Estella Writes

Summary

This context is a poignant and metaphorical narrative about the exploitation and suffering of Africa and its people by various foreign powers, comparing it to the rape and pillaging of a mother.

Abstract

The narrative is a heart-wrenching metaphorical portrayal of the suffering of Africa, personified as a mother, at the hands of various foreign powers, including Europe, Arabia, and China. The mother, Africa, is described as being violated and plundered by these powers, who take advantage of her beauty and resources, leaving her children, the African people, orphaned and vulnerable. The narrative emphasizes the physical and cultural violence inflicted on Africa and its people, including the theft of its resources, the imposition of foreign religions, and the denigration of its culture. The author also criticizes the way in which Africa's suffering is often blamed on its own people and culture, rather than the actions of foreign powers. The narrative ends with a plea for the world to recognize and address the injustices inflicted on Africa and its people.

Bullet points

The narrative is a metaphorical portrayal of the suffering of Africa, personified as a mother, at the hands of various foreign powers.
The mother, Africa, is described as being violated and plundered by these powers, who take advantage of her beauty and resources.
The author emphasizes the physical and cultural violence inflicted on Africa and its people, including the theft of its resources, the imposition of foreign religions, and the denigration of its culture.
The author criticizes the way in which Africa's suffering is often blamed on its own people and culture, rather than the actions of foreign powers.
The narrative ends with a plea for the world to recognize and address the injustices inflicted on Africa and its people.

Anti-Blackness is unfortunately global.

Trigger Warning: Sexual and Physical Violence

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They gather around, they take turns, all at once, filling every orifice that they can, defiling the glory of our mother, our momma, Africa

We watch from the shadows of the night, unsure how to stop the violations. Powerless to stop the pains the evil men cause as they siphon the essence of lifeforce from her.

Europe, Arabia and China too, all lust after her beauty under the guise of noble suitors striving for her love. They crave the warmth of her arms and the lusciousness of her body. They fill her womb with their seed to conquer her by their scions, you see.

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Oh Momma Africa, our souls weeps for you. Oh Momma Africa, we pray to be strong enough to protect you.

They fight over who will obtain the finery of her accouterments, the gems that adorns her crown, and lingerie that covers the bareness of her soul.

They carry off her regalia as spoils to their missus, the vicious ones puff out their chest and weave together the fables that they should be honored, for their heroic feats.

We know the truth for we watched while they broke momma body and took everything that she was. We know the truth and we can never forget what they have done.

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The violation of her body is never enough, they come back and plunder until there is nothing left.

The disdainful words they utter her way, christening her a whore, a slut, an enchantress, she asked for it, they say.

As she lay there unconscious so close to death, her rapists turns their anticipatory glares on children that momma has left.

Oh Momma Africa, our souls weep for you. Oh Momma Africa, we are sorry we couldn’t protect you .

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As they study momma’s children, they release such malicious sighs. To be sure, they have heinous plans for those with innocent eyes

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The revulsion on their face as they look upon the orphaned children this day. As a result of depraved deeds these “suitors” committed against momma in such a disgusting way

The unspeakable crimes against the children the hideous ones commit to this very day. Raping of our bodies was the lesser evils of the plans. Retribution is all they could think, for we are the ones who bear witness to the atrocities and agony they leave in their wake.

We weep, as siblings succombe one by one to the indoctrination, the cross of our resistance is too much for them to bear, the weight of our deliverance crushing the lifeforce out of their determination to live free and fair.

“What is this weight that you bear? The savage ones scoffs, as they weave another set of lies, we bring you the true religion in the form of Allah, Confucius & God, we educated you, and conferred to you the civilized ways.”

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“We bring you true wealth you see, in the form of technology, guns and cars, you should be grateful to us, you boorish brats.”

“We show you how to live in luxury in such a primitive land.”

We have gadgets, trinkets, and baubles that the oppressive ones have create. All of this opulence, they stole from the flesh