Africans in my lens

Africans in my lens

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( Africans in my lens) the Africa I know of arise before the rise with their theory's in her history, the dusty wood pen of the ancestors is mightier than the bro- anD sisters that are oppressed and colonized in their acts and deeds toward their own; when would africa, put value across her beautiful continent that has been looted from it's ancestry to its children today. The colonial mind set of the African is destroyed by the colonial powers with what they want he to understand and define him or her self. The African is thought to stay muted an accepted everything he's told to be or do ; may not be a college graduate or university graduate; but I am patiently increasing in faith stage of learning beyond the physics of man to the highest comfort of life - connected to the one who sent the Holy Spirit into Essa (Jesus ) AS and path the sea for Musa AS the beholder of ark of Noah AS from flooding i am connected to a better world than your world of calamity bigotry, and jealousy; his Nigerian, his Ghanaian his Guinea Fula his not a Gambian Fuck all the methodology; his this his that , #fuckology that; live your life and stop run your mouth pon people's life. Africa for Africans; when would Africa see themselves and their people as one without discretionary discriminating each other's presence, as one people of one continent. Stop thinking like the oppressors and start acting like the oppressed, know your worth, yourself and embrace your people . "I rest my case here for now! "I used to cry in my soul Now I laugh Hahaha Laugh over laugh Thank you allah Hahaha - Amadou Jarou Bah (Speaks)
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Nkem wanted him to hold her hand just like he did the handles of her bicycle . She had also begun to love the way her name rolled off his lips. There was absolutely something wrong with her and it always reared its head whenever he was around. "I am beginning to wonder if that one sip of palmwine did something to you. Why did you drink that rubbish Ekene gave you? You seem to keep getting lost " He mumbled a bit taken aback by her lack of concentration. "Nkem!" "Isi?" "What is it? Why do you seem lost in thoughts? Is there any problem?" Nkem shook her head vigorously holding back the need to tell him exactly how she felt. "Ngwanu..we'll find a way to stop those fools from destroying your things. I bet they thought this bicycle was mine too. I shouldn't have e ridden it to school. Are they even stupid? Don't they know that I cannot afford this ! We have to report to the principal"Cheta rambled as he continued to drag the bicycle along while she walked slowly behind. "Cowards! That's what they are..I should" "Cheta!" Nkem bellowed causing a stop to his tirade. "I love you! "Her hands clamped her lips immediately the words flew out of her mouth. The erratic pounding of her heart worsened and her feet became wet from the sweating of her legs. Her hands trembled without a care as his feet halted "What had she done?" She watched in terror as he dropped the bicycle he was holding and marched back to where she was. She held her breath and prayed in her heart that her confession not be the end of her. He gave a small smile as he drew closer,before breaking into his annoying fits of laughter. He laughed so hard that he fell beside her. "Now I know that you must be really drunk! " Nkemjika a beautiful young girl from a wealthy home finds true love in Chetanna, a nobody from the village that harboured them in their worst times. She soon discovers the realities of the boundary between the poor and the wealthy along with a secret that will crumble her world.

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