Dear Meghan, as you have made it your life destiny to destroy this country’s heritage and CROWN, whilst you still wear your own version of the Crown they gave you, I stand here, on British soil claiming my birthright. As the majority of black people reading my articles can not comprehend my love for Britain, they think this is some form of “insanity” on my part, because if I am black I am supposed to hate Britain and love Africa. They keep telling me that British people will never love me or accept or me.
But Meghan, I want you know that way before you came on the scene, I did serve my country even through my pencil, without seeking love or validation from anyone.
So as you brand yourself as the ultimate racial victim of the British Royal Family yet you claim to not know about the their history, let me school you for a minute, on some racial British history in the monarchy.
There once was a woman, fully black, with blue black skin and nappy hair, a woman more honorable than you can ever be. She faced true hardships, she was taken away from her people and family, when she was only 5 and held as a prisoner, she was of true noble birth, a daughter of an African chief. That woman was Sarah Forbes Bonetta. The Queen paid for Sarah to be educated and saw her several times in the space of a few years. Sarah, a highly intelligent girl, developed a particular talent for music. She married in 1862 and later had a daughter, Victoria, to whom the Queen acted as godmother. This remarkable woman became a BLACK BRITISH ROYAL and was treated as such by the Queen. I am sure life was very hard for her, she had to adjust to life here in England, especially at that time when her people were in bondage, but HISTORY speaks kindly of this young woman, she took with grace and dignity what life threw at her, and became the best version of herself on British soil, learning music and serving her country. She got married, had children and lived her happily ever after.
The irony is, the black people who praise and worship you Meghan, for spitting on the royal family, are the same people who pride themselves as they associate with this remarkable young woman, so much they share her pictures on “Black Facebook Groups,” as part of black history, calling her a Princess of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and goddaughter to Queen Victoria. Yet she never disgraced the royal family like you have done. The same black people who look up to this historical woman as a source of black power and inspiration, are the same people who today are saying I am not even worthy to be compared to you Meghan, and mock me for defending my country, saying I am a traitor to the black race, because I love England, the country they claim to hate, even though they risk their lives to live here. Oh, Meghan see the people whom you inspire, hypocrites and self-haters.
Unlike you Meghan, who stands up and boldly lies to the world that you funded your own college education, when it was actually your white FATHER who made you to become the woman you are today, and gave you the platform for you to be where you are, I will never stand up and lie that I got here by myself.
If my father was not whom he is today, or socially connected to the most powerful people in the Kingdom, if he was not Chief Mutota, I would not be where I am today.
For that reason, he is the only member of my family I still speak to, because in all his shortcomings, he has never been evil to me to the extent of trying to stop me from flying, as my mother does. He has showed me mercy and sympathy during some dark times of my life.
So I honour him, and forgive him, even though at times he hurts me, but I will always have a soft spot for him, and for that he gave me the biblical blessing of a father, the same Isaac gave to Jacob. He told me over and over, that of all his children, I am the one he gave his blessing. My Father supports my pen, and calls me a “global writer” in his own words. Sometimes I write things that so hurts his feelings and Kingdom which he loves so much and defends, but he still says, “You have so much pain in you, so I understand why you write the things you write about Zimbabwe.” So let me tell you something Meghan, never underestimate the blessing of a FATHER, it surpasses that of a mother. Every child on this earth should seek it, that’s why Esau cried tears of blood for a Father’s blessing. That is why it is your father, not mother who gives you away, and blesses your marriage.
Like you Meghan, my father gave me the best education in Zimbabwe, my English teacher was a white man from Liverpool who perfected the art of creative writing in me.
So unlike you Meghan, I will always be indebted to my father, even though I have left his house and refuse to go back. He is the one who handed me over to England, he sent me here to University when I was only 17.
Because I was under 18, as I arrived at the UK boarder, I was detained because I had no legal guardian even though I was coming to study.
Behold, my father in Zimbabwe, so angry, picked up the phone and called immigration, apparently demanding to speak to the Chief Immigration Officer at Gatwick, if there is ever such a thing. Somehow he managed to speak to someone important, and said, “Why are you detaining my daughter? Do you know who she is? Do you know who I am? I have over 200 servants right now, I own land and a mansion.”
