I have never complained
You stand on me to lie to your friends
You spit on me and swear to your parents
You stand on me with hatred in your hearts
Remember, I’m still the ground….
You’ve defiled me with your corruption
You’ve broken bonds in my presence
I look at you without fighting back
Every human being, no matter how old he gets will die someday
I’m tired of the lies
The ground is a place for you all
But how you live your life determines how soon you come to join me
You’ve lost yourself and”I’m not dying” you always say
It makes me laugh whenever I hear it
Humus means soil which is the same word as humility
I have sent humility to the world for free that we may all get it
Same way I sent pride out of my home because we aren’t families…..
You sent humility out of your home
You welcomed pride and made it your own
You nourished it that it may not die in your house
Well, you’ll be humble soon enough…
I am the ground
And I’m sending you to spread my letter
Spread it to the foolish so they will be wise
I am the ground and this is my letter.
Have you ever thought of suicide? Have you decided to give up everything? Have you thought that you can’t amount to nothing? Do you see people as being better than you? It’s not too late to start over, it’s not too late to open a new chapter in your life. Don’t make people sorry for you, make them crave to be like you. Are you crazy for success? Work towards being successful. Don’t just lie on your bed saying it’s too late. Don’t procrastinate, Do it now. Don’t give up, never give up. Only failures give up, failing doesn’t make you a failure. It should give you the burning desire to do better. If it’s not the right path, don’t take it, shortcuts aren’t the best. Struggle now, enjoy later. It’s not too late to be the best. It’s not too late to start over. Start over, start better 💜
I am black.
They call my continent black.
I watched programmes on my television where I see people who don’t have the color of my skin do wonderful things and I ask myself. ‘Did we commit a crime during the process of our making? Maybe we did. And our punishment was that our colors would be changed from white to black’.As a kid, I always wanted to reverse my days and sleep during the day of the crime in order to avoid being black. I grew up. My black friends started changing. Wow. ‘What’s happening?’ ‘He was black some days ago’. God when? I relocated to a new location. I travelled to the city of the whites. ‘I am in heaven. Time to resolve my crime and become white again’. I tried using the internet which was made by a white man to check on how to become white. I saw different ways to change my skin color, but my moral standards said no. I had no option. My crime will live with me forever. I sat on my bed thinking. ‘My friends traveled to this land and now they are white. I am here. I am not white. Why? What is the problem with me?’ I pondered and tried to figure out possible solutions to my crime. No way. Okay, I’d live with this.
I got a job in a white company. I had the qualifications to work as the manager. I wasn’t given the chance to do so. ‘This is not right. I am a professional in my field and I see no reason why I shouldn’t be given this post’. My complaints were like prisoners who lived in the prison cell and had the inability to see the light of the day. I accepted the little offer posed on me as a professional. I worked and worked. I earned $4,000 annually. I was not satisfied with my job and I needed a change.
I met a friend. My friend is BLACK. Grey is Black. We met in a white land and were the only black workers in the facility. I nicknamed him ‘BLACK GREY’. Black Grey was down to earth (the normal attributes of a black man our aged parents told us about), cheerful and always had a bright smile on his face. Black Grey taught me the joy in Black. He said, ‘All black men are special. Man, woman, boy, and girl. We have the ability to work and perform excellently under trying circumstances. I am proud Black’. I felt the joy in his words when he talked about the black tribe. He was the black diamond among the whites.
Many people today are living in a world of pain due to their color. They are molested, cheated and even abused because they are born black. Do not encourage this. Appreciate your color and let your light radiate through it.🔰
Divine is a writer, a drummer and a student of Industrial Mathematics in the University of Lagos. This piece above talks about Racism. Racism divided the world, the black are no longer proud of their skin, this shouldn’t be so. This piece is everything 💜
Next year, I will be this
Next year, I will have this
Next year, I will have achieved this
If this is your pattern, I’m sorry to say, it’s not a wise one. Fools count the years, wise people count the minutes, the seconds preferably. What you do now is what matters, what you are achieving now is what counts. Remember, the future starts now, your question shouldn’t be what next,it should be what now. So… What now is that you shouldn’t forget to share this amazing post to your friends, be nice 💜
The world goes through elimination process everyday, life itself goes through elimination process. Guess who gets eliminated first. That’s right! The weak hearted gets eliminated first. Who is the weak hearted?
The weak hearted is one who after failing, doesn’t have the boldness to rise up again, who considers himself as a failure instead.
The weak hearted is one who after losing, doesn’t have the strength to fight and win but considers himself as a loser.
The weak hearted are those who life will derail from its tracks. Don’t be one of them, rise up, fight, it’s a new year, a new decade, a new process, shine through it. Welcome home family 💜 . Wishing you all a happy new year.
This post was edited by a very good friend; Joshua. Thank you 💜
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