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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?  

TOUGH LIFE (GIVING IN AND STANDING UP)

 You know the most frustrating thing in life, is that we all know life will be tough because everyone tells everyone it will but no one ever tells you "how tough" it will really get. I'm guessing the "how tough" is for us to find out on our own. 
       
It's being over a year since I wrote anything here and I can't really tell exactly how it happened but it happened. Writing for me is life and when I stopped writing, for a moment there I stopped living.  This thing called life plays some 'not so fun games' with us sometimes and we just find ourselves struggling. Struggling at least to be alive and just live. 
Life is TOUGH and it's really really tough, even for the strongest of us. No matter how strong and prepared you think you are, life might still find a way to knock you to your knees, punch you until your stomach hurts and bend you over until your back aches. You can never be too prepared for the tough times but you can decide whether to give up totally or find a way to stand up.
The feeling of being helpless and frustrated are no good feelings at all and in that very moment of frustration and helplessness, the easiest thing that comes to mind to do, is to stop trying and give the hell up. Every other thing at this point is going to look impossible except giving up. l can't say to you "don't give up" because I really don't know the weight of what you're going through but what I can say is this "it's okay to give in" even for a little moment. You really don't have to always act strong while slowly dying, if the "tough" is pushing you to your knees, give in and get on your knees and while you are there, find your haven. Your place of peace...what or gives you strength. My haven is God and writing. When I gave in, I sought after God and He came through for me and then I understood what writing is to me. I found strength and peace in God and in writing... then bit by bit I found courage to stand up and live. What is your haven? Who is your haven? 
If you don't already know your haven (what gives you strength and peace) please find out what or who it is. That said, I also have a human haven, his name is Darlington. He is so far away from me but reaches out to me than anyone else I know. He is the one person that was greatly concerned that I stopped writing and he never stopped pushing for me to write. Thank you so much dear Darlington, it was for your constant push and encouragement that I finally wrote and it was from that writing that I found myself again and the strength that I needed to stand up.

N.P When things really get tough for you, you will realize that the people farthest from you are those ones around you that you think got your back. Sad but it's the best part of giving in and allowing yourself be weak, their masks comes off so quickly and you get to see the real them. 

Do Stay strong and keep your head up. 

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  1. Always delivering effortlessly. Another amazing piece from Queen of letters.
    I am your biggest fan ❤️❤️❤️.

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  2. I can honestly say that is probably the exact same words I would have chosen to use. Life is hell, love is war, and all we can hope for is the few seconds of silence while they load the next round, and fire again, and disintegrate our remaining dignity. Life is going to fuck us, we just have to learn to switch positions and enjoy it somehow. I just am curious if life smokes a blunt or cigarette after fuckin us... Food for thought! Lol

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