Africa-Press – Angola. I was just thinking in capital letters as if I were standing up and watching in echo of “hearing with open eyes, they had started to arrive, like Gods out of hell, a cousin of mine had a nice house there in Samba, it was the end- weekend, it seems, but I’m just counting, in this room I got four mattresses, this one has two beds… and around that, one of the arrivals was leaning against the wall and my cousin’s husband said: you can stay in our bed, and you? We have a mattress on the porch, so I go there, stubbornly, always politely, until he wins and goes to sleep on the porch. That man was José Eduardo dos Santos. He had fled to the hell of the woods to return to the homeland of all Angolans.
As time went by, I was sent to the Department of Foreign Affairs and was on assignment with Eduardo dos Santos, responsible for Foreign Affairs of the Central Committee of the MPLA. He was a very serene man, he never raised his voice and almost always used the saying “I have nothing to oppose”. We talked a lot. finally, the recognition of Angola as an independent country. We measured the words of the millimetrically made speech, word by word, to the calm and calm voice of José Eduardo dos Santos. We watched the hoisting of our flag. We sang the anthem, yes sir. hugs, yes sir. And we cried with joy, yes sir.
Later, after Agostinho Neto’s death, Lúcio Lara’s sobbed words, our march of tears, Mendes de Carvalho passed by my house, Rui, nobody wants to accept, look at Mendes, convince José Eduardo that he was the late’s dauphin , come on, I’ve been there, Rui, in other countries there are a hundred dogs to a bone, we are different, he says he’s too young to be President, what now? Go there again and say that the gang says it has to be him and that’s it.
Stayed. Not 38 years old. Only the years of peacetime count because no one in war is open to change. Even so, there were elections and about that everything is already told. You need to make a CD of all your speeches. The other day I was talking to a deputy and I told him that it was necessary to have a lunch with people of my generation and each one to speak for the recording to be corrected for publication and we invite José Eduardo dos Santos to one of the heads of the long table.
When Dos Santos resigned from power and made a peaceful transition, he was already suffering from a serious illness, he periodically went to Barcelona for treatment and continued as an emeritus. The State of Angola never abandoned him. And neither do the people. Now, after much suffering, I got the news of his death in Barcelona, Catalonia.
I opened the television and the people talking about you as if it were us. We all. You yourself said that you made imperfections. But the people do not forget the roads, airports, schools, sports halls and above all peace and national unity. Even those who were enemies yesterday pay you a funeral tribute. Come, come back quickly. The people want to take you in their hands. The older ones are already cussing. Now you are a river born there in Bié. It goes around all of Angola, passes through Soweto and flows into an immense sea called Sambizanga.
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