So I was interviewed again by the immigration, when I had lost hope thinking I was about to be deported, and they started asking me strange questions I had never prepared for. But my gut told me to just speak the TRUTH. They never told me my father had called them, “Do you have servants at your home in Zimbabwe?” They asked me.
“Yes.” I answered, not knowing why I was being asked such.
“How many,” the man asked me.
“I don’t know, maybe over a 100.” I said.
“Okay, your father has called, and we have spoken to him, the good news is that we can let you in, but on condition that you stay with the legal guardian whom we have spoken to, and has agreed to take you in, because he is a friend of your father.” The immigration officer told me.
So I left Gatwick airport entering Britain for the first time, excited and scared at my new life, as I was driven to the house of my legal guardian in London, the Zimbabwean Ambassador to the United Kingdom. I was let into the country because I was a daughter of an African chief, that was my privilege and birthright in entering the UK. Was my father not who he was, I would have been deported. I entered the UK on the grounds that my legal guardian was an accredited diplomat of the Kingdom.
The Ambassador shook his head when I entered his house, a beautifully furnished house, as I marvelled at glory of England. “Jean, your father is crazy. He demanded I speak to the Immigration and say I was the one looking after you here, he didn’t even give me a choice. The things he told the immigration, I have never seen anything like it. ”
He laughed and welcomed me to England, and blessed me and told me to go and live my life.
My father taught me that royalty is a destiny and calling, something you are born with, rich or poor, that when it calls you, one can never run away from it, as he always teaches me about the spiritual history of Zimbabwe, saying I am the granddaughter of the ancestors, and they are calling me back to take the Kingdom. As a Priestess of Dreams, one of the GIFTS my father cherishes and wishes me to us for his Kingdom, I always have dreams of being called back, by the gods themselves, the ancestors of the Kingdom, I have seen them, I have beheld the Kingdom in all its glory, or should I say darkness, but I take his advice, and choose destiny over crown.
Whats funny right now, is that as Zimbabweans laugh at me for having a “mental problem”, and say I should leave you alone, some of them, even though they worship you, can now see that you are a LIAR Meghan, yes your own supporters confess that you are a liar, and they say, “So what, even if she’s a liar, leave her alone, you will never be MM,” they say. The logic boggles the mind.
I do not want to be you Meghan, I would be damned if I become like you. Unlike you, I honor my Father. Unlike you I respect my husband and his family. I do not claim to be bigger than the man I married. I was a single mother of 4, a divorcee, I am grateful for being received by Ghana. Zimbabwe does not recognise me as a writer, but Ghana does. The Asanti people have put a crown on my head, so I can never ever spit on them, or shame them, the way you have spat on the British Royal Family. You have humiliated them, after they gave you their son, even as a divorcee, bending their own traditions, to allow you into their family.
If history is to judge between the two of us, I am more of a Black British royal daughter of England, than you have ever been. As a daughter of an African chief, I would rather identify with a woman of honour like Sarah Forbes Bonetta, as I share far more attributes in common with her, than with you.
At least I do not spit on the Kingdom that gave me freedom, and allowed me to be the best version of myself. If this country is so evil to you, and if truly your husband’s family took your passport and locked you in a tower, please kindly put down the crown they gave you, it belongs here on British soil, not on Oprah tell-all Interviews, or on your essays to New York Times, which can only sell if they have the tittle of Meghan the Duchess of Sussex, or your Disney voiceover, which was cringey by the way. The only reason you are able to have all these money making opportunities is because of the Crown the British put on you. Before that British Crown on your head, no one in the world knew who you were.
So as my mentor Beethhoven once said, ” Do not only practise your art, but force your way into its secrets, for it and knowledge can raise men into the Divine.” So yes, I choose DESTINY over crown any-day, no matter the prize. United Kingdom is my Destiny, and Zimbabwe is my crown. But I will fight for one thing alone, my Destiny.
They say to me, have you no shame? But I am not ashamed, I will never stop writing about you until you give up the title of “Duchess Of Sussex.” The British royal family may not strip you off their own Crown, for the sake of maintaining political correctness in this now fragile world, even though you have threatened their existence. But I have nothing to lose, my Zimbabwean crown I already put down, but because right now, you have become the Queen of black people through your appropriation of the struggle of women like me, I will fight you back. So do the right thing now, and remove that crown from your head with your own hands at once, before I do with my gift of the pen…and I will.
The Genesis of The Revelation by
Mary-Tamar was Jean