I listened to this story and tears rolled down my cheeks. I thought of sharing it with you. I hope you will enjoy it:

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: “How is my little boy? His he going to be all right? When can I see him?” The surgeon said, “I’m sorry, we did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.”

Stella said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care anymore? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?” The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he is transported to the university.”

Stella asked the nurses to stay with her while she said goodbye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. “Would you like a lock of his hair?” the nurse asked. Stella nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Stella.

The mother said, “It was Sam’s idea to donate his body to the University for study. He said it might help somebody else.” I said no at first, but Sam said, “Mom, I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his mom.” She went on, “My Sam had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else, always waiting to help others if he could.”

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Back in Britain, 1710… in the time when men sold their brothers, sisters and neighbours in exchange for commodities, settlement of debt, used for manual labour, thought they were animals and treated like one; “involuntary servitude,” –most likely the right word for it,
slavery. Cruelty and hatred prevailed in the hearts of many like a plague of locust feasting on a field of grains and freedom alienated from the depth of their minds. People kidnapped from the comfort of their homes, in their once peaceful life, are taken into captivity in slave-ships, branded and packaged as sardines. Slave-ships were enormous cargo ships converted for the purpose of transporting slaves in hundreds or more. “Abandon hope all ye who enter here,” –all hope and dreams were lost, skills and families. It was better to die than to hit the markets for slave auction. It was like going to hell, journey to a land of no return.


A profitable business it was for the nobles, slave-trading, most common business between the 17th and 18th century. Landed gentries with their wild ambition to expand their labour force for cultivation of their plantation were never left out of this picture. Negroes were regarded as a necessity to their growing farm and their daily life.

Slave auctioning decided the fate of Negroes to their final destination. They hit the market for bidding and auctioning, where they were placed on the block depending on their physical appearance, capability and strength. Those with weak structure and children were offered as bonus to well bargained or paid purchases. The Negroes were examined with as little consideration as if they were brutes; the buyers pulling their mouths open to see their teeth, pinching their limbs to find how muscular they were, walking them up and down to detect any signs of lameness, making them stoop and bend in different ways that they might be certain there was no concealed rupture or wound.

There in the middle of the market where slaves were bought and sold, St. Augustine’s market, rounded-up among the other Negroes laid a black African lad of 19 years. The dark, well-structured, and muscled boy looked striking on the outer shell. Unexpectedly, he felt his heart begin to pound. Muttering, as he frets profusely and the world around him began to spin. North to South, East to West, it was as if the four cardinal points met at his head. He collapsed to the earth vibrating as though he was having a seizure, drool flinging in all directions out of his mouth. His eyes deemed and he kept calm for few seconds.

Eyes wide opened, he looked up, seeing the weird faces around him, fear gripped him. Whirling in fright, he tossed the chains on his wrists to and fro. Adrenaline shot through him as he dug himself into the crowd of Negroes,
“W-where am I-I?” He exclaimed,
“Has he gone mad?” Murmured the crowd in chains,
“Are you alright?” Said a voice from the crowd as he was still trying to identify who altered the speech.

“Have you gone mad?” Bellowed a white-man in a distance.
He saw a large gray eyes narrowing speculatively upon him,
“W-who are you and where am I?” he asked,
“You are in paradise, slowpoke.”
“You are no good to me dead, put yourself together you Negro!” The white-man Snarled.

The sound flowed through him like wild fire, he rapped himself in his chains. He compressed his lips together to weather the white-man’s icily spoken words. He was unsure of what has happened, he was unsure of what was happening and he was unsure of what was to come. The only thing he could do was to timid himself like a little child.

Jingled, the auctioneer’s bell “Gather round people, new merchandise for sell,” The white-man called, assembling passersby and some old folks as speculators. Their appearance portrayed they were nobles. Trying with their earnest attention, they followed the rapid voice of the auctioneer. He beckoned on a nearby spectator, “good-day my goodly sir, are you interested in buying a merchandise?”

“Am not interested in whatever you’re selling, they look scrawny… they won’t last a day or two” -answered the man. The auctioneer paused, looked back, staring at his merchandise, and placed the unfortunate 19 year old buried in his chains on the block.
“This lad will make a fine servant, my liege,”
“I will hand him over to you for $750.” He offered,
“I will pay half the price if you are willing to trade.” The man bided.

The auctioneer thought about the boy’s bizarre act from earlier and decided he was better to be sold at any price than to die on him. He handed him over to the man. Knowing that he has been sold at a price as a slave, the boy advanced, with his hands crossed on his bosom, made a quick short curtsy, and stood mute, looking appealingly in the benevolent man’s face.

“I’m Sir George, what’s your name?” The man asked, holding the boy’s face up.
Wincing internally, “Am –am James Muyiwa.”


To be continued…

It’s a beautiful morning in the village of Ibate, as farmers prepare to go for their morning duties at the farm, women with baskets preparing to leave for the market. Outside in the open are the
children- some in their khakis, panties and others playing naked in the dirt.




