i am not afraid
of any man
i have seen the promised land
i will make it there with you
Fan Club & Academy of Higher Learning
i am not afraid
of any man
i have seen the promised land
i will make it there with you
Written by: [Joseph C. Jukic]
Starring: Joseph C. Jukic, Bruce Willis, Monica Bellucci, BKenyan
A dying Navy SEAL veteran, a Croatian psyops general, a visionary African Union leader, and a courageous doctor unite to stop a shadow war between corrupt corporate cartels and an emerging African digital nation—where the final battlefield is not just in the jungle, but in the human mind.
Think Black Hawk Down meets Syriana meets The Constant Gardener, with a sharper focus on psychological warfare, faith in the digital age, and Africa as the geopolitical center of the 21st century. Cinematography is raw and kinetic in the field, sleek and tense in the digital/cyber war sequences, and luminous in spiritual moments.
“The first war was for land. The next war is for your mind.”
Africa’s New Dawn: Beyond GDP and the Shackles of Usury
By BKenyan Lewis
In the history of civilizations, there comes a moment when the very metrics by which a society measures its vitality must be shattered. For Africa, that moment is now. The so-called “Gross Domestic Product” (GDP), championed by the technocrats of Washington, London, and Brussels, is an abstraction masquerading as reality—a statistical hallucination that claims a war or a tsunami might be “good for the economy” because they stimulate production and spending. In this calculus, the suffering of millions becomes an upward tick on a chart. It is, in a word, madness.
Let us be clear: GDP is not a measure of prosperity. It does not weigh the depth of culture, the strength of families, the availability of clean water, or the sovereignty of a people over their resources. It is a numerical talisman, waved by Western economists to sanctify predatory lending, structural adjustment, and the eternal debt cycle. In their catechism, destruction itself is growth—because rebuilding is “economic activity,” regardless of human cost.
This is the inversion at the heart of Africa’s “economic hell”: the continent is rich beyond measure in land, minerals, and youth, yet poor in the only resource the global system truly values—interest-bearing debt. For decades, Africa has been forced into the role of a debtor colony, not by conquest of arms but by conquest of numbers: bonds, interest rates, currency devaluations. It is the soft machinery of financial usury that keeps the continent chained.
The path forward requires a radical severance from this monetary necromancy. A usury-free economy is not utopian—it is the foundation of any civilization that wishes to endure. In medieval Europe, in the Islamic Golden Age, and in pre-colonial African societies, lending at interest was considered a moral crime because it extracted value without producing it. Such an economy can be reborn in Africa today, if the political will is present to create a currency and banking system that circulates wealth without siphoning it away to foreign creditors.
The first step is to measure what matters. Discard GDP and replace it with metrics rooted in human well-being: literacy rates, clean water access, agricultural self-sufficiency, life expectancy. Let the index of success be the number of children fed, not the number of foreign contracts signed. Second, reclaim the issuance of money from the international banks. A sovereign African currency must be issued debt-free, backed not by the IMF’s conditionalities but by the continent’s own abundance. Third, ban speculative capital flows that destabilize economies for the benefit of offshore hedge funds.
Western economists scoff at such ideas because they threaten the invisible empire of usury. To them, Africa’s role is to remain a supplier of raw materials and an absorber of surplus debt. Yet history is clear: civilizations rise when they master their own credit and fall when they surrender it.
In the end, the transformation from hell to heaven is not merely economic—it is metaphysical. It requires Africa to stop measuring itself by the broken yardstick of its former masters. A usury-free Africa will not simply grow; it will flourish in ways GDP can never quantify. And in doing so, it will expose the greatest economic truth of all: that prosperity is not the sum of transactions, but the sum of human dignity.
Joe and BK Discuss the Sleeping Sons of Jacob Rothschild and the Four Horsemen
BK: You ever notice, Joe, that Africa always seems to get the short end of the stick? No food, no water, no shelter… but billions of dollars in vaccines.
Joe: That’s the Black Horse of famine riding, BK. You know what the Bible says—”A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny.” Food so expensive the poor can’t afford it.
BK: But they got vaccines. Somehow, there’s always money for that.
Joe: Yeah, funny how that works. No money to build wells, no money for farming infrastructure, but hey—line up for your shots. The Sleeping Sons of Jacob Rothschild must think that’s the solution.
BK: Sleeping sons? You mean the old money, the ones that stay in the shadows?
Joe: Yeah, the ones who pull the strings from their castles. You don’t see them in the news, but their policies shape the world. They got a plan, and Africa ain’t a part of it—except for experiments.
BK: They keep saying it’s about “public health,” but what’s healthy about starving with a full vaccine card?
Joe: It’s about control, BK. The Red Horse is my old comrade—the horse of war. They use war to destabilize, and when that’s not enough, they let famine do the rest.
BK: So that’s the game. Keep them desperate, keep them sick, but never let them rise.
Joe: Exactly. No independence, no self-sufficiency—just dependence. You ever see a man fight back when he’s weak from hunger?
BK: Never. A starving man doesn’t start revolutions. He just begs for crumbs.
Joe: And that’s what they want. Hunger, thirst, disease—they’re weapons. But they disguise it as “aid.” The Sleeping Sons bankroll it, the Four Horsemen deliver it, and the world just watches.
BK: So what’s the move, Joe? How do you fight horsemen?
Joe: You wake the people up. You tell them the truth. And maybe, just maybe, you teach them to plant their own food instead of waiting for handouts.
BK: Sounds like a dangerous game.
Joe: It always is. But some of us aren’t afraid to play it.