Oh South Africa! Oh you nation of Christians! Listen up! Here is a theological proposition for you. You are murdering your god! In that orgy of hate, cruelty, violence, pillage and plunder, you are maiming and killing your god.
Believe it or not, but your god is really and truly a refugee. Your god is a foreigner. Your god is a stranger. Your god is Makwerekwere. That same one you love to hate. And that’s god’s honest truth. But don’t take it from me. Take it from your own sacred scriptures, which say:
And when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word: for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him. When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt: And was there until the death of Herod: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son (Mathew 2: 13-15)
This is your Jesus Christ. Yes, the one you know. The one on whom your whole religion is based. The one after whom your religion is named. The one without whom you’re nothing. The one without whom you’re lost. The one without whom you have no life. The one who washed your sins with his own blood. The one who loved you so much and gave himself up so that if you believed in him you might be saved. The one who was condemned and damned to death on the cross to save your life. The one who touched you when you were untouchables. The one who took you from the gutter and cleaned you up. The one whose love, grace and mercy you don’t deserve. That’s right. You heard me right. You don’t deserve them. So don’t fool yourself.
The one for whom you bathe, shower and dress up every Saturday and Sunday morning. The one to whom you sing and dance songs of praise and worship. The one to whom you pray. The one to whom you confess your dirty deeds and thoughts. The one you love. The one to whom you give your life and tithes.
The one who said he was your love. The one who said he was your truth, your way and your light. The one who tells you: You cannot go to the father if not through him; verily, verily, unless you’re born again you cannot enter the kingdom of heaven; love your enemies; love your neighbour; love your god with all your heart and with all your strength; do unto others as you would have them do unto you; when they strike you on one cheek, turn the other cheek; if you feed Makwerekwere, you feed me; if you shelter Makwerekwere, you shelter me; if you clothe Makwerekwere, you clothe me. The one who performed spectacular deeds… raised Lazarus from the dead; healed the sick, the blind, and the lame; turned water into wine; multiplied bread and fish and fed thousands; walked on water; and calmed the sea storm; died and kicked death on its ass on the third day. Yes, that one. He is a refugee. He is a foreigner. He is a stranger. He is an outsider. He is Makwerekwere. That’s right. You heard me right. And that’s god’s honest truth. But don’t take it from me. Take it from your own sacred scriptures. Take it from that book, that bible, the one you carry every Saturday and Sunday morning, which says:
Your god is a foreigner
Your god is a refugee
Your god is a stranger
Your god is an outsider
Your god is Makwerekwere
He is god the foreigner; god the refugee; god the stranger; god the outsider; god Makwerekwere. Your god and his parents Mary and Joseph became refugees, foreigners, strangers, outsiders, Makwerekwere, right here in Africa. Why? Because Herod wanted your god’s head presented to him as a gift on a silver platter. If we take your sacred scriptures seriously, your god lived in Africa as Makwerekwere until he was a boy. That’s right. You heard me right. Africa embraced him; gave him food and shelter; and treated him well.
If your god your saviour is a refugee; if he is a foreigner; if he is a stranger; if he is an outsider; if he is Makwerekwere, just as your bible says. And if you say you love him. If you say you adore him. If you say you worship him. If you say you have no life without him. If you say he is your truth, your way, and your light, then how can you hate him; how can you bully him; how can you harass him; how can you intimidate him; how can you loot his shops; how can you pillage his property; how can you maim him; how can you kill him? You do realize you are such a hypocrite, don’t you? Where is your shame? Where is your conscience? Where is your humanity? Where is your Ubuntu?