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At sunrise, just right before mid-day came the scuttle of a wild wind accompanied by thunder and lightening. The roaring of the wind puts in the picture how angry the wind was. From left to right, up and down tossing everything in its path. The deep-blue sky turned dark and packed with fierce rumbling.

Frightfully, people seeing this “me helm” took to their heels running to and fro. Children from their playing spot running for shelter, mothers calling out to their far-off children, others trying to get their drying cloths off the hangers, and the men trying to put their house and family in order.

Perhaps, the storm was just passing by, but why did it rob us off some of our belongings? Alas! Some of those stolen properties were all we’ve got. Who knows if we’ll ever recover from this disaster, who knows if the storm will someday return? This is a question our encounter with the raging storm has left on our minds.

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To love someone is a big responsibility. Astronomers say; love makes the world go round. Magicians say; love is the greatest spell of all. To a layman; love is a strong affection towards
your fellow human being. The Bible says; love is the greatest commandment of all.


Some Famous Love Quotes
Here are some quotations on love:

==> Love and war are the same thing, and stratagems and policy are as allowed in the one as in the other –CERVANTES (1547-1616) Don Quixote

==> If love be good, from whennes comth my wo? –GEOFFERY CHAUCER (1340?-1400) Troilus and Criseyde

==> When poverty comes in at the doors, love leaps out at windows –JOHN CLARK (1609-1676) Paroemiologia

==> We are all born for love… It is the principle of existence and its only end. –BENJAMIN DISRAELI (1804-1881) Sybil

==> He is not a lover who does not love forever –EURIPIDES (480-406 B.C.) Troades

==> Love grants in a moment what toil can hardly achieve in an age –GOETHE (1749-1832) Torquato Tasso

==> If you would be loved, love –HECATO (c. 550-476 B.C.) Fragments

==> Take love away from life and you take away its pleasures –MOLIERE (1622-1673) Bourgeois Gentlemen

==> But there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream –THOMAS MOORE (1779-1852) Love’s Young Dream

==> Speak low, if you speak love –SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616) Much Ado About Nothing, II, I, 102

==> Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end –MADAME DE STAEL (1766-1817) Corinne

==> Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the flood drown it –OLD TESTAMENT: Songs of Solomon, viii, 7

==> There’s no fear in love but perfect love casteth out fear –NEW TESTAMENT: I John, iv, 8

==> Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends –NEW TESTAMENT: John, xv, 13


==> Love that comes late often claims a heavy toll –SEXTUS PROPERTIUS (50?-15 B.C.) Elegies


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I regrettably announce the death of a friend, guardian and a companion. He is survived by no one but me.

We grew up together like siblings from the same parents, we took our first steps together, and we played together in the dirt. He was like a brother to me, he was always there to protect me, he was always there to get me into trouble and then still there to get me out again. He would guide me jealousy because he never wanted anyone else to come between us. Who can ever ask for more?

Painfully, the cold hands of death have taken you from me. Death has taken you from me and left me roaming this earth without your presence around me, it’s so sad to see death come between us. I wouldn’t wish for a better companion and friend because you were perfect just the way you were.

Always for you my friend, I will keep you in my thoughts, I will carry you in my dreams, I will always remember those days we walked around in the park, how we chased and ran after birds in the meadow and I will tell the world how well we spent our lives together as best friends. Goodbye BRUNO, may your gentle soul rest in perfect peace… you have been a wonderful dog.

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Everyone has a story, but this one’s mine. The experience I will never forget began at a very tender age, about seven years old, when life then was so interesting and full of adventures. As little as I was, I listened to no one, want to do and figure out things on my own, whether good or bad.

It was on March 15, 2005 when I traveled with my parents to the village on a Christmas holiday. I felt as if I was in another world entirely, an environment completely surrounded with old thatched houses with bushes around the vicinity. My first question to my parents was “are we still on earth?

Sooner or later, adaptation began to take its due course. I woke up one morning and marveled at the melodious songs the bird sang from their next up in the trees, the cool breeze of nature sunk into my skin as a sweet sensation ran down my spine, I became entangled with the monkeys as they swing from tree to tree chartering at each other. I could feel the sand under my feet as the ants matched to their early morning duty. At a point a thought came to me “this might not be a bad idea after all.”

Surprisingly, I was like a tourist who moved from nook and cranny looking for one thing of amusement. I walked my way to the river when fortunately no one was around to see how I would “carry out” another adventure without interruption. As a child what I held in mind was “what you don’t know can’t kill you”, so I decided to explore the river and world beneath it. I dived into the river and thought to myself “… yes am swimming, am a scuba diver”, as I dived deeper into the open waters. At that time I could see different creatures I never dream't of seeing; fishes that come in different shapes and sizes, plants that move along with the river tide, crustaceans that I believed were amazing to the sight, “what a beautiful world I thought to myself”.

No sooner did I start gasping for air as bubbles gushed out of my mouth. I swam as fast as I could for the top of the river but lost consciousness before I could reach. I passed out and woke up shortly after at the river bank with a man standing next to me. I could hear him say that, he has been watching me from a distance. At that moment I thought to myself, “to die would be an awful adventure”.

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