Are we really Humans?


Are we? It seems not! Not as long as we see girls and women as objects or property to be used at will.

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Are we really Humans?

This question crossed my mind many times. Are we really Humans?

No we are not.

The people who go with the title of this blog would think I have gone mad but I am sure that we are not humans.

We are stepping into 2015 and witnessing a technological miracle in our daily life. We talk about liberty of thoughts, culture, sex orientation, and lifestyle and so on. Our era has proven to be the best civilization but I think we all are living in an illusion. We have not civilized yet, we are still living in barbarian society where individuals are considered a mere commodity.

Now you would opinionated me a gal who is too feminist and find it a boring speech about equality and empowerment.

I know this is a common concern but why I choose this day 16th December for this blog…

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Do the gods Shed No Tears?


Woman Warriors Rebellion Roar!!!

When the Village is under attack, the Warriors stand ready to defend the people. Every Primordial Goddess and Queens of the Seven continents sound the War Cry!  Nzingha, Judith, Deborah, Hatshepsut, Kali, Ishtar, Sojourner Truth, Harriet Tubman, Bodaceia, shall all arise from Earth Mother Gaia, take up the Sword as well as the Spear to reclaim the Land and set Justice for Her Peoples!! For Justice has removed her blindfold and joined the avenging Army.

Candace of Meroë
Candace of Meroë

Vassals, slaves, sharecroppers. One bondage seems to begat another.  Tilling land for another. Giving away hard wrought crops. Women-wives given as chattel, cooks and sex slaves in despair and fear of displeasing a drunken sadistic male calling himself a husband but far from the definition. From one man’s hand to another. Pay Tribute to the Patroon! Bow down! Grovel! Hat in Hand! Are you really To the Manor Born?

Women a bride price. A Dowry given. Property exchanged. Skeletal hands beckon to a sideshow horrors. We who raise children and create nations are relegated to shame, guilt and fear. Oh my girlchild you were born a target, an object of scorn second in place to all your younger brothers behind you. Your redemption lies in a fruitful womb.  Your worth as a source of male heirs to the Throne.   For the barren lie desolate consigned to the wasteland beyond the city gates.

Candace of Meroë
Candace of Meroë

Legion Queen  Candace, Fallen Leaf, Running Eagle, Buffalo Calf Road Woman, Mulan, Tashenamani, Tomoe Gozen, Boudica, Hangaku Gozen, Yaa Asantewaa, Amina Sukhera, Oya, Yennenga, and Zenobia ride in on Red Dappled Mares and Winged Unicorn Pegasus gathering up the fallen, carrying them to safe harbor.

Rise up and be spoken! Rise Up and be Heard!  No more shall we remain Silent. Victorious we march taking back our Queenship bestowing grace, power, authority and pleasures evermore to our female Womb Jewels. Treasures and treasured from now on.

Woman War

The Minstrel Show has Ended!


The Minstrel Show has ended!

I Got Something to Say!
I Got Something to Say!

These L train photos are perfect for my next blog on Fork-tongued, Two-Faced Liberals who spew their supposed distaste and distrust of Republicans, red states and the Tea Party but who had no trouble mocking the anguish, hurt, tears and disbelief of thousands of Black, Brown, Asian and white New Yorkers over the unjust  Eric Garner and Ferguson verdicts. I guess what sent me over the edge were the heartless comments on a Facebook  photo page of a young African-American woman dred-loc wearing protester at one of the New York City marches. Racist bigoted remarks on her hair, the fact that she had a sticker over her mouth that said “I Can’t Breathe” and the sick comments about that.  There was a similar reaction last year in many of the Occupy FB pages where supposed liberals, “The Enlightened Ones” trivialized the death of Trayvon Martin and his killer Zimmerman getting away with murder.  The same people who talk about how you voted for Obama, GMOs, Fracking and Animal rights don’t seem to think Black people have the same right to live or protest organized genocide as a whale, horse, dog or cat!!  Free the Horses from the carriages but shoot the Negroes!  Give me a Break!! Can you say hypocrite?!!  Liberals your game is weak. The mask you wear is really a white sheet with Nazi symbols. All you are is the other side of the Tea Party — Family Values coin!

The Minstrel Show is over. Step and Fetch it is No More!

Don't Be a Dick!
Don’t Be a Dick!

Romantic Lies and Deceptions


 

We are in Love with the idea of Love but Reality is oh so different. Romance is a broken down heap in an unused garage with a drunken clipped wing Cupid splayed out beside it swilling in his own vomit.  The illusions of Cupid were shot down by his own arrows.  Arrows tipped with poison that turn healthy beating hearts into gangrenous rotting putrid shells. Love is anxiety, disappointment, hurt, pain and stress coupled with fear.  Vitreous Spears of viperous snakes slithering from brain to core corrupting of part of human life.

Last night I spied Venus and Mars exiting the House of the Rising Sun on their way to the local dive bar. Yup Love and War. Two sides of the same coin.

Cupid and his mother Venus are thinking of getting their own Reality show called Life’s Broken Dreams. Broken Dreams lead to Broken Hearts. Walk in the Light of Truth and kick both Cupid and Venus to the curb!  The Steel Iron Armor has sealed my Amore and the key has been thrown in the River Styx.

Cupid shot by his own Arrow.
Cupid shot by his own Arrow.

Queens Look into the past and See the Future


Queen Tiye
Queen Tiye

She is me and I am she. My African and Native American Ancestors and I are one. We are One in the Beloved through time, space and eternity. I am the present conduit through which they speak.

I am the Holy Beloved Blessed Scribe commissioned to tell their tales. I am Queen Tiye daughter of Yuya and Tjuyu, Great Royal Wife of the Egyptian pharaoh Amenhotep III, Mother of Akhenaten and Grandmother of Tutankhamun.  I am Hatsheput and Nzingha.  Nubia and North America are my birthplaces.   Ancient Sabaeans and Modern Yemenis are my descendants.  Know that Ethiopia the New Jerusalem shall Rise Again!  Temples and Churches carved into mountainsides will never fall.

We are the Lost Tribes of Israel and Africa. My lineage stretches across the destinies of continents.