When I was struggling to cope with issues that stemmed from things that happened in my childhood that I don't want to get into. I felt a lot of anger and hate towards different groups of people, mainly those whom I perhaps ignorantly felt were likely to sexually abuse our people, such as missionaries and/or other ethnic groups (Whites, Muslims. Hispanics ect).
Hearing reports of missionaries raping, molesting and even murdering young women and children in African countries left me feeling more and more anger and even pure hatred towards these peoples. I also felt that this was due to incompetent politicians letting in Millions of young and fit Islamic men as "proselytizers" rather than letting in actual refugees such as vulnerable women and children who need our protection from their oppressive societies and who are less likely to cope during times of war and famine (This is still true).
Among other foolish posts (often drunk but no excuse) this is what ended up getting me in prison for like 4 years (as well as certain chiefs who are gladly gone now but I won't get into that)
One night as I was in a miserable, drunken state. Barely able to walk or talk. A white man who looked as if he had come from some unknown, faraway land had approached me and asked me if I was doing alright. I was so messed up I could barely speak and so he asked me for a cigarette, just one cigarette, and so of course I gave him one without thought or hesitation. He began to notice that I was in a terrible, drunken, miserable state. He asked me if I was okay, and if I needed anything and treated me with kindness, I told him I would be fine and he reminded me that my life here in Nigeria is not so bad, and that for him, life here is - beautiful and he is incredibly grateful for the kindness people here show him.
He told me that he was a missionary that came from a land where there is no justice, there is no peace, there is no rest for the weary. That there is no kinship, no brotherhood, no friendship and no love. He said he was so very grateful to live in a land where he could do something so insignificant and infallible as to ask a complete stranger for a cigarette without fear, violence or threat. He told me that from where he came from. He wouldn't want to approach a stranger and ask them for something as insignificant as a cigarette without feeling a sense of anxiety, dread or fear.
This was the first time he had ever asked somebody for a cigarette in his entire life.
When I was struggling to cope with issues that stemmed from things that happened in my childhood that I don't want to get into. I felt a lot of anger and hate towards different groups of people, mainly those whom I perhaps ignorantly felt were likely to sexually abuse our people, such as missionaries and/or other ethnic groups (Whites, Muslims. Hispanics ect).
Hearing reports of missionaries raping, molesting and even murdering young women and children in African countries left me feeling more and more anger and even pure hatred towards these peoples. I also felt that this was due to incompetent politicians letting in Millions of young and fit Islamic men as "proselytizers" rather than letting in actual refugees such as vulnerable women and children who need our protection from their oppressive societies and who are less likely to cope during times of war and famine (This is still true).
Among other foolish posts (often drunk but no excuse) this is what ended up getting me in prison for like 4 years (as well as certain chiefs who are gladly gone now but I won't get into that)
One night as I was in a miserable, drunken state. Barely able to walk or talk. A white man who looked as if he had come from some unknown, faraway land had approached me and asked me if I was doing alright. I was so messed up I could barely speak and so he asked me for a cigarette, just one cigarette, and so of course I gave him one without thought or hesitation. He began to notice that I was in a terrible, drunken, miserable state. He asked me if I was okay, and if I needed anything and treated me with kindness, I told him I would be fine and he reminded me that my life here in Nigeria is not so bad, and that for him, life here is - beautiful and he is incredibly grateful for the kindness people here show him.
He told me that he was a missionary that came from a land where there is no justice, there is no peace, there is no rest for the weary. That there is no kinship, no brotherhood, no friendship and no love. He said he was so very grateful to live in a land where he could do something so insignificant and infallible as to ask a complete stranger for a cigarette without fear, violence or threat. He told me that from where he came from. He wouldn't want to approach a stranger and ask them for something as insignificant as a cigarette without feeling a sense of anxiety, dread or fear.
This was the first time he had ever asked somebody for a cigarette in his entire life.
you just ruined a great post.
you just ruined a great post.
I had an encounter with a gamer
I had an encounter with a gamer
I had an encounter with scrappy doo
I had an encounter with scrappy doo
This post is interesting because my grandfather moved from Holland to Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) as a christian missionary after growing up in Holland during the war and my mother along with all of my uncles and aunts were born and grew up in Zimbabwe and dedicated their lives to building churches and helping the local African communities.
Many were converted to Christianity and my grandfather helped the Rhodesians build society and develop as a country. They at first couldn't understand that just because you are in possession of money, it does not mean it belongs to you. What helped was the churches he built for them as they would give them a sense of community and a chance to live happy and comfortable lives.
Most people probably wouldn't think this but my parents and grandparents all grew up and lived happily with Africans in Rhodesia while growing up. Unfortunately the greedy, corrupt white governments took advantage of these people and the Mugabe uprising forced them all to move to Scotland, which is why we all live here now.
This post is interesting because my grandfather moved from Holland to Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) as a christian missionary after growing up in Holland during the war and my mother along with all of my uncles and aunts were born and grew up in Zimbabwe and dedicated their lives to building churches and helping the local African communities.
Many were converted to Christianity and my grandfather helped the Rhodesians build society and develop as a country. They at first couldn't understand that just because you are in possession of money, it does not mean it belongs to you. What helped was the churches he built for them as they would give them a sense of community and a chance to live happy and comfortable lives.
Most people probably wouldn't think this but my parents and grandparents all grew up and lived happily with Africans in Rhodesia while growing up. Unfortunately the greedy, corrupt white governments took advantage of these people and the Mugabe uprising forced them all to move to Scotland, which is why we all live here now.