Abum Ozubulu. Je suis Ozubulu

But weep not Ozubulu.

Chickens always come home, to roost.

We have troubled South Africa. We have sent criminals to it. They have reached there and menaced the society. And they have brought back drug and blood money.

We will pay . We must pay.

When ever they react, we cry xenophobia. But we have been more than just nuisance there. We have sown drugs, guns and banditry in their land. They will reap the fruits. They are reaping plentifully. But we will reap a million times more than them.

Boys leave the village and return with bags of money and we clap. They donate to the village and donate to the church. And they become role models. They build mansions and they become sign posts.........turn left after the white and red castle.

They are not thieves. They are made chiefs.

We ask no questions. We refuse to ask questions. We know the answers. We don't want to know! They are businessmen. They are philanthropists. They are children of God........ I wish I had a son like him'.

They will come back. They, their guns, the drugs and their violence.

Weep not Ozubulu. Someday it would be someone else . And it could be a holy message from Malaysia.