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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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It's the end of the year 2020 and majority of us if not all cannot wait for this year to be over.  The year has being a very hard and emotional one filled with sadness like the death of Kobe Bryant and his daughter. The murder of Oke Obi-Enadhuze,Tina Ezekwe, Kazeem Tiamiyu, George Floyd, Uwa Omozuwa etc. It has also being a year filled with fear and uncertainty, like the outbreak and wide spread of Corona virus that shook the entire world and basically made people question their faith,beliefs and their overall attitude towards life. But we can't forget that it has also being a year of great awakening. I'm talking about the birth of the Soro Soke generation and the movement to bring an end to bad governance in Nigeria under the #endsars protest.
I for one have learnt valuable lessons this year which includes to live life to the fullest, love people and let them know they are loved and most importantly, to be kind to people because the truth is more than wealth and possessions, all we really have to count on is each other.
As this year ends and we carry on into 2021 with fresh dreams and expectations, let's not forget all what 2020 has taught us and aim at being our best for ourselves and those around us. 
From inception Ibom Times has being focused on showing the uniqueness of the Akwa Ibom people and their beautiful heritage. This year, despite all the world have been through, the uniqueness and beautiful heritage of the Akwa Ibom people has remained so and we are more than delighted to share it with you as always. Do have a wonderful read and I wish you the best of the season. 
                         Elizabeth Ebosetale Okojie 
               

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