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“Children come to us not... because we are good people, but because we are students of life. And as students, at some point, an examination will come!! One that is karmic in nature, and one that's unforgettable. There is neither failure nor success in raising a child. What is gained is the realisation that you have fulfilled your karma. And hopefully, in the best interests of both you and the child.”

“They're Killing Us (Poem) ________ May my feet land on the safe ends of Your robes, For human land drinks human blood and feasts on its remains. May my hands be held by Your hands, For human hands were loving me yesterday but are murdering me today. May my eyes be filled with sanity, for this generation is piercing me with its inhumanity. May I dwell in Your heaven, as I no longer feel safe on this earth even. My feet are stumbling on many dead bodies. My hands are replete with burns and bruises from the spears of those who You lovingly created in Your image just as I was crested. My eyes are filled with images of my people killed. My body is garmented in agony, trauma, confusion, and fume. Where can I take refuge from these dirty souls who seek my blood? To whom should I run to brood these now broken soles, and eyes filled with floods? Lead me to where it’s safest. Lead me to where it’s kindest.”

“The lowest degree has a higher power than the highest degree. Why is that? I look at this way: the more and deeper that a person is inside a House, the more knowledge and power that they have over that House. But when the person is nearing the Door (the contract is coming into an end), so maybe this person is moving out,...the less power over that House that they will have.”

“The lowest degree has a higher power than the highest degree. Why is that? I look at this way: the more and deeper that a person is inside a House, the more knowledge and power that they have over that House. But when the person is nearing the door — say, their contract is coming to an end, moving out,...then, the less power over that House that they will have.”

“Dear Black Man (Poem) ***** I love you because you make me feel things that I have never felt before. You erase my pain and you bring me so much gain. You embrace me and hide me in your well built African and manly body. You make me want to never look at other bodies. I love how you cut your hair. I love to feel your love in the air. The texture of your hair, so beautiful, so artistic. Your beautiful smile, so amazing; it reminds me of hiding places. You walk like you own the world; at least, I assure you that you own mine and the rest of my words. Black Man, you are beautiful. Your skin tone is so dark, it makes me want to bark. Please allow me to run my hands on the hills of that skin. You are handsome, my amazing king. The way you speak your language. The way you speak your Xhosa. Your Hausa. Your Zulu. Your Kituba. Your Tswana. Your Lingala. Your Venda. Your Gadomba. Your Tsonga. Your Shona. Your Bateke. Your Ga. Your Sotho. Your Igbo. Your eyes. Black Man, your eyes tell me a story never heard before. You teach me; from your wisdom, I learn. From your strength, I know 'I can'. Black Man, they enslaved you because they found you intimidating. But today, they look for you to be their mate in dating. You look at my stretchmarks with an eye of an artist. You appreciate my big behind with no judgement. You kiss my big lips with love. And in my big thighs, you hide. You love me when I have no hair. You love me when I have fake hair. Black Man, I thought of you and I wrote to you. All hail the Black king! From your Black Woman, (with African curves) .”

“And the Creator said: With this Afro hair, I crown you as kings and queens. The natural heirs of the Earth. I crown you so that you never need to place a material crown upon your head as proof of your royalty, one wich loses value with time. Your Afro crown remains valuable through all lifetimes. I set you apart from the rest. I keep you covered in a natural shade. I give you hair that retains water, so you remain cool under the Sun. I crown you with natural antennas, connecting you to the skies above. I give you Afro Hair to set you as trees that never decay. Trees that stand tall, firm, and strong through all seasons. I give you this Afro hair as a mark that you're my chosen people.”

“Why did the god of the Western Bible get annoyed when the people were united, speaking the same language, and building a high tower together — and with zero hatred? The god of the Western Bible divided the people and caused confusion among them ...dividing them into small tribes or groups. Just like how the West did to the African continent and its people. History is mind-blowing.”