Category: *Black Lives Inspirationals

Poetic Justice – Raising Awareness of a “Bloody” Business involving Black African Victims

Black is Not

Black is Not Slack or …Muck but of Value as any Race!

We must raise awareness to caution Africans so that they do not fall prey to those who have set up businesses to deceive them & trap them.. read on: Share this as widely as possible!

There are some fake agencies from China, Korea, Japan and other parts of Asia currently opened in Nigeria, Ghana and other African countries, promising jobs (domestic ones, such as house-keeping, baby-minding, etc).

However, on arrival, they turn you to anything less than human. Murdering Africans especially girls for their kidney, Heart and Liver. Mostly our own African brothers and Sisters involving in human tracking to Dubai, Cairo especially in Libya, Egypt and Lebanon.

The agents prepare travel documents and everything; when the victim reaches the destination, they begin to live in hell and chances of stayinh alive are slim.

Think of the life you might save (or multitude lives) by circulating this or speaking to someone about it. The one you might save could be your relative and if not they are God’s creation of equal value or worth to you in His eyes.

DO NOT STAY SILENT!!

Thank you

 

Prophetic exhortation to those who have suffered racial affliction & victimisation

img_2397God’s intrinsic design of your makeup & origin were not a mistake. He created all men equal!

All God’s creation are precious and worthy to Him, should we therefore not embrace our God given worth regardless of our race, colour and nationality?

For some it takes time, God is patient and is saying the time is now to begin… do not hate yourself, skin colour, race or nation of origin because of how society or people have defined you or what they have said to hurt or mock you. If you do you grieve God who created you. It is as if you are saying He made a mistake or did not create you well. Who are you and I to think or say such things? Even if it is a learnt attitude (to self reject because of experiences), it is not an excuse. It is time to acknowledge such sins and repent. Embrace who you are within, your looks, your skin colour and your race and just carry on living expectant for God’s predestined purposes for you to be fulfilled as you surrender your life into His hands.

Even as a sinner God says He loves you with an unconditional love, He just wants you to repent and live in obedience so that you can enjoy abundant life as His child! Your race, skin colour, nation of origin are the “specifications” He chose for you and the fact that they are different in relation to someone else’s does not make you less of a human being or inferior to anyone for God did not rank these “specifications” according to their worth. Why not? because they are all of equal worth to Him. His intrinsic design for each individual and each collective race are equally beautiful in His eyes.
You have free will, but His hope is that you would agree with Him.

Poem: The Me I Know

The me I know is called black
that’s okay for it’s but a word,
a description of the colour
that’s my skin.

The me I know is God’s
that’s okay for it is the me reborn,
a state of being that’s in the
here and now and for His
purpose, I so define.

The me I know, knows her worth,
that’s okay for it’s a mindset shift,
a knowing of true self,
enabled by whose I am,
the divine.

The me I know who is His,
has escaped, that’s okay, for
it is time for release from
ancient potholes marked
“unworthy” to embrace the
liberation of the Saviour of
nations.
Soaring with healed wings
away from the snare of the
fowler and refusing a status
defined with distaste by
my external colour.

The me I know lives in the
reality of her Saviour’s
finished work among remnant
saints a family of nations and
tribes of a multicoloured hue,
that’s okay for we are one,
the human race.

©Deborah E. Nyamekye 9/10/2016

You are not who you say you are! Why? You are the wrong race!

Title (Yahoo news): It happened again another flight crew cannot believe a black woman is actually a doctor.

My note: This is what black people go through regularly. Yes in the 21st century; being disbelieved or mistrusted in relation to their abilities, capabilities and intelligence, solely because of the colour of their skin.

In this article from Yahoo.com a black woman doctor was told to sit down while two nurses were allowed to tend to the sick person in flight. It happens everywhere not just in America.

I thank God for the Holy Spirit who gives all races without partiality the ability of self encouragement, perseverance, inner peace, hope and joy in the face of adversity without which many faced with such issues on a daily basis would not have the strength to amount to anything, let alone excel to become doctors, lawyers etc…

Title (Yahoo news): It happened again another flight crew cannot believe a black woman  is actually a doctor.

Link:https://uk.news.yahoo.com/it-happened-again-another-delta-flight-crew-cant-believe-a-black-woman-is-actually-a-doctor-205952003.html?post_id=169351413413443_341806436167939#_=_

This is an excerpt of Ashley Denmark’s account from Yahoo news:
“As I settled in to watch a movie and read a book, about 1 hour into our flight over the intercom, a flight attendant requested a doctor or nurse to report to front of cabin to assist a passenger. When duty calls it calls – even if you are 30,000 feet in air…”

And she continued on social media :

“The flight attendant didn’t believe I was a doctor and told me to have a seat while 2 nurses provided medical care to the passenger.”

