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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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MASKED part 1

It is not that I do not know how to fight. It is that the little demons I fight, grow up overnight and muster the strength to defeat me. 

It is not that I do not speak but the people seated with me, do not listen to what I say. It's almost like my voice has no sound or my words simply makes no sense. 

It's not that I do not try but failure is guaranteed even before I set out to try. 

Writing is my safe place, so I write but people do not read anymore and those that try to, don't read between the lines and so they miss the message. 

I do not come to you by chance and I won't leave by chance. I walked to this point I am right before your eyes. You're too blind to see and too occupied to notice but the time keeps ticking and my weary walk continues till  it stops. 

"Fight" they say but when does one win?
"Speak out" they say but who truly listens? 
"Try" but how hard does one have to try before it's enough? 

I do not plan to faint in this race of my becoming but if I do, please don't forget that like everyone else, I tried and I hoped for a time when I win. 
Time is ticking, stop and see through the mask. Listen!!! Listen!!! Do you here the ticks? There goes time, racing to the end.

Note: A good friend told me a story of how he worked his way to success and fame and how the people around him frustrated him the most, until he decided to ignore everyone and continue fighting his fight. That story inspired 'Masked"  because too many people have being through hell but they hide behind smiles. He is also a writer but he is  a Nollywood actor. Thanks for sharing your story, I'm glad I listened. 

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  1. Anonymous21 November 2023 at 20:08

    I do not plan to faint in this race of my becoming but if I do, please don't forget that like everyone else, I tried and I hoped for a time when I win.

    Word💥

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    1. Lizzy's Haven7 January 2024 at 19:35

      Reading it again from you, even I get the message clearer now 😊😊😊 thank you ❤️❤️

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  2. Anonymous22 November 2023 at 20:10

    Nice one... I am thrilled....

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