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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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AREWA


Arewa, daughter of my youth
To be a woman is to be everything and nothing
I look at your tender eyes and I worry because I know we share a single fate
A fate full of pains,tears and regrets
Our lives are of duty not of ambitions or dreams
It's only a matter of time before the world breaks you in pieces like a China plate
and silence you so your voice is never heard
There are so many things I could save you from but this is not one of them
I pray for you now Arewa, that you find a reason to smile and share a few laughs
because it's more than life is willing to give
You and your siblings are my life's trophy besides your father
The pains of womanhood is duly paid for by the joy of motherhood
Don't you mistake my concerns for regret
I Azifa will do this all over again for all your sake
There is nothing I would rather be than be a woman and your mother.

@lizzys_haven



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  1. Unknown24 May 2020 at 21:00

    This is deep. Thanks a lot for it.

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    1. Lizzy's Haven24 May 2020 at 21:20

      I'm glad you like it. Thanks alot for your encouragement.

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