Hello my Fans

I am getting many notes from Montreal, New York (Patterson, Forest Hills, Fairport, Bayside, West Hempstead, Rockville Centre, Bronx, Ozone Park, Riverhead) California, Texas, Chicago, Potomac, and all over the world saying how I am the king of all kings.

But to tell you the truth I know the notes from California and Beverly Hills are from my first daughter who has wasted a lot of my money at some school there. As the saying goes "an apple doesn't fall too far from the tree" and she is like her selfish mother. She is not like me - she is a big mouth who thinks she has something "cool" to rap in a song.

I am the mouth that never lies but she is the mouth that never shuts up!

However, you are not visiting MY blog to read about that braggart girl - you love me and so I am posting one more photo of my beautiful self.

And do tell me, don't I look handsome?

Today's my Birthday - it should be a world holiday!

I, the great Mswati III, am celebrating my birthday and expect all of you viewers to send me best wishes since I am the most wonderful monarch in the world.

I am so superior to all humans I can make the rain fall. Today it was very funny to see all my devoted fans - aristocrats and "commoners" - sitting in the rain waiting for me, the supreme one.

I have got my own country to close down for the day, but my neighbours - South Africa and Mozambique - are never going to be invited to my parties again since they too did not shut down their countries to celebrate my great birth!

I wanted some more women for my birthday - I am 42 and want 42 wives; but all I got was another Rolls Royce. See how hard it is to be a king!

Poetry for the king of kings

Here is a little poem which one of my dear subjects sent to me.

It is very complex so I hope you can understand it better than I.


Makosetive
traitor to the Swazi people
i was the center of the dream
to give life in abundance
i could have healed the wound
but i chose to love only myself

by 'Nazizwe

Eish, I have been busy!

Hello my fans!

Have you missed me? I know you have!

Yes, I have been very busy with the girls but received your many messages saying how much you have missed me.

See you and I have two things in common: we both love my intelligent and insightful reflection upon myself. I really should be the king of the world.

Recently I am being annoyed with some students outside the palace shouting "SHISA, MLILO, SHISA!" and I am tired of the noise.

I've told my servants to go tell them I have gone to the beach since I need to rest and enjoy life.

Looking for a Swazi virgin

I told my wives to suka la and sent them all on a trip.

You see, that way I can be free to prowl. Oh I love looking at young Swazi things -they turn me on and that means my country is strong.

Many people do not understand polygamy.

My having sex is what keeps our nation virile and healthy. My sex makes the rains, and my sex makes the sun shine. All this nonsense about one wife is just that, nonsense!

We are one of the top nations in the world of 220 nations - how do you think we got to that position?

It's me - I am the King of all Kings and you commoners must just be quiet as I send the wives away and stalk the next virgin girl.

I control everything and just to prove it I told my boys to make sure that Swazi paparazzi better not make a fuss out of this trip like the mess they created on me last year.That was a very big mess, but I told my hit man Barnabas to handle it. I think it's working.

I know you will all miss me but it is girl time and I am hungry.

I am the Swazi lion

THE INGWENYAMA


I am
the Swazi
Lion

They call
me
Ingwenyama

Watch me roar
in the
bedroom

See me kill
a mutied
lion

For I am
the brave
warrior

And you
are only
the mice


Who will bell the cat?

One Swazi Man

One of my fine Swazi subjects in Arizona has sent me a praise poem he wrote.

I can't say I honestly understand it but he must love me for all of my subjects adore me.

After all I am HIS Majesty, the Greatest Swazi king ever to rule on the continent of Africa and probably the greatest king in all the universe.

So here is the poem and please do tell me what it means.

one swazi man
and
tens of thousands of graves
fourteen wives
and
hundreds and hundreds of rapes
eight palaces
and
hundreds of thousands of hungry mouths