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"YESTERDAYS"_history uncaged

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Now everything is changing...with everyone of us sweeping under the carpet the scars of yesterday's sins. Those scars are what kept me alive until you are all born to hear the story. The world government was powerful and taking advantage of the human colonial minds, they buried our freedom and equity. But now that we the Elites whom they educated and rose to revolts against the fingers that had fed us... What do you call it? Oh! yes they had termed it Rebellion. They did call us rebels, for seeking a small ration part of the best that nature has given to mankind. Al-sural-tu-Nas. This for mankind, tell ye that the beast you trained in the dark had turned to an angel in the day. We are filled from the pot of lies now that our bellies cannot contain what they obtain, the promises that were compromised, treaties that were breached, least they covered the black mails and lies with a blanket of Diplomacy. But now is the snatch of the gallon beer from the drunkard because now there is what when diplomacy fails.....is war. "Now we are free." Later in the future a seed germinates bearing fruits of the YESTERDAYS as she possess the abilities to time travel and set broken pieces together but this has consequences in the future of mankind. Read along

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If you must tell a story, then you should tell the story from the start to finish. But this time it was i who was telling such stories to my children at bedtime, a story which is not meant to be told at such a bed time rest, but this is not a story as it ought to be. Do you call History of one a story? In general stories could be anything fake or real but to me it was not. To me the History of my people was never a story. No it should be called the way it was... a History. This was going to be me in that story, pardon me i have made error calling the History of my home a story. Again i seek for remission of sin from the gods of my home land if it be an atrocity to tell the younger ones such a History at night time.Before i begin the story of my life i would like to let us know that everybody has a home."Everybody has a home."Irrespective of our separate gems, attitude, race, culture, tradition and kinds - when it is time to unite, home calls. If only i had somewhere i could call a

