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HEARD ABOUT ESE?

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Have you heard about Ese?  Golden black Ese as we used to call her.  Her skin so beautiful that most people called her the goddess of the black race.  She went to papa Ijebu, who mixed pepper with lemon water, he added a little bit of carol white and a pinch of something which name, I can't recall. Suddenly the black in her skin vanished like magic, she was now "African snow white"  and she reigned in her head and her new found skin.  Ese was walking on the air, almost like her new skin gave her super powers.  Awhile later, there were cracks, itches,scratches and peelings... Her body was at war with itself.  Ese's skin changed colors more rapidly than a chameleon, no one could keep up. Then came the decay that went from her skin deep inside of her and in a flash, she was gone.   Ese died trying to be who she wasn't, she was so dissatisfied with being black in a black skin and I wonder why, what is so wrong with being black?  
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Melodies




           
                                 
Jorome jome jo
The sound of our root
our beginning marked with innocence
Jorome jome jo
The beating of drums
uniting us for a common course
Jorome jome jo
The lyrics of peace,dignity and strength aiding on men and women who were gladly tilling the soil
And nurturing the young ones for tomorrow
Tomorrow known with the rising of the sun

Do re me
The foreign sound breaks through our firm walls
Mixing up the beat of our drum
And causing confusion in our gentle steps
Do re me
Sweet melody that easied tears down our cheeks
And erased from our memories our identity
Do re me
A mysterious melody
Whose effect is one of pain and sweetness
Now we are a people left in confusion
By melodies that should never have crossed paths but did anyway.
                 
                   @ lizzy's haven 

                 

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