The Whispering Voice of Changa "The Great"

This is the voice that travels through the valleys and rivers of African Land and crosses mountains to settle in deep oceans.  Only woman can hear the voice from miles away.   It is the voice that impacts the unborn inside her womb.  This is the voice of Changa "The Great".  

My voice resurrects to bear testimony of who I am and what I am capable of doing. 

When you subject my body into your living conditions, my skin colour changes to be like yours.  My language and everything in me changes as I adapt.  When you subject the body of a white men or women on my Land (Africa), their skin colours will never change to be like me.  Neither is their ways.  They remain an extract of me.  By extension, they are an extract of God.  When I cross my blood with theirs, ONLY me or half of me can be produced and not them.

Who I am? I am the Original. I am the Child of God the Creator.  I am the Greatest.   I eat and live on what God has provided for us.  Our land which gives free oxygen, water, food, medicine, precious metals and shelter has been stolen by the replica of me and my God.

Through the Kingdom, I will raise my whispering voice to tell even the unborn that my greatness will be witnessed through even the unborn.  They will become great inventors, scientists, technologists, farmers, engineers, health practitioners, prophets, sports, strategists, etc.

I was created in the heart of Africa and lived comfortably until I was captured by the Devil and make me a slave.  I was told that I am not good enough by the Devil herself.  She thought she will destroy everything I invented and make it theirs. 

Their mission survived long enough to remind us that God is not them.  If indeed God chased the devil from her Kingdom, they must be the Devil.  I was not there when they write the script in their Bible but their skin colours suggest that they may have stolen Jesus, one of our own and make him theirs.

The testimony that Makome wa Changamer is a symbol of Greatness will be told in many ways by a woman - a Queen of the Kingdom (Makome Kingdom).   My death as I nominated for the sake of peace gave me eternal peace.  I so wish to cherish that until to the end.  I never lived to see all the Greatness.  God knows what is unfolding. 

This whispered voice will be heard.  I am you and you are me.  We are what God wanted us to be.  Be hold, God spared us for the last testimony.

Mayibuye iAfrica.