Ovonramwen Nogbaisi (ruled 1888–1897), also called Overami, was the Ọba (king) of the Kingdom of Benin up until the British punitive expedition of 1897.

The chart below is a wonderful method for small growing spaces,or if you practice succession gardening. Plant something this season 🌱😎

#thefuckery

This 👇🏾

She wasn't ready...Lol 😆.

DANG!!!

That's not disrespect, that's stupidy and self hate...

People only label themselves blessed when money is involved.

It’s deeper than that.

Borrowed

As a child, I lived with my grandmother. My grandmother allowed me to draw on walls. She let me jump on the bed. She let me climb on furniture. I was able to sing really loud in the house. I was able to watch cartoons. There was no restriction on what I could eat in the refrigerator. I didn't grow up in a restrictive household. My grandmother once had 12 people living in her 2 bedroom 1300 sq ft home. Everything was shared. When someone cooked we all ate. Any groceries purchased were available to anyone who walked through the door. The concept of buying food and denying people access to it is incomprehensible to me.

All that I am is a reflection of what I saw. It was my grandmother's greatest pet peeve for people to be "lowdown" and "ugly." It is lowdown if you are able to help someone and refuse to do so. When you can heal something but refuse to do so, that's lowdown. It is lowdown if you know how to bypass a bullshit system, but still want others to struggle through it because you struggled through it. Since I was a child, I have honored my grandmother by refusing to be lowdown and ugly. I do not like some of y'all because you are unabashedly lowdown and ugly. Your "heart ain't right" and that's why folks can't connect to you. It's sad!

I remember when my staff and I
Had a conversation
About
A plantation wedding on
On the news
A white woman is gettin married
Where the slaves have worked the field
And have bloody incidents occurred
Her friend she’s black…she didn’t like the idea….
Cos some of trauma happened on that plantation Triggered her
I can understand…..
This story was a while ago few years before covid….
I can see why this black woman gets upset
And how a friend was disrespectful sayin it’s not a big deal….
I’m aware of slavery was in the past
Though the heartaches and pain that our ancestors
Have suffered, it’s been passed down to our dna…
To our generations, and most cases like these conditions
Some can’t be heal, it stained our bones forever….
I mean black people can heal from historical brokenness
Though there are things we can’t break the cycles into pieces….
It’s the reason why we gotta talk about mental health
Cos we’re absolutely broken as a nation….
At the time the story was confusin
A friendship between the two people
One is upset
One said it’s not a big deal….
First of all
A white woman is havin her wedding
Where the slaves are being mistreated,
Now I thought about it
It looks like she doesn’t give a fuck about
Black people feelings….
Our trauma is their entertainment
Creatin a vow between a couple
Standin on a graveyard of torture, rape, beat, even slaughter
Of black bodies
Layin In the underground….
Like our sufferings are like the life of a
Greatest party….
No wonder
We can’t get over
Cos y’all
Y’all keep remindin us
How painful it was….
Y’all still think we don’t feel any pain
That’s why
Y’all keep repeatin the history of hurt
Over and over
Y’all just upgraded updated
And I can see where this black woman is comin from….
My staff told me we gotta let go of
The past while talkin about this story….
I said okay…
We can let go of the past and move forward
Though
The past still lingers our present….
Still lingers…
It’s more modern….
We’re still sufferin
Still suffocatin
In the hands of
White supremacy
Even if we don’t recognize
And realize
There’s an oppression
Among us….
There are still different kinds of trauma
That can’t be erased….
Like you can’t make Stockholm Syndrome
Disappear from our genes….
Like certain behaviors within families
Are hard to vanish….
And I didn’t tell the staff
We can’t get over it
We can’t heal ourselves
Cos there are too many
Shattered souls are left to be
Unfix….too many hearts have
Their rhythmic beats….
The saddest part as a
Melaninated race
Is that we don’t wanna talk about
Our mental health….
I think it’s part of that condition
Been passin down
We’re a damaged race…
Sorry to say black people
Y’all know it’s true…
It’s why a black woman in the story got so triggered
As for this white woman
I understand this is her wedding
But come on
Does she know the history?
American history?
Do you think she did it on purpose?
Does she care one bit about slavery and the horrors?
Married a man on black backs
And she said nothin wrong with that?
A weddin plantation
It seems like she’s inconsiderate her black friend’s feelings….
But you know this is white privilege…
She never experienced pain that slaves had to endure…
Not trauma not pain nothin
My staff
And I read the article
About it….
I look back and thought it was interestin
Today I saw a TikTok in the YouTube
Of this white woman who visits
Plantations slave owners’ houses
And she was racially romanticized
How beautiful they are, it’s more like
Mockin our pains, she called slave cabins
Tenant houses and black people got uncomfortable….
They told her to stop
But she keeps goin….
The bride and this TikTok Karen
Doesn’t give a fuck about
Our sufferin….
They love to replay our crises
They love to remind us our trauma
It’s why we can’t heal from the horrific events
That our ancestors experienced
Cos a lot of illnesses has been passed down
It’s too difficult to cut ties with the lifelong afflictions…

✊🏿💯 ©️ Kai C. 2-21-23