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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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THE IRONY OF ONOME'S LIFE

                     


        

                     ONOME 

Her name was Onome, meaning "my own" and she had no owner and owned nothing. Her only inheritance was her pretty sorrowful smile, that made her the richest poor thing around.

She lived in rags handed to her by her keepers. Keepers that led her to an unwanted rest in a six-feet castle of gold, decorated with many flowers than she ever needed. What a love !!!

They over fed her, till her stomach groaned from emptiness. They where the proud inventors of her laughter that came with painful tears. Tears that she drank from until her thirst was quenched. 

She sang of the good deeds they did, to hurt her whole being. They dressed her in a beautiful transparent gown, before the hungry eyes of onlookers and her cry was a melody to their ears. The rare times when pleasure meets pain. 

Now that their lovely hands have taken her breath away, she is dressed in a beautiful  expensive gown, picked out by her keepers. They all danced fulfilledly as they sent her to her new peaceful six-feet home. 

Onome would have loved to have had before, what she has now. A beautiful gown,  peace, unconditional love and attention from her keepers. But look at them "merrying" in her party where she is not in attendance. The world has now seen how much they loved her, something she never knew or felt. What a life!! 

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