Brother For Sale For A Cup Of Flour!!!

We pretend we are blind, to the beauty of colors.
We assume, we are privileged, when we are of a different complexion from the majority of those present.
The pedestal on which we place ourselves is a mere fallacy.

I see a people, so brain-washed, so pathetic! A people so intent on believing that they are less equal, less bright, less capable!
Why....?
Years and years of deliberate mental segregation, coupled with illiteracy, and poverty.
Surely, being poor can make you sell your mum...but must you do it?
Why do you bend so low, as to allow your dignity, your soul, your future and those of your progeny, to be trampled on?
Is being poor a curse?

People worship people, not because of the good deed, or as a result of inspiring speeches and sacrifice, but because of COLOR!
Stooges are created, willing to trade off their ilk, for a cup of flour...is this how low we have sunk?

They have long realized this..and play well while at it..
But times do change..and you should be prepared to live..live on your sweat, just and fair...equal, each according to his measure not color.

There's more to a man, than the color of his nostrils.
There's more to a man, than your perception of his imperfections.
There's more to a man, than to being BLACK OR WHITE..

The measure of a human being, is in his ability to transcend the superficial..

We are on a grand voyage...the first step is a smile...

As I Grow Older....

The folly of Youth,
Is in the perception..
Of youth..a vanity..
As I grow older..
Every step is measured..
Every breath counted..

Sometimes,
We are thrust upon responsibility..
The thought..exhilarating..
The execution, hazy...
Then you realize..
You need to sit at someone's feet..
Learn, yes learn, the tenets of human complexity..

As a youth,
Everything has to go my way..
As I grow older,
A few loses are salient..
Lessons in imperfections..
Lessons..in appreciation.

As I grow older,
I am naked..
My imperfections real..
My limitations a yoke..
Leaves too enjoy the wind..
But they are seldom aware of being blown away.

It takes time..
I now appreciate..
To be the one you want to be..
But with a little effort..
Fruition is nigh..
One more push and am better than yesterday..
Continuous learning..
Every step a lesson...

We wish..
But don't prepare to receive..
I'm not sure am prepared now..
But one thing is certain..
Am better than yesterday..
More conscious..
More certain of life..
More assertive..
Most salient..
More Accommodating...
It come as one gets older..