NOBODY IS “BLACK” AND NONE IS “WHITE” IN COMPLEXION

I have never seen a black man, and I searched for white men and found none. I searched for white, red and black races and found none in history.

I have however seen people who have decided to think about themselves in a negative and disabling way.

One group of humans have largely nursed thoughts that tend to achieve less, belittled their potentials and left them in dark unsatisfying lives. Their mindsets and attitudes are what has made them seekers of supports for the things they could have done if they had changed their thoughts and attitudes about life. There seems to be no way of hope in the minds of most of this group of humans and so they have embraced failed systems and painted everything their own as bad. They quickly throw up their arms and cry for help like helpless dependent babies (though they claim independence).

I don’t believe in the absolute rightness or wrongness of the practices and way of life of any human group. There is a persistence of light and darkness in all human cultures.

So I feel sad when one group sees all what belongs to their history as bad, look down on their potentials, sit lazy and act helpless as a way of getting help. I feel sad when I see human groups always having their heads bowed in shame of themselves and only raising their heads when they need help from other human groups that they have made as gods.

Well, maybe the group that is seen as gods in the minds of the other has achieved that status because one group has decided to be lazy and so has deified the other.

We are our thoughts. I don’t agree with Bob Marley on a lot of things but I believe with him that every human must free him or herself from mental slavery. People can only achieve what they can conceive. So if you think dark thoughts you’d achieve dark undesired ends. And because most artists are named after their arts and placed in the minds of others at the status of the art for which they are known, thinkers of dark thoughts may be seen and known as unglorified-second-fiddle folks until they change their thinking.

To end, I have seen that people can be best seen and grouped based on what they think and do and not on the unrealistic colors of black and white. To call someone white and black can sadly imply the quality of their thoughts and attitudes.

Change your thinking to change what you achieve and what you are known for.

THE JOY OF THE VILLAGE

CHARLES SELORM DEKU

The road was dusty
The Lorries rusty and rickety
We however longed much to ride in them.
The chance never came.
The days passed.
Yet the day to ride in them never came

It was a long desire.
Though it lasted for years
It was one existing in our minds only
How real, we never knew
Brother would tell stories on the dusty road about football dreams.
Yes, dreams it remained.

Like a headless sardine
I had no idea what I wanted.
Pushing through the long road to school always
Sometimes alone at age eight
Beaten by the rain, scotched by the sun, by-passed by the treasured rickety lorry I always took time to wave at.

Amidst all these, there was joy untold
Yes! Joy that lasted beyond days
The joy was sure because I know no travels
I could not compare my experience to any other
The champion in…

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