Racism is an awful concept and has been around as long as man can remember, It is the mental ideology in the minds of most of the white people believing that they're superior to the black folks... Racism is nothing but vanity and ignorance. But even now in the modern era, Racism still exist especially in countries like America and some European and Asian countries. What these morons fail to understand is the skin color of a person doesn't tell or show everything about that person, there's more than it meets the eyes, appearances can be deceiving, I may agree the black men's way of life especially most of them are barbaric but that doesn't make us superior to them, There's no proof of that even in the holy books to show that we whites are superior to the blacks
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#ELIZABETH
Racism is an awful concept and has been around as long as man can remember, It is the mental ideology in the minds of most of the white people believing that they're superior to the black folks... Racism is nothing but vanity and ignorance. But even now in the modern era, Racism still exist especially in countries like America and some European and Asian countries , What these morons fail to understand is the skin color of a person doesn't tell or show everything about that person, there's more than it meets the eyes, appearances can be deceiving, I may agree the black men's way of life especially most of them are barbaric but that doesn't make us superior to them, There's no proof of that even in the holy books to show that we whites are superior to the blacks..
The story I'm about to tell you now is about how I've experienced the changes throughout the decades about the relationship between the blacks and whites and how it has changed my life forever.
My name is Elizabeth Ernest, I was born in Scotland, England đŹđ§ in the year 1910.... My mother Carla died in the midst of World war 1 in 1916 I was 6 yrs old by then and my father William died when I was 15 that was in 1925, the only surviving family I have was my Aunt Patricia..
By 1930 when I was 20 years old, I inherited my father's property and his business which was honey making đ which was in south Africa and because of that, I was told to relocate to the country to keep an eye on things... I refused cause I was busy with my studies at Oxford, I told my aunt that I would relocate to Africa once I was done with my studies. So my Aunt managed my father's business in my stead.
Aunt Patricia never failed to send me letters about how excruciating the place was especially the weather ; but she did recommend that my father's house was a marvel. In her letter, she would describe to me how huge the place was.. I couldn't help but imagine how the place looked like using my Aunt's description ..
My father had always told me about this place, he claims Africa was the best place in the world, and for that reason he built this huge house so as to stay here. To be honest, I never liked the idea of moving all the way here to this strange country.. While I was growing up, I was taught in history classes that Africa was nothing but a savage and barbaric place, I was further told that it was cause and no white man could survive in the place due to the heat and mosquitoes.. But I disagree with that cause my father mostly spends his time there, sound and healthy..
Despite my father's love for Africa, he loathes and despises the people in it, He would always blast them with insults and call them awful names, such as apes or monkeys... The only thing he likes about the black people was their ability to work tirelessly... Whenever he came back from his trip to Africa, he would tell me stories of his servants back at his bee farm and how gullible they were , he also made mocked and joked on how ugly they looked.. Anyway that was years ago and now that it was my time to take over the reigns of his business empire, I was going to see if all this things he said was true, I for one have never seen a black man, only in museums, newspaper or history books.
In the evening of April 17 1940, I arrived at South Africa in a ship, I couldn't use the plane cause the world was in the heat of World war 2, as I got off from the huge metal construct, I was welcomed by Aunt Patricia and one of my father's African slave, whose name was Marian.
Before coming to South Africa, I got hold of my father's diary and in it he wrote all about his experiences in Africa including the names of all his servants working for him at the house and bee farm, Marian was the top servant in charge of looking after the house, she was quite an attractive lady with a slender stature , She welcomed me happily, collecting my luggage from my hands as she loaded it into the wagon. I was amazed how strong she was.
Elizabeth ⥠Erm... Are you sure you don't need help? They're quite heavy.
Marian ⥠Relax, Madam.. This is no problem compared to what we carry in the shamba.
Elizabeth ⥠Shamba?
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Aunt Patricia ⥠It means farm in Swahili.. Look at her go.. Don't worry, these apes are as strong as their animal counterpart.. Come my niece, let's go home so that you can relax besides dinner is waiting for us back at home.
