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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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WHEN TOMORROW COMES

              WHEN TOMORROW COMES

When tomorrow comes It will be just 

yesterday that it all began

My shattered story now united in the          

Pages of my memory 
     

My story has many parts, colours and          

shapes...blue, black, good and ugly. 

When tomorrow comes and my                    

youngselves sit around the table

With their ears in their hands 

My mouth will tell the colourful                    

imperfect story that birthed and                  

made me. 


When tomorrow comes and                          

yesterday becomes impossible to travel to 

I will stand in your midst with my                  

wounds now healed and scars                      

perfectly hidden behind my smile

I will stand naked before you all                    

and show myself to your ears because        

your eyes will hold the 

Cloud of rain gathered from your                  

broken hearts. 

I will let you all know that I'm no hero          

but a survivor.

I come from the storm, the fire,                    

the heat and the rain, shattered but alive.

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  1. Anonymous31 May 2023 at 15:25

    Good one sweetie
    👏

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  2. Lizzy's Haven31 May 2023 at 19:08

    Thank you so much

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  3. Anonymous31 May 2023 at 21:38

    Wooow that is awesome ❤️❤️ love this dear.. keep it up 🤝

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  4. Jules Jay1 June 2023 at 04:07

    What an inspiring piece! And for the hope of tomorrow, we will never give up! Thanks again for these beautiful lines.

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    1. Lizzy's Haven1 June 2023 at 12:32

      You're welcome sweetie. Thank you so much

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  5. Amazing you’re number one fan girl ❤️1 June 2023 at 06:56

    My talented big sis I love this so much you really inspire me

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  6. Darlington7 November 2023 at 19:29

    Queen of letters . An inspiration to many of us. Your ink will never run dry.

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