Mandela


Mandela Legacy: A Myth as Beautiful and Temporary as a Rainbow

nelson-mandela-croix-de-malteWhen Mandela arrived in 1939 in Johannesburg,  fleeing from an arranged marriage, he was a smart countryside boy who unfortunately quickly developed an inferiority complex against the urban black elite and the white high social privileges and economical status.

This is something quite normal, often observed on newcomers to urban area, or a more read more

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About Mawuna KOUTONIN

Mawuna Koutonin is a world peace activist who relentlessly works to empower people to express their full potential and pursue their dreams, regardless of their background. He is the Editior of SiliconAfrica.com, Founder of Goodbuzz.net, and Social activist for Africa Renaissance. Koutonin’s ultimate dream is to open a world-class human potential development school in Africa in 2017. If you are interested in learning more about this venture or Koutonin’s other projects, you can reach him directly by emailing at mk@linkcrafter.com.

Did South Africans really say "Foreigners Out"

Mandela and the ANC did a very poor job explaining to south Africans how all Africans fought on their behalf for the end of apartheid.

While countries like France were supporting the apartheid regime, the people from Ghana, Ethiopia, Guinea, Egypt were giving money to support Mandela. But, today French people don’t need visa to travel to South read more

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About Mawuna KOUTONIN

Mawuna Koutonin is a world peace activist who relentlessly works to empower people to express their full potential and pursue their dreams, regardless of their background. He is the Editior of SiliconAfrica.com, Founder of Goodbuzz.net, and Social activist for Africa Renaissance. Koutonin’s ultimate dream is to open a world-class human potential development school in Africa in 2017. If you are interested in learning more about this venture or Koutonin’s other projects, you can reach him directly by emailing at mk@linkcrafter.com.

Three Deaths Of An Idol

MandelaAs this smoke from this burning house we call South Africa clouds my vision, I persevere on, armed with pen in hand as I pour all the weight of hurt from my heart with a sincere hope that sharing this pain will mitigate my country’s sadness. At times I wonder why African knees are so weak that we can barely stand next to these idols without read more