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For I Am White

S ee, he or she who protects and serves GOD's chosen race is glorified. See Nelson Mandela. Ask Seretse Ian Khama. See Desmond Tutu. He or she who goes against GOD's chosen race shall feel the wrath of GOD. Ask Robert Mugabe, see Steve Biko. See Patrice Lumumba, see Samora Machel, see Martin Luther King and see Malcolm X. What is a black man or black woman's dream without a white inspiration? Tell me of a black man that we WHITES did not inspire. Have you ever had that feeling when you look in the mirror and you are proud of your race? The feeling that you are WHITE. You are of a superior race, skin tone and color. Yes, being WHITE. If you are black, believe me, you will never have that feeling of being WHITE. Even if you are choc-ice or coconut, ( Being black on the outside and white on the inside) you are still not WHITE. If WHITE people had not appeared on the black continent. You black people would have never had a history. No history without the WHITE folk. Yes, GOD

The Favourite Daughter

The time I spent investing in her future is nothing compared to the time I am to serve in jail, I can serve one jail sentence and another seven jail sentences and it will still not be half of the time I spent investing in her future. I want my dues. It went from love to envy then finally murder. How could I have done it? When it was love did I ever think it would become murder? When it was envy did I ever think it came from love? When she was my favorite, did I ever think she would be the one I would despise and hate the most? The one I would take life away from. She was not my only daughter but she was the only daughter whom I saw had a bright future. Neither was she my only child but she was the only one who held the keys to a better life for all of us. What she desired, I got her an imitation of it. So that she could relate, as for the other children they had to work hard for themselves to get what they desired. For I could not get what I deserved. I was investing myself in her brig

Black Lives Matter?

Maybe we should start a 'Black Lives Matter 'movement in Africa too. Like in real African society, not African-American society. But then if we do it in Africa it will be toward who? The blacks? How does the following statement sound to you, " The Black Lives Matter movement of Africa is informing other black Africans that black lives matter." Telling your fellow black man and black woman that black lives matter in the African context. Why? Has much as Black lives matter. 'Black Lives Matter 'should be telling the Blacks that black lives matter. The problem is more to the Blacks that do not see that their lives matter but ironically decide to tell the opposite race and blame it on the opposite race, not themselves. ALL LIFE MATTERS. DO NOT CONTINUE TO SHOOT YOURSELF IN THE FOOT WITH YOUR MOVEMENT AND HIDE BEHIND RACISM. So I was watching the news yesterday. There was a march by Black people and a few White people spreading the message that "Black Lives Ma

Going Back

"My brother, do not go back to that whip. Do not go back where we sow what we do not reap. Do not go back to what is called a 'bed' yet not a bed. Do not go back to an empire or an estate that will crumble for we are no longer there to sustain it." We cried and protested for freedom. We wanted our wish for the abolition of slavery to be granted. It was granted. They let us go, freed their chains of us. Ironically, a week later into our freedom we wanted to go back. Back to slavery, back to our life not what we cried for ignorantly. Freedom. My master was correct. I had no life besides the one she offered me. Now there I was, running for my freedom but towards nowhere. My hands felt heavy without the chains. My stomach felt empty after eating as a free human being. The title of 'freedom' was not working well for me and others too, who had not confessed about it. This is what we slaves were crying for. To be freed from being sheltered to having no shelter. To be

Murdering My Parents

As you read this, my parents are on their knees pleading for mercy at my feet. Pleading for me to spare their lives. If I were them, I would be pleading with GOD to forgive their sins. The outcome at the end of the day will still be the same. The outcome when you finish reading this will still be the same. The axe that I hold in my hands will deliver the ultimate justice to my parents. They committed a crime now they have to do the time for it. They have to lose their lives at the hands of those they committed the crime against. Me! I am going to slaughter them. It is not murder. It is capital punishment. It is justice . By the time you are done reading this, I would have murdered my parents. A justified murder. For they failed to be parents and they deserve to die. For I being their child, it makes me judge, jury and executioner. Let justice be served by the death sentence. I am going to slaughter them. It is not murder. It is capital punishment. It is justice. Let me describe the ima