The State House Artisans, Our Heads of State the Mob

I know people like to know where one comes from, but I very seldom talk about myself, and I express myself unaffectedly so by the melodrama of fame that on the account of my birth, I was given the Afrikan name Mulalo under the auspicious family name of the Netsianda, being the third son of Mr Thomas and Mrs Gladys Netsianda, from the acquainted clan of the GWAMASENGA generation in the outskirts of Thohoyandou in a small village of Makwarani Village, commonly known as Makville, shortly before the release of Nelson Mandela in prison.As one can imagine, growing up under the political and environmental control of the Apartheid system, like any other family in a small village suffered with the rest of the country. In the period in which we speak, Venda was still a separate development of the Bantustan state of Northern Transvaal South Africa.My parents had a life establishment that was founded on a well-considered system for us to be fond of education, even if it was in unwelcoming surroundings.However, I started showing my early aptitude and propensity in my hay days at Makwarani Primary School after the (90s).This added grandeur of enchantment for me to pursue my secondary education at Vhutavhatsindi Secondary School. By this time, I was already dressed up by the effects of anxiety that matric comes with.From this wild suspicious stare of what the future holds for me, I then remained highly agile by the irreparable ravage of tertiary education.From this inheritance of contemporaries, I continued my perennial interest in education from different branches of tertiary institutions.In my younger days, I was much drawn by the tidal information in my father's political books. It is where covetous thoughts concerning the conception of African understanding began from reading these books.From there, my conscious observation of Afrikan's life kept me on putting my foot on the pedal.I have coherently written two books entitled "No Disease Like Poverty" (2010) and "Surveying the Surging Immensity of Truth" (2016), where the combat of passion and reason, gave birth to The State House Artisans from early 2020 to mid-2023 were conceivable ideas concerning the comprehension of African affairs.

The State House Artisans, Our Heads of State the Mob is a book, that represents my personal view about how Afrika remained a hunting ground of slavery and socio-economic and political injustice imposed by the Afrikan conflict of the present and the future transformation. By looking at how Afrika has not fully recovered from the stooge of its governance, it was therefore important for me to observe the engagements into which these problems have entertained Afrikan affairs in response to the challenges that Afrikan governance itself has faced and created.As far as Afrikan problems are concerned in governance and leadership, I believe that every society has a drive for its socio-economic and political reality that goes far beyond the gesture of its state house artisans of cadre deployment, staff-rider membership, and leadership promises. I am in favour of anyone who believes that it is the task of every society to demand such reality and its meaning under such democratic and political control.Furthermore, it is my appeal to you who would lay your eyes on this, to gain an insight into your own experience of everyday life with these unfounded socio-economic and political claims and confusion, which most Afrikan livelihoods depend upon, and that our livelihoods have been so far reduced into another deception of poverty and corruption by the state house artisans who are continuing to do house maintenance as heads of state.