My boys are Gangsters and my girls are Prostitutes and Sluts.
Lets say I’m a Sudanese girl living in the west. Lets say that my family is dysfunctional, all the Sudanese boys in my neighbourhood are gangsters and my girls are prostitutes and sluts.
By the way, the word slut is an Anglo-Saxon word for slow… comes from the word slothe.
..and further by the way, Anglo-Saxons were barbarian tribesman and petty farmers before they got the technology from the collapsing Roman Empire - to build their own Empire.
O.K and lets say a nice Anglo-Saxon guy has proposed marriage to me offering to lift me from a life of misery and poverty…
..and then I cry and I refuse to marry him and I wail,
“I don’t want to marry for money, just because I wont marry any of my men, these gorgeous Sudanese men of my love and desire because they will imprison me with misery and fear! Oh oh” I cry,
“To resist being with the man I desire, that is not what God meant when we were taught to be aware of temptation. God instructs us to resist the temptation of falling into a state of hopelessness where chaos reigns, misery’s domain the state of destruction, threat, fear and danger for that is where death resides…..” and then I say,
"Should I marry a man I do not desire, a man I cannot make sense of, a man who is strange and frightens me because of this, then all the wealth he promises to bestow upon me, this is the temptation I must resist for with out desire, without hope my spirit dies and all i can do is reign misery's domain!"
And should this fine young Anglo-Saxon man then point out to the misery and hopelessness, the chaos, the danger, fear and misery that consume my people I would then cry out,
“Well then it is for me to hold the light to show my people there is a way beyond the hell they know, that I love them so and I so desire to rejoice among them as we stand the shores of certainty looking upon the sea of humanity’s great depression, the destruction of our soul, to live.”
And lets say I wasn’t actually a Sudanese girl from Africa, that I was a Celtic woman from northern Europe.
By the way, the word slut is an Anglo-Saxon word for slow… comes from the word slothe.
..and further by the way, Anglo-Saxons were barbarian tribesman and petty farmers before they got the technology from the collapsing Roman Empire - to build their own Empire.
O.K and lets say a nice Anglo-Saxon guy has proposed marriage to me offering to lift me from a life of misery and poverty…
..and then I cry and I refuse to marry him and I wail,
“I don’t want to marry for money, just because I wont marry any of my men, these gorgeous Sudanese men of my love and desire because they will imprison me with misery and fear! Oh oh” I cry,
“To resist being with the man I desire, that is not what God meant when we were taught to be aware of temptation. God instructs us to resist the temptation of falling into a state of hopelessness where chaos reigns, misery’s domain the state of destruction, threat, fear and danger for that is where death resides…..” and then I say,
"Should I marry a man I do not desire, a man I cannot make sense of, a man who is strange and frightens me because of this, then all the wealth he promises to bestow upon me, this is the temptation I must resist for with out desire, without hope my spirit dies and all i can do is reign misery's domain!"
And should this fine young Anglo-Saxon man then point out to the misery and hopelessness, the chaos, the danger, fear and misery that consume my people I would then cry out,
“Well then it is for me to hold the light to show my people there is a way beyond the hell they know, that I love them so and I so desire to rejoice among them as we stand the shores of certainty looking upon the sea of humanity’s great depression, the destruction of our soul, to live.”
And lets say I wasn’t actually a Sudanese girl from Africa, that I was a Celtic woman from northern Europe.