I question my world. When did hate ever answer anything?
Tag: #Racism
Just a Thought
If all parents claim to be great and the best parents, just where do their children learn all the ugly attitudes?
This recent video below left this thought on my mind. As a parent, I know that children may still end up doing what they want and exhibiting certain individual traits that would probably drive their parents crazy, I however strongly believe that nurture greatly shapes a child.
This lady is shaping her son to grow up as a racist. Apparently, his health is the least of her priorities since she chose racism over that.
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Diversity no. 1…Every day beautiful people #67
“It’s time for parents to teach young people early on, that in diversity, there’s beauty and there’s strength.” Maya Angelou
“No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” Nelson Mandela
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The World is made beautiful by its diversity. We must learn to embrace the fact that others are different and have a right to be.
We should never allow the evil antics of misguided few to dictate how we relate as humans.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.
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From the very first poem, “Dreams,” this book captivates with passionate and perceptive words. Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha captures a broad expanse of the human experience in this book of richly layered poems.
Let Go and Live!…
Until we let go
of all the hatred
and embrace
the light of love
DARKNESS
will remain a companion.
♥
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
“May perpetual light shine on the souls of the departed in Orlando, and may their families find the grace to heal.”
Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.
When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.
She is amazing at describing love and life in her poems. She creates such beautiful images with her words. Truly, she is a talented writer and I’m so excited to have her poetry book and to continue reading through it.
Closing the gap…
They called it an ugly name
They called it Slave trade
It was man’s inhumanity to fellow man
An injustice that took so many and destroyed the human spirit
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They called it by a fancy name
They called it The Holocaust
A horrific history
Of the evil machinations of men
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They called it by a fancy name
They called it apartheid
It was the great divide
That was strictly applied
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They gave it a fancy name
They called it genocide
It was monstrous and intensified
An attempt to cast aside and to nullify
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They have given it a fancy name
It is called racism
Which is just a term applied
To subjugate and sub-divide
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Each of these fancy names
Has created huge gulfs
Among the human race
That leaves us mortified
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How do we ever bridge
This great divide?
For the bridge across
Is a long, treacherous walk away from home.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The Daily Post Prompt Divide.
When One Finger Picks Oil….
Blanket Race or Religious castigating remarks always feed off the wilful, ugly actions of the misguided among us in society. 
These actions earn names and virulent comments from those who perfect the act of positing themselves as armchair judges, pointing fingers, pontificating and lumping people under labels.
In fairness to others, we should learn to stop herding and lumping people into categories to suit our lack of open-mindedness and to satisfy our cravings for ”I told you so’s” as is the case of an African proverb that says “when one finger picks palm oil, it spreads to the rest.”
It is a given and natural phenomenon that the influence of one’s upbringing and society will not only rub off on them, but will dictate and shape their views, behavioral tendencies and if this is the case, then it stands to reason that the individual is not necessarily to blame for how they turn out, but the society at large and their upbringing.
Who are society? We! We form society and not aliens from Mars.
What have we done as a society to improve these situations that we find ugly, which keeps perpetuating itself until they are fast replacing the normal with the abnormal?
Since we are too busy being politically correct, we are all to blame.
If we truly love and want to change our World as much as we claim, is this not then the time to stop playing Possum and to stop hiding our heads in the sand?
Is it not yet time for Muslim leaders to stand as one voice and castigate the bad eggs who perpetrate evil in the name of Islam?
Is it not yet time for the people to question the status-quo and raise eyebrows at those who do these so-called brainwashing?
Is it not yet time for Christians to open their hearts and express that love that we profess?
Is it not yet time for every Religious leader worth his salt to speak up and condemn these inhumane practices and other behavioural tendencies that hurts the society at large?
Or, have they lost their essence as the salt of the Earth?
Is it not time for the arm-chair pontificators to get off their butts and do something more useful other than to be judgmental?
Let us steadfastly attempt in seeking positive ways to do better things for the benefit of our society and not by the spate of ugly words spouting off peoples mouth all over the place.
Today, I will share these African proverbs with you, which should help us realize that our little works can have ripple effects since we are not in isolation and that:
”It takes a village to raise a child.’‘
”If your child is dancing clumsily, tell him, my child you are dancing clumsily. Don’t not tell him “darling, do as you please.”
”A child is what you put inside him.”
”One should shout when a child comes home with a stolen egg, otherwise the day he comes with a stolen ox, it will be too late.”
We are society. Let us stand for the truth.
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Dylann, why? I ask…
I sit here staring at my laptop, trying to finish the story that I am writing but I simply can’t. It is not that I don’t want to, because I believe it will make an interesting read, but just that the sadness I feel at the moment almost makes it impossible for me to think of any other thing, other than the thought that consumes my mind.
I am perplexed at the senseless killing of nine people in Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church, in Charleston, South Carolina. I do not know these victims in any way, but I hurt because they are humans just like me. I hurt at the way innocent lives were cut short. I hurt over the fact that a House of refuge and prayer was turned into a grizzly house of horror.
I pulled up the photo of the suspected perpetrator and spent quite some time looking at his young face, trying to decipher how one this young could bear such amount of hatred, bitterness and racism in his heart. Trying to decipher how he could have sat for an hour in the aura and midst of these people and still shot them in cold blood?
Was the preaching not to his liking? I questioned no one in particular.
What could have triggered premeditated murder such as this? No answers yet.
Twenty one years ago was just 1994, so it is very logical to assume that neither did this young man participate or benefit from slave trade, nor did he fight in the civil war. He was not born during the time of heated racial movement, except for recent sporadic police killing; so what could be his vexation? I am struggling to deduce what could be in the crazed mind of this young fellow.
If my little knowledge of American history serves me right, it has been more than a century and half that the civil war and slavery ended on the soil of The United States of America, yet happenings in recent times makes one begin to question if the racism existing in this vibrant nation does not portend far more danger than it is being glossed over to portray. It does seem for all intents and purpose that the black race is an endangered species in The United States of America. Slavery ended ages ago, yet the ghosts of slavery and second hand citizenry lingers on, consistently raising its rancid and ugly head.
I question what precepts and perceptions he was indoctrinated with. What kind of nurturing did this young man have; what could have transpired in his life and heart to arrive at this juncture? Is love so dead to some people that cutting down lives of other people becomes a mere pastime?
He has not only shed innocent blood, but he has equally broken the hearts of so many; and I dare hope his families own too by his actions. He has injured even those who look on from afar.
Why is racism feeding fat in America?
Are there any scientific or biblical proof that one race is really superior to the other?
Does any human have other elements flowing through their veins other than red blood?
Are we not all mortals who live and die at some point in our lives; or are some privileged not to die in the way known to man?
Forgive my ramblings, but I ask these rhetoric questions in sad wonder at how we got it all wrong.
May perpetual light shine on the departed and may their souls rest in peace.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
“Hatred, ignorance and greed are killing nature and hatred always hurts the hater most“. Masanobu Fukuoka.
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