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Elizabeth ⥠Good... Cause I'm really starving.
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After the luggage was being loaded into the wagon, Aunt Patricia ordered the driver to drive us home, I noticed that Marian was left alone .
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Elizabeth ⥠Isn't she coming?
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Patricia ⥠There's no place for her and besides she can walk home..
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Soon the driver drove us back to my father's house, I couldn't help but stare at the black colored folks of south Africa, They weren't as ugly and disgusting as my father said, I guess he must have exaggerated.. But there was something I saw that almost made me throw up.. One black man standing on the streets with a cigarette in hand, spitting out a disgusting thick mucus from his mouth onto the street next to a young boy selling fruits.. I felt irritated and disgusted, this people definitely lacked manners..
But that wasn't the only unsightly thing I saw, There was also this man that I saw close to the trash dump, he removed his loose trouser and squatted exposing his black a**, seconds after that, a disgusting yellowish shit đ© started popping out of his b-tt hole, I had to cover my eyes to avoid seeing that, but there was something that caught my attention, his manhood which hung out as he passed out faeces, his d*ck was covered in hair and it was curved and it stood straight as if he was horny, I was amazed to see the size of his thing, no man in Scotland can measure up to the size of this man.
Eventually, we arrived at my father's house, and it was much more than I imagined and expected, calling it huge would be an understatement, it was vast, measuring the size of the building, it could contain a thousand people and not to mention the fields around the house, which was covered in beds of lovely flowers đ, darkness had already covered the place, so I could see the place clearly or tour around the house.
As we rode through the fields, I could hear the laughter and sound of merriment from the children, they were busy running around having fun, I never realized that there were children here. Moments later we arrived at the front porch of the house, Marian called out the other servants to carry our luggage đ in while Aunt Patricia and I walked into the house, she showed me around the house before taking me to my room; By the time we got there, the servants had already arranged my luggage neatly and they also brought dinner for me.
My name is Amaka , I am 25years old and am a prostitute. I have been a prostitute for the past 6years now; please follow up, as I bring u the story of my life and how my journey into prostitution started, I come from a family of 4, (2 girls and 2boys) and am the first child. I was 16 years old when I lost my parents in an accident along Owerri road few years ago.
"please let me go I am sorry for breaking in here , my poor brother will be worried sick about me please have mercy " A girl could be seen kneeling down and begging the man Infront of her , he was looking at her with a blank expression on his face. " You stepped in here on your own , you should have think twice before stepping foot into my clan " The man said coldly and the girl shivered fearfully. "I am sorry " The girl cried harder and the man chuckled, he wrapped his hand around the girl's neck and started choking her. "Pl..ase... " The girl could barely talk as she found it difficult to breath , tears of regret were pouring out of her eyes. If only she hasn't stupidly listened to her boyfriend and step into the Devil's clan , she couldn't believe this was how she was going to die , how will her brother live when he hears about her death ? Will he even know about her death ?? Her eyelids were already closing , she felt the Man's grip around her neck lessened as she was losing consciousness..... Who is the girl ? Her name is Sofina Rosewood , a young beautiful 19 years old Naive girl , she is a sweet girl with a sweet soul she can be sometimes cunning and Crazy. Sofina have a elder brother who was 24 years old and he is extremely Protective of her and she has a boyfriend who her brother never really liked , he always told Sofina , her boyfriend was bad news and always asked her to break up with him but she never listened to him since she was Madly in love with him. Sofina boyfriend Cole somehow convinced Sofina to go into the Devil's clan and steal some cash form the Devil's clan . Sofina really loved Cole and she could do anything for him, she snuck into the Devil's clan totally forgetting why it called the Devil's clan, If only she knew that she would live to regret it. Instead of going into the safe where all the money's and treasures are kept she ended up in the Devilish Mafia lord room. The Devilish Mafia was called a devil for a reason , he was heartless , cunning , ruthless, cold and a blood thirst man who sometimes kills for fun , his name is Hardin , a man without heart. People suspected that he wasn't an ordinary human , some people even says he is Satan himself because of his inhuman abilities and ruthless way of dealing with people who betrayed him..... What will happen to sofina who got into the Devil's room ? Will the Devil's spare or kill her ?Is the rumors about The Devilish Mafia true ? Is he really a creature and not a human ? And what will happen to sofina who had caught the Devil's attention.
