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MissKorang

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About MissKorang

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  1. Once in the animal kingdom of Abapa lived strong, big and gluttonous Python. Python seemed to suffocate, swallow anything that had breathe and crossed his path. Once when Python chanced upon a Gazelle in labor, he didn’t consider the precarious position of mother and unborn, he attacked and swallowed the laboring Gazelle to the horror of an expectant father and husband. Python ate the Pangolin, Warthog, Deer, Parrots, even Porcupine with his quills was not exempt. He didn’t care what state the animal was in, as long as he could catch it, it was fair game. Reports started trickling
  2. My afro. My black, collection of many curling and coiling hairs. It is thick and stubborn af. It defies gravity and reaches for the sun. I love it and I believe it loves me. I love wearing it natural because it makes me feel unencumbered. But I didn't always love my hair. In fact I couldn't wait to finish high school so I could load it with chemicals and straighten it. I despised my hair because it was called any and everything but beautiful.... wait what? Are you thinking my hair was demeaned by white folks? Nah. It was black folks. My mother was the loudest. My hair was compared
  3. Thanks Troy. I loved listening to these folktales as a kid and I'm even relishing the retelling more.
  4. Note: As my 98 year old grandma lays frail in Ghana, and waiting to transcend, I can only comfort myself with her tales...Enjoy One day, a skilled, successful hunter entered the forest of Sompa in a bid hunt. While tracking a herd of buffalo, he noticed a cackle of hyenas stealthily following the herd. In Kwampa’s vast experience as a hunter, he knew the presence of the hyenas meant a much bigger predator was also probably stalking the herd, whose catch the hyenas intended to hijack. Or that the hyenas had gone long enough without successfully stealing any food, enough to pu
  5. what kind of blog are you looking for? I blog here: https://misskorang.com
  6. What is online grooming? And what are the stages of online grooming? Grooming online happens when someone (usually an adult) ‘befriends’ and succeeds in gaining a child’s trust in order to take advantage of the child for sexual purposes. Grooming allows sexual predators to slowly overcome natural boundaries long before sexual abuse occurs. When children connect and communicate on the internet with strangers, they put themselves at great risks indeed. Internet predators intentionally comb sites where children are sure to visit, they may search for their victims by interests, loca
  7. I started blogging for the kick of it, and to spur me to finish my debut book. Then I figured I could monetize it. I love to write. You can find me at https://misskorang.com
  8. What is your blogger strategy for the year? Happy New Year!
  9. Transcendent Kingdom by Yaa Gyasi
  10. There was a world. Of Black humans. and their Animals. In tune with nature. Wealthy and healthy. Their kings traversed. and gave gold away like candy. No-one was hungry. Humans and nature harmonized. Homage each paid to the other. Until th colonizer came. With the word of their God. Close your eyes. The Colonizer said. Let us pray. When eyes opened. Black Humans had the colonizer's God. The colonizer had everything.
  11. Black boys in the Library. Maybe can read history. Penned by black hearts. And business. Molded Mansa Must Style. And learn to fight back. With their minds. And wit. Black boys. In the library. Cannot be denied. Enlightenment so long denied.
  12. Strange Fruit. Swinging in the breeze. Weighing on a branch. Their innocence heavy. Their bodies limp. Strange fruit. Hanging. Unharvested.
  13. They fed me belly-full, And sent me to bed With an empty heart And a starved soul And told themselves What great parents they were But they fed me. They fed me belly-full, And starved my soul. They planted my rage, And righteously questioned why I was not like the rest… My soul hungered for love, Yet my belly hungered not. ... Excerpt from My Upcoming Book Of Poems, "My Black Soul Dirges"
  14. I would review it. And add it to my recommended list of books of cultural and racial learning for my readers if it fit. How do I get it?
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