kuakukula are the sayings and proverbs of the kongos, they are sharp reminders so as not to make mistakes.

they are council from the elders and all ntoki [spirits] that kwenda [enters] nfuiri [the dead]. one needs to ask for licence and tatas are to be respected as are the gray hairs on heads, they do not wash away with bath water.

he who needs to pay due to violations will be redeemed by the back of the machete which gives remembering of the offence in the stings of the flesh.

a child is not reprimanded with words only, let them recall and they will not forget. never forget that in tomato harvest all want to be cooks….

my kimbiza helps me stand erect on two legs as a man, i walk on paths with licence of my elders and with hopes for my minors, i recall my pact and oath and i tremble at the thought of failing on my word which when given was sealed with my blood , as the candle light showed to all above and below my stance as a man and as a warrior, from the floor i was taken to all fours as a beast a dog, cured with pain and healed by the machete, cuts seald my vows and yimbisi aided my newness, blind i was lifted, on two feet i stood on firm ground i stand with confidence, it is all i have left, nectors I sip as the smell of tobacco elevates my awareness and now i am told to see, to view what will be me and i it till time no more and then some, we are now one and we are many.

the tongue lives in the mouth between teeth and more teeth, be aware of what you say and say only what you know.

for the tongue is the whip of the head and it’s the tool used to subdue and to put in place.

fear more the silence then the noise ,those that

argue talk to give courage to their fearful hearts, those that act do so by the heart giving valor, many talk but few act and even less act with honor which is based on convictions conditioned by bloodline and given essence by spirit line, without these in place you are an empty shell existing in a world yet dead to life and lacking what it takes to overcome.

the wind moves in carile and sways in ARELE, it’s power is swift in munu impenso and tempo is the gale turned angry in mighty swirls.

can you capture the wind?

if not then you can not be called ngangulero!

do you here the voice of the wind?

if not then you can not be called ngangulero!

can you feel the vibration in the air and know it’s intention?

if not then you can not be called ngangulero!

and if you can not be called Ngangulero, what are you called?

anything other then Ngangulero!

the wind moves the leaves but not the tomb.

it comforts the living but not the dead.

from where it comes to where it goes only the wind knows, who was sent from nzambi a mpungu in wisdom and in power.

add on titles and give yourself plazas, as the blind lead the blind and in the kingdom of the blind the one eye man is lord, where was you sight and vision lead by faculty ?

if you do not have awareness then you can not be called “Ngangulero”, it is as simple as that!

orientation is family to obedience, and it’s clan is discipline, with the plaza of instructor.

he who thinks they know it all, knows nothing and understands even less, they can deceive only those that are just like them, in the end they fall to the floor and raise up only in dreams to be reminded that they are small in a very large world where big fish eats little fish.

knowledge in movement of time arrives to understand and in its hour we are shown wisdom in action with power and force.

the elders gave waters of wisdom and the minors drank with thirst.

sip the jicara and savor the flavor of saoko its taste is good, its making is inspired, it’s ingredients are from creation made so by the creator.

who can be like Nzambi a mpungu, nothing nor no one, who then is this devil? he is more the devil for being old then for being the devil.

in the heavens Nzambi a mpungu, on earth Nganga idiambo.

first god before all things above or below, first god before all.

we are a grains of sand that are blown by winds here and there and back once more, different yet the same grain moved by time in space and place.

count the times and know the ways, all move and change as one day to the next, nothing new is under the sun or the moon, they are not impressed.

tools are used for making a thing, which is used for doing a thing that we name and own.

if you do not know how to do a thing, look at nature, she will teach, and if you seek a Tata, be sure he has what it takes to be called “NGANGULERO”!