In the deepest part of hell, seated on a magnificent throne is the king of hell himself, grumbling and scolding a set of guards. At his right hand side is Dracula, a powerful demon who sat quietly with a hard face. On his left is Rezel, his mistress. The most powerful female demon aside the seven sins . " I heard some reports against you all. Can someone explain to me what happened?" Lucifer's voice thundered in the hall, making everyone shiver in fear. The guards sucked in their breath as they await the worse. Seventeen guards could be seen shivering, they were on duty yesterday when they caught the mistress having sex with 2 of the council elders, she had threatened them and they had no choice but to give in and now it got leaked. No one knows who leaked the information, but the rumour spread overnight much to their despair. They all enquired from themselves if any of them had leaked it out, but they all knew nothing about it, leaving them worried. They got ready to resume duty only for them to be summoned to the hall. They hurried over there to find out that they had been framed by the mistress. She accused them of trying to rape her. When she escaped, they had spread those rumors about her. One of the guards looked up to find a smug look on her face. "These bastards are wasting my time, throw them in the hot oil," Lucifer announced as he disappeared to his room. They all dispersed as the minions were looking at them with pity as they cried out in tears while being pulled away. ' If only you had adhered to the warning I gave you guys yesterday, you wouldn't have found yourself in this position,' Rezel thought with a smirk in her face. She stood up gracefully and walked down the hall, heading to Lucifer's room. She would have disappeared, but Lucifer hates it when she appears out of nowhere in front of him. He claims it is disrespectful. Lucifer stood with his back facing the door, arms folded at his back as he looked out the window.
The coffee machine beeped to a halt and I moved over to the cabinet top to switch it off. Zoe loved hot coffee whenever she came back from school no matter the hot weather and I always gave it to her- the apple of my eye! Humming Joshua Bamiloyeâs âthere are forces against my soulâ song, I went into the store, picked up 5 pieces of big yellow plantain and came back into the kitchen. âI am gonna make my baby fresh sweet chips. My little babyâ I said aloud, smiling happily. If you asked me what gave me joy to still remain in my unfortunate marriage to Zack, then, I would say it was my only child, Zoe! I loved and adored her! As I started turning the almost brown chips in the frying pan, I heard the honks of Zoeâs school bus. âMy baby is hereâ I said aloud, moved to the window, drew the curtain and then I saw her as she stepped into the compound, looking as cute as always. I quickly drained the first round of the chips and then introduced the other set into the hot, boiling oil. âHello mum, I am homeâ I heard her voice as she scampered into her room. âWelcome my baby girl. How was school today?â I asked with a raised voice âCoolâ came her short response. She must be very tired! âMake sure you pray oâ I shouted again âOk mumâ she replied softly. Few minutes later, she came into the kitchen in a beautiful white camisole and a short blue corduroy skirt and my eyes widened as I saw her. âZoe! Why would you wear something clean when you have not even had your bath, huh!â I exclaimed. She looked at me briefly, sauntered to the coffee machine, poured out some and sipped it without looking at me. My ten year old Zoe would always behave like an adult! But something is not right as whenever she looked at me briefly, she had something bothering her but I had told her severally that this could be very disrespectful. âZoe, isnât it you I am talking to?â I asked her loudly and she looked up at me and smiled briefly. âYour respect thing again shae? Ok mum, good afternoon. Howdy?â she said and looked into my face with a âIsnât that enoughâ look on her face. I saw the dark circles under her eyes and I gasped. âAre you okay?â I asked and she looked away quickly. âIs there something you are keeping away from me?â I asked but she did not reply and instead downed another cup of coffee. I looked on, amazed. âMum, it seems the plantain chips are burningâ she said and I turned quickly to the gas cooker, turned the knob and quickly used the colander to bring out the chips. I served the chips inside a small salad bowl and Zoe came around to get it from me. âThank you mummy. You know I really do love youâ she said as she walked out of the kitchen. I followed her intently âAnd I love you so well too baby but you know my heart aches when you keep a secret no matter how little from me.