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MY LOVER IS A KILLER

   He is so handsome that you would think he is an angel He is good with words that you would mistake him for a poet He prays a lot that you would easily think he is a saint He promised me the world and forever, so I  innocently had faith in love once again. I buried myself in trusting him... Then as soon as I was head over heels in love and dancing carefree in his arms with my eyes closed, he grabs a knife from HELL and pierced through my flesh to my soul.  He watched me bleed out while he silently smiled from a corner. The stab was deep, he didn't hit to miss at all. My lover knew exactly what he was doing, he is nothing but a killer.  I'm dead but only to live in an invisible realm where I'm invincible. 
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HEARD ABOUT ESE?

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?
 

Blackness is gold and our identity lies there in. Don't follow the trend like Ese, know now that you're the standard and the trend. 


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