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23 Chapters
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If you must tell a story, then you should tell the story from the start to finish. But this time it was i who was telling such stories to my children at bedtime, a story which is not meant to be told at such a bed time rest, but this is not a story as it ought to be. Do you call History of one a story? In general stories could be anything fake or real but to me it was not. To me the History of my people was never a story. No it should be called the way it was... a History. This was going to be me in that story, pardon me i have made error calling the History of my home a story. Again i seek for remission of sin from the gods of my home land if it be an atrocity to tell the younger ones such a History at night time.Before i begin the story of my life i would like to let us know that everybody has a home."Everybody has a home."Irrespective of our separate gems, attitude, race, culture, tradition and kinds - when it is time to unite, home calls. If only i had somewhere i could call a
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MOTHERHOOD
As for my children i believed that the night meant entirely a different thing to each one of them. For Aka, i saw him as the man of the house , the night meant a time to give rest to the re-tarted bones which had been working and been busy from the early hours of the sun set. I preferably chose to get the house chores done with the rest of the family, never wanted to involve my first son in any of the house chores, what i wanted of him was after the busy hours of his days from work rest and embrace it with a rest filled weekends. Anyways i also had it at the back of my mind that he was a man and therefore a man was meant to toil in order to survive just as i was taught even in my home we worked no less.For Morrison and Olivera and Fejiro the night might just be a usual routine of sleeping and waking. They never took things so serious unlike their mother.......unlike me. A usual routine at sunset to hear bed time stories from Thelma and then buzz off to the crawling hands of death
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A HISTORY
My apartment was well furnished i am a connoisseur of arts so i had paints on the wall. I had contracted some Negroes who did the paints. They called them the Street Negroes. They were usually paid after their services. I had had them do the painting works themselves because they were blacks as much as my love for the African color never left me even in the foreign land. They had used three days to get the painting job done and they had also re-coated the paddock fence that Aka my son built around the facility. He was not a carpenter but he knew how to put the hammer and nail to work. These Negroes four of them had taken the measurements of the entire building and gave me a quotation and cost but there was no negotiation on their remuneration. Although i gave them some money before they could start the job and at the end i was excited with their skilled art as they proved they are worthy of another job when there is need. One odd thing with the Negroes was that they do not have a mob
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KING ZOOMORAH
The villages lived happily ever after like never before. They had increased in numbers and were gradually spreading towards the west where they believed had greener pastures.Kinds were born and these kinds grew to become man, from crawling to walking, falling to standing, and from jumping to running. Just as the clans increased in population they would spread and at all sides, all headed west.Funni clan, one of the clans increased rapidly with an outrageous number of men and women with children, and that was the beginning of the second war fare between mankind. The struggle was as a result of which of the clan would dominate and rule over the others. This was were their quest for power domination begin, notably it was known that the Funni were the largest as such it should be used as a means of determining the ruler.The village held a congress and summoned all the aged from all the clans, and their ages determined on how many children you have produced. Those with fewer children o
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RISE OF AN EMPIRE
The Amori clan had been defeated by the two hundred thousand Funni warriors. They had captured their women and babies aged zero to three and reconstituted them into their village making them twice as large as before.The Samari clan whom had infiltrated the Funni clan, holding some of their warriors hostages in their new settlement haven gotten the message about their king’s disappearance on a self destructive mission of no coming back, set out to the Funni to conquer them altogether with their subordinate clans of Amori women and children as well as the amalgamated Abaki clan.The set forth to the Funni clan and so did they conquer them and mixed their women with their men and took away their children to their new settlement.“Your king has been eaten by the wild animals that we hunt for meal. They had exercised a revenge on your king and had him on their sharp edged teeth and devoured him into pieces, leaving no trace of a bone as lead to his body and no blood stain to perceive hi
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SCARS
It was only six years tangle with Saint’s father Alex. Alex was a preacher man and I had fell in love with him because of my background and his accent. Alex was a native English, he taught together with the Portuguese missionary at the time of their coming into Africa, where we finally met and we made a great time together as couple… that couldn’t last forever. It was until after I had him a son which I had named the boy Saint because of the very pictures of saints which were men and women who died for their faith, a daring illusion which could make you thirst for heaven at the very moment when it’s illusions triggers the mind.Alex had a pointed nose that shoot out especially when you are looking at him from the side angles. Every black women would want to have something to do with him, they all wish they had even slept with him. I mean Alex was handsome and tall… A ladies man you could say he was.At first I never wanted to do anything to do with him, never the thoughts of we w
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Hello world!
What can you say about the character Thelma? DO you think she is hurt and pained or is she seeking for vegeance? Can she ever get what is looking for and will the scars ever have to go away unnoticed. Have you ever had such experience whereby you sought for justice but didnt get it and you took the laws into your own hands but get caught up? Was she free or imprisoned in her feelings. KINDLY ADD THIS BOOK TO YOUR LIBRARY AND READ ALONG.
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OLA
Ola-lekan was another beast in my life. He was the father to my beautiful daughter Fejiro. Everything at the beginning all began well not until an attitude showed up itself in the very night when we were in bed tucked up in the duvet warming our bodies with the warmth of our skins after a hot and rough sex.Talking about sex, I was very good at it. I gave them all the stles they wanted and I guessed that wasn’t enough for them or maybe they’d craved for it that is why the all wanted to have me so eagerly but then after then what next I was still left alone, to cater for their products which are these children, my gifted ones, the ones whom I carried inside my womb for complete nine months calendar of each year of their pregnancy. Sex can never be enough for these creatures , you see in as much as they cared and showered you beautiful praises and gifts, right after they had gotten what they wanted they would evenly leave you abandoned and right there in your presence they would go fo
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VITTORIO
Vittorio had taken me in as his lover years after their kind had taken Aka's father away from me. He was an Italian prince although he was not a preacher man just like the rest of their kind but they all looked alike and shared things in common.They all came from the place called Paradise and we had seen them like our own god, they made us neglect our chi and proved to us that our cultures and tradition were nothing but barbaric, they called us the bush men from cave land. And yes they were pretty correct we were bush men from cave land, we were integrated in our culture and powers, we practiced some kind of powerful and spiritual exercises, but nonetheless our powers began to fail where they were and then they attacked my people and slain all of them that revolted, and enslaved many, punished the innocent young children who knew nothing and had no idea on how to use their powers.There in-front of me they were butchering our people in their numbers when my mother gave a loud cry...
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SAM
If you are going to be writing my biography you may not complete my story without mentioning of one good and profound angel I met in a human form and that was Sam. Sam was the foster father to my twin Morris and Olivera. Yes he was the not the planter to those two fossils and I am happy to have him in my life. Sam I thought would have been my last chance in a man, because he was the last good man in my planet. Yes the last good fellow that shared humanity and strength in the society. But then what happened, yes Sam was good and a loving husband but he was corrupted. Let me warn you children from what I learnt from the big book that said evil communication corrupts good manners. And that was so and the case with Sam, my last good chance of eternal happiness in a matrimony. Ha ha! I didn’t call upon Mr. Death to wrap him with cold hands. No I didn’t do that, instead thank me that I was kind hear-ted too. Sam never deserved death no
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