â âMummy, you too like gist!â she said, giving me a half smile. I smiled too but it was short-lived. âIs Mandy fighting you again?â I asked and she shook her head in the negative âOk, but she called you a proud girl again?â âNo mum, you know I already told you that I donât give a damn what anybody calls me. I already told Mandy that if she calls herself my best friend and still tells me I am proud, it would all be over. I donât condone that indiscipline and she has actually compliedâ she talked on, her gist mode activated. I smiled appreciating the fact that she talked like an adult. âBut donât do things that would make herâŠâ I was saying when she cut me short âSay I am proud shae? What have I been doing? Mum, see o, âGive me your assignment to dubâ and I said âI canât give youâ. âFollow me to watch the dramaâ and I say âI am not goingâ. âOk, come to my house on Saturdayâ she said again âNo I canât come, thatâs the day I readâ. The conclusion was then âZoe, you are proud!â Judge those instances well mum, do they signify pride?â she asked, really gesticulating âNo dear. I appreciate the fact that at your age, you are able to say your mind without anyone affecting your decision. That is good. Clap for yourselfâ I said and she gave me a funny look and then chuckled âMum, who does that? Clap for myself at my age and marital status? No mum. I have outgrown thatâ she said as she chewed her chips. I tickled her and she started laughing vehemently âThatâs what your age mates still do so. You are still a kid my dear. Donât say because you are in Jss2 at ten, you are a grown girl o.â I said and she laughed. âMum, donât say that jhur. I am a big girl oâ she said again, winking at me. God, can you just help me to train my own daughter well? I prayed silently. I dreaded the thought that I had failed as a mother. âZoe, can I ask you a question?â I asked and she nodded in the affirmative. She dropped the salad dish on the glassy center table, sat close to me and placed her head on my laps. I rubbed her chin. âAsk mumâ she said âAre you proud to be my daughter? If you are asked to choose another mother tomorrowâŠâ I was saying when she cut me short, sitting up with such alacrity that almost scared me. âMum, I will choose you!â she said, nodding continuously. I looked on at her with my mouth suspended âMum, there are lots of things many of my friends canât tell their own mother because it is either they beat them blue black or they take them to church for deliverance but for you, I can tell you anything. I can run towards you with poop smeared all over my body but you would still hug me and tell me with love âDaughter, you smellâ. That kind of mother is rare. Mum, it would be you and you again a million years to comeâ she said and I was so pleased. I pulled her close to me and pecked her cheeks. âI love you my daughter. Thank you for the encouragementâ I said and she smiled âMum, never for once should you doubt your quality of good motherhood. You are good inside outâ she said again as if to say she was the mother and I was the child! Zoe wonât kill me with laughter! âme daily?â I asked and she laughed loudly hugging me so tight âLook for a mum that treats her daughter as a friend, listen to her gist and still crave for more gist and I will show you my mother.â She said as she gave me a âhigh fiveâ âDonât worry mum. I will tell you later. Letâs face my own issue nowâ she said almost anxiously. âOk boo, what exactly do you want from me?â âLemme be frank with you mum. You know I am the youngest in that class and all of them know, although I am bigger than most of them.â âYes daughter. I knowâ I said looking into her face. She would never feel bad for her stature. In fact, she loved it! I really taught and instilled in her boldness and confidence plus love for oneself. âMum, to be frank, I have a crush in my classâ she dropped the bomb and my chest rose up with pain arising from it. âCrush? Whatâs a crush?â âMum, itâs a Sam. He is the Class rep and I am the assistant. He behaves matured, he is handsome, he doesnât do bad things, he only goes on his way and even for me, he plays hard to getâ she said and I really could not help myself as I let out a serious sigh. But she didnât look at me. âIt has been like that for long until yesterday when we were in the Biology lab when he walked over to me and dropped a note in my hand and ran away.â She continued with satisfaction on her face. âA note?â âYes mum, a note. I have kept it safe in my wardrobe. It says âI like your kind of girl and I wonât mind if you donât, to be your boyfriendâ and mum, I walked out of the lab into the restroom to read over and over again! I could tell nobody. I was so excitedâ she said, sighed and stood up from my laps to the window side. What should I do? What kind of a thing is this? What sort of a Sam has gotten the premature heart of my kid? What do these kids understand oh Lord! These were the questions that ran through my head as I looked at her. If I beat her now, of what use would that be? If I go to their school tomorrow to report Sam to the school authority, of what use is that? Lord, please teach me the right step to take! I prayed as I looked up at the ceiling as if my life depended on it. âDaughter, tell Sam that you are inviting him for dinner in your house on Saturdayâ I said and her eyes widened as she ran to me. âMum! For real?â she asked, smiling widely. My heart broke but I smiled and nodded in the affirmative. âYes for real. Letâs meet him and see if itâs a devilâs proposalâ I said. I didnât know where that idea dropped from but it dropped anyway. She stopped in her tracks, her smile fading away. âA devilâs proposal?â she asked and I nodded. âYes dearie. On many occasions, the devil proposes to us daily. We either say yes or no to the proposal. This is a proposal from someone, not necessarily Sam but when he comes, by the look on his face, his word to you and all, I will know if itâs a devilâs proposal or just a juvenile stuffâ I said and with her mouth suspended, still looking at me, I knew she wanted more. âSee, the devil can tell you âhiss at your mumâ. Itâs just a proposal, you either say yes or noâ I explained further and she nodded, closing her mouth. âI understand! Like when Dad would come
Meet Bryan a god on his own, his name is on the air and no one in the whole country doesnât know him.. Why wouldnât he be known when he is the most cutest guy ever seen, some believed he isnât a human.. He wasnât only cute but also got the greatest voice ever, his voice could melt your would leaving you emotional, his music is all that would always be heard all around the city.. His life was perfect, having all this and also being the son of one of the most richest man in the country..he also has the best girlfriend.. Sophia⊠She was also a singer and the best female singer known, they both matched and were the talk of the town when ever they walk together.. When they both sing, the whole crowd faints in emotion, it was always the best⊠His life was going well till he found Sophia having sex with Jeremy who was his main rival in the world of music.. He couldnât hate Sophia and forgave her immediately, but when he caught them two more times, it dawned on him that she never loved him⊠His life turned to something else which couldnât be explained.. He became the most coldest man any woman would meet, he hated them with all his heart.. Surprisedly to him, he couldnât hate Sophia and that made him experience series of heartbreak from her⊠He went into a world of sadness hating everything around him.. He would always stay alone and snub anyone who talks to him.. That was how his life turned into till he met Rose⊠Rose is a young beautiful maiden not known for anything, she is poor so no one wants to know anything about her, She is one of Bryanâs dying fan and real love him madly⊠Fate brought them together as she as employed as his house help by his mother.. Rose would have to do anything possible to amend his broken heart⊠There was something Bryan found in Rose that got him interested.. She is crazyâŠ. She Is clumsy She is funny She made him laugh She has a unique voice⊠But would he ever fall for her?? You wonât wanna miss it. Its gonna be a blast Are you ready for this?
Becky and I had been friends for virtually all our lives because our parents had been close friends and next door neighbours. I don't know when exactly my feelings for her undergone a transformation, but with time, I begun to crave her in ways that defied the rules of friendship. The day I realized what I felt for her was love, she'd returned from California after spending half a month there. I'd missed her badly, and I'd been quite eager to see her. I'd hugged her too hard, she'd thrown her head back and laughed too hard, excitement had crept into my belly too hard, my heart had pounded against my chest too hard, and I realized I'd fallen for her, a little too hard. I'd been about to reveal my feelings to her when she beat me to it, announcing she'd arrived with her boyfriend.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the townâs richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. âWay to go, honey!â
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Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"