It was merely a few days ago when Tamika Cross, MD, another young, black physician described a very similar situation happening on a different Delta flight. In Cross’s situation, the passenger was unresponsive, a seemingly life-threatening situation in which every second counted.

What exactly is it that inspires seemingly normal people to prevent qualified individuals from offering their professional assistance? In life-or-death situations, do we really have time to be prejudiced?

A report by the Washington Post, points to the phenomenon of “implicit bias” as the culprit. “Overt bias certainly exists, but there is also a growing body of scientific literature that’s revealing an even more uncomfortable truth,” according to the article. “Deep-seated unconscious biases help steer our thinking and behavior — even when we don’t realize it.”

One can only hope that by sharing their stories, women like Cross and Denmark can begin to receive the respect that others — particularly older, white men — enjoy without needing to jump through hoops to prove themselves.

Denmark reiterated this hope, telling Yahoo Beauty:

“I share my story to bring awareness that the face of medicine is changing — doctors can be young, female, or come from different ethnic backgrounds. My hope is that Delta takes into account my unfortunate experience and prevents a similar occurrence from happening again. Despite this experience, I have remained focused and will continue to do so, striving to be the best physician, mother, and wife I can be.”

And to those last words, we’re happy to give her more than the benefit of the doubt.

Black Lives Inspirationals – Poetry

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Introduction:

I felt inclined this month of October to commemorate and pay homage to the enduring, persevering and often Christ-filled  race of people called “black” who reside all over the world and have a rich redemptive history in the face of great adversity.

This inclination was not consciously enacted because in the U.K. where I reside October (this month in which I wrote them) is Black History month, however I am glad it coincidences with Black History Month.

I have written four poems, I place under the specific category of writings called   “Black lives inspirationals” one is personal or autobiographical and entitled “The Me I Know” click here to read.

The other three are below:

(I) Blacks

(II) Black is not

(III) He Never Left His Own

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(I) Blacks

Blacks, a people of relevance and durability through centuries
of difficulty. A people stretched in their faith in self, in man and
God befitting a yearly award for the race most malleable,
but not gullible, the race most disrespected but  introspective.

Inspecting within for a speck of light in a world that works to
extinguish the equality flame for reasons that are insane and lame.

Blacks, a race with a civilisation that’s rich in Africa and across
the seas in lands of settlement and captivity.
A  people of my motherland, stolen, beaten, lynched and fed to
alligators across the seas with a brokenness and wounds many
choose not to see, as those of the Messiah who hang on a tree.

Blacks, gifted with a creative flow and it shows as they are
pioneers and birthers among the greats and ministers to their
God who for generations has cradled them in their messianic
battered realms.

I pay homage to blacks, a people with hope and aspirations as
any race, but with more tears and toil to become accepted members
of the human race.
©Deborah E. Nyamekye 10/10/2016

(II)  Black is not.

Black is not slack,
or equal to muck,
nor confined to a life
of lack in a status quo
that’s a dead end track.
Black is not.

©Deborah E. Nyamekye 10/10/2016

(III) He Never Left His Own

A broken form as a dark shadow walks in broad daylight
but sees it as night.
Hardened by traumas of repeated taunts
and lies he is as a black board sprawled with painful words.

Words like daggers embedded in his dejected form hurled
in generations past that scream from ancient gates
“inferior!” “useless!”.

The blood drenched wiper of ordinances against a people
enslaved never left.
He came with vengeance, settling
forever amid tears and chants of the blues in homes as prisons
in a strange land.

By his blood and the power of his might he blots out iniquities,
curses, the power of words that sting.
Every wipe is a swipe at
death, that says “where is your sting?” so that the once dejected
now healed people can sing a new song to Christ the King.
©Deborah E. Nyamekye 9/10/2016

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The Me I Know

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The me I know is called black
that’s okay for it’s but a word,
a description of the colour
that’s my skin.

The me I know is God’s
that’s okay for it is the me reborn,
a state of being that’s in the
here and now and for His
purpose, I so define.

The me I know, knows her worth,
that’s okay for it’s a mindset shift,
a knowing of true self,
enabled by whose I am,
the divine.

The me I know who is His,
has escaped, that’s okay, for
it is time for release from
ancient potholes marked
“unworthy” to embrace the
liberation of the Saviour of
nations.

Soaring with healed wings
away from the snare of the
fowler and refusing a status
defined with distaste by
my external colour.

The me I know lives in the
reality of her Saviour’s
finished work among remnant
saints a family of nations and
tribes of a multicoloured hue,
that’s okay for we are one,
the human race.

©Deborah E. Nyamekye 9/10/2016

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