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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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Sucker for Love





Sucker for love is something I wrote because I couldn'tsleep 🤦🤦 and also something I have had to learn about humans just by watching my twin nephews and a niece live their lives. 

My nephews are twins and six. They have a Younger sister age four,her name is Fortress. Everytime they are together there is always something to fight, argue,laugh and simply scream about. I watched the twins constantly team up to bully and argue with their younger sister. And they would use words like " lets not play with her ooo" "we will not build one of those ships for her" "if she comes near us let's just ignore her so that she will know that we are the boss" (I still wonder how they came to that conclusion) or one convincing the other with a statement like " You know you are my twin oo don't play with that small girl Fortress, she is trying me" and anything this happens she never gets in a fight with both her brothers. She fights with one and that one teams up with the other to fight her. It a clear case of buy one and get one free. Lol

But surprisingly, for people who love to team up to fight, they love to get individual love and attention from their sister. They will sit peaching their love ideas of things they will do for her.  And always with one consciously trying to outshine the other one. They will say things like this 
First person:  " you know I still have sweets    in my bag, I will give them all to you. Fortress you're my friend"

Second person: "what is sweet? Fortresses does not even like that sweet. I will let you share my juice with me. I will even let give you plenty of my juice. You are my friend you hear?"  

As sweet as it was to see my little girl feel like the queen 👑 she is in those moments, I always wonder why it was never okay for them to get her love and attention together just like they did fighting her. Why was it okay for one to pull the other into a fight with their sister but then fight individually for her love and attention?    

Then I looked at myself and my relationship with people and realized that I am just like them stingy with love. Humans are naturally selfish with love. When we don't like people, we constantly talk about them in a certain way to get people to dislike them. But when the tables are turned and we actually love these people, we love them alone. And even though we speak about them with other people, we often don't want these people in on our love business. Infact, them Loving these person we love can spark real jealousy and silent battle. We are all sucker for love 💕❤️💗❤️ and we do anything to love and be loved back.  Humans never really get enough of love and no wonder we hardly share it as much as "we" share or spread  hate/dislike. 

     

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