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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?
  15. I recently heard a sister talk passionately about the three bones for success as taught by her Grand Mother. It was interesting to me as it rang true. So what are the three bone for success and why should you bother about them? The First of the three bones for success – The Wish Bone The wish bone will keep you hoping and praying. Hope is the motivator but your dream is the driver. We keep going because we hope for tomorrow, that tomorrow will be better than today; hope is being able to see light in-spite of all of the darkness. Hope will motivate you to chase your dreams. Faith will
  16. She is not transgender at all. In fact throughout her narration she makes it pretty clear, pretty quick that she is straight, very straight. She likes men, and loves one man. Tranqueray is a stage name her dear friend gave her at the start of her dancing career. I had no idea it had 'trans' connotations.
  17. Have you seen her story? The 76 year old Stephanie Johnson who ran away from Albany to New York and became a very popular burlesque dancer in the 60's and 70's. Her mother couldn't bring herself to love her dark skin once saying to her through tears, "if only I'd had you with a white man, maybe a could love you." And yet Stephanie mother was as black as they come, but she was too bent on keeping white friends and white company, so much so that she was willing to deny her blackness and hate her own daughter. And then she sent Stephanie to prison for getting pregnant by a black man.
  18. I must say I am too busy running after my four children and practicing self restraint not to yell, so much so that I have nothing left to spend on bad news. I watch the news to see the weather so I can take those four little Akuabas to the park, or not. bad news depresses me. I know so I don't go looking to hear it.
  19. Share the blogs sir. I read and re-read this. Still don't know how i feel about it. And yet i want to keep reading
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  21. I just sent you an email. I am interested in guest writing.
  22. I grew up on folktales, from my beloved grandmother especially. She's 98, bedridden and her life's ebbing away. I can't travel to see her due to COVID-19 but I honor her by retelling the stories she told me three decades and some ago, as best as I can I must add. Her stories taught me to keep striving, to smile in the face of rejection, to set boundaries, to fearlessly love, to honor myself and others, to know when it's time t run, to know when I should inch closer.... I hope I am doing her story telling justice with my writing, she is one hell of a story teller.... Le
  23. WHOM AM I? I am a woman, Black, African From a lineage of Steel, depth, sweat, blood Tears ‘n’ resolve. Grandma opened not a vogue magazine She held a hoe Dug the ground Planted seeds. She dined on her labor Backbreaking. Hard. Labor. Her fingertips caressed cocoa pods Lovingly prepared cocoa beans. Brown gold they call it Yet her tongue savored Not one chocolate bite Did she even care? She spawned Ma Ma spawned me I succeeded her, and those before her Grit. Nerve. Poise. Strength From a long line of
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