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*~Grazie Mizuno and Ghnadra~*
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Philosopher wanna-be, tea drinking, free child of God, born of Nigeria, raised in The States with a restless heart willing to fly. Give me a moment along with an intriguing verse and I shall bare my soul. Do not hold back, for neither shall I...
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A story. . .
Hundreds of people village were killed by the French and Hutu, because they were Tutsi. Some of their bodies were buried in Mass graves, and in order for the stench of rotting corps to not reign through the air, the French had lime juice poured all over the top layer.
Then, a volleyball net was placed right over the mass grave and they all had their fun and what not. Years later, the graves were dug back up and many were astonished to find that the bodies were preserved by the lime juice, skin and bone intact. The most amazing part was that the bodies were pure white. White, the colour that would have saved their lives from horrible deaths by people of the white colour [ several French troops] and by their own neighbours [the Hutu]. The colour that could have stopped men from chopping them with machetes and shot down by guns. . . .
In this life, the worst things to give a person are pride, entitlement, power, and weapons, for the sake of money.
The worst thing to do to a person is to not protect them and the turn thine eyes away from the terrible terror that reigns and destroys their lives. . . The story of the Tutsi genocide is only 11 years old, not 110, but 11 years old. . . Genocide is still not a thing of the past, and the past is yesterday and beyond, not several hundred years ago.
Most importantly, Do Not Ever believe that there is nothing you can do to stop terrbile deaths. If one voice can change the present emotions of one or many humans, then one voice can save a life and even Lives.
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