JUST SAYING  ...

I ‘am a bit pissed with films like the butler and 12 years a slave...seem like we  focus too much on slavery like other races weren't faced with such, at some point in history.

 It would have been nice to watch films on great men like Alexandre Sergeivich Pushkin, Adolph Bardin and Angelo Soliman (Men who were brought to the west as slaves but later conquered their times with their contributions) or better still founding fathers like Kwame Nkruma of Ghana  or best the great Kandake’s of Ethiopia, Queen Idia of Edo kingdom and Queen Amina of Zouza , great kings like Jaja of Opbobo and Ovarame No’gbasi  Omo no Oba no Kpolo- Kpolo (after all there is proof that Africans had  and still has an oligarchy in place!

...and if royalty fails to hold interest then there is the Ekumeku of Anioma, men who were adept at guerrilla warfare in a time you wont have called modern.

No, Holly wood keeps focusing on slavery... slavery.... slavery!

I am not saying I don’t enjoy these films but there was a story before slavery and there are uplifting stories after slavery.  

                                                 HEY !  LETS TALK ABOUT IT (1)

Here's a poem I came across while surfing the internet two days ago: thought I should share...

                                                   I Got Flowers Today
                                              (Dedicated to Battered Women) 

I got flowers today!
It wasn't my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first argument last night;
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt;
I know that he is sorry and didn’t mean to say the things he said;
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today.
It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me.
It seemed like a nightmare.
I couldn't believe that it was real.
I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today!
It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day;
Last night he threw me into a wall and then started choking me;
It seemed unreal, a nightmare, but you wake up from nightmares;
And I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over—but I know he is sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today!
And it wasn't Valentines Day or any other special day;
Last night he beat me and threatened to kill me;
Make-up and long sleeves didn't hide the cuts and bruises this time;
I couldn't go to work today because I didn't want anyone to know—but I know he’s sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today!
And it wasn't Mother’s Day or any other special day;
Last night he beat me again, and it was worse than all of the other times;
If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of the kids? What about money?
I’m afraid of him, but I’m too scared and dependent to leave him! But he must be sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today….
Today was a special day—it was the day of my funeral;
Last night he killed me;
If only I would have gathered the courage and strength to leave him;
I could have received help from the Women’s Shelter, but I didn't ask for their help;
So I got flowers today—for the last time.