DEAR JULIUS MALEMA

A PRAYER FOR A SON OF THE SOIL

Julius Sello Malema,

They may take your body,

but they cannot chain the spirit of a son of the soil.

My pain is not only for you,

but for our people—

confused, restless,

like a flag dancing with no wind of its own.

When tomorrow looks darker than today,

an African man must walk backward into his roots.

There, the ancestors still speak.

There, the bones remember the truth we forgot.

We are children of the land,

yet we kneel before foreign suns

and forget the fire that burns in our own blood.

This confusion is the war we are losing.

I pray for you.

Return to the soil.

Dig deep.

Ask the bones.

Wash yourself in the wisdom of those who came before.

May clarity rise.

May justice breathe.

May the spirit of Africa stand with you.

— Themba T. Twala III

Dear Julius Sello Malema

I am saddened by the news that you may be sentenced to prison. I offer you my prayers, trusting that prayer has the power to open paths where doors seem closed.

What pains me most is not only your struggle, but the confusion among our own people. Many are unsettled, like a flag waving in the wind—following today, turning away tomorrow, drawn more by energy than by understanding. This confusion is a deep wound within the Black community.

I believe that when the future grows dark, an African man must look back—to his ancestry, his roots, and the way of life that shaped him. We are sons of the soil. Yet too often, we lose ourselves by worshipping distant powers while forgetting who we are and where we come from. This confusion between Black and White, between identity and imitation, lies at the heart of many of our struggles.

My prayers are with you, Julius Malema. May you return to the soil of your ancestors, dig into your roots, and seek guidance from the bones and spirits of those who came before us. May you cleanse yourself in the wisdom of tradition and emerge renewed in strength and purpose.

May truth, clarity, and justice guide your path.

With prayers and reflection,

Themba T. Twala III

AN OPEN LETTER TO JULIUS SELLO MALEMA

Dear Julius Sello Malema,

I write this with a heavy heart and a prayerful spirit. The news surrounding your possible imprisonment brings sorrow, not only for you, but for the state of our people.

What troubles me deeply is the confusion among Black people today. Many move like a flag in the wind—following a name today, abandoning it tomorrow. We chase energy instead of truth, noise instead of understanding.

When the future grows dark, an African man must look back. Back to ancestry. Back to roots. Back to the soil that raised him. We are sons of the soil, yet we forget ourselves by worshipping distant powers while ignoring the wisdom beneath our feet.

This confusion—between Black and White, identity and imitation—has weakened us. It lies at the center of many struggles faced by leaders and followers alike.

My prayers are with you, Julius Malema. May you return to the soil of your ancestors. May you dig into your roots and seek guidance from those who walked before us. May the spirits of our forefathers grant you clarity, strength, and protection.

May justice speak louder than politics, and truth stand taller than fear.

With prayer and reflection,

Themba T. Twala III