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THE WORLD FAÇADE. By: Oluwajimi.J.Thorpe



O God, my Creator, is it a curse you made me a Black man?

My Creator, is it a sin to be Black that my people are being killed unjustly around the world?


O God, is it my fate that I was the one that laboured and tilled the ground for the survival of the world?



My Creator, why is it that I tend to be raped, abused, maltreated and exploited without getting JUSTICE?


O God, they made us conspire against one another.


My Creator, why did you allow me to work as a slave?


Why, did you allow me to be taken away from my ROOT through the stone way, to an alien land?


Why did you make the world seem one-sided, and I being the specie for it's labour, experiment and exploitation?


O God, after the abolition of slave trade, they came again with a more advanced extortion concept called, MODERNIZATION THEORY, which was conceptualized from one geographical region.


O God, they tend to propel MY LEADERS with sanctions, wars and blackmails to accept policies that would continue to make us underdeveloped.


O God, they say we are CORRUPT, but they tend not to understand that their THEORIES are based on deceit and corruption.


O God, my Creator, I am now a slave to THE PURCHASING POWER PARITY (PPP).



O God, my Creator, that is THE WORLD FAÇADE.


O my Creator, make me an IMPREGNABLE FORTRESS.

It took a Black president to tell the Japanese ‘’SORRY’’. Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Who would tell the Blacks ‘’SORRY’’?
Civilization started in me and civilization would end in me. Oluwajimi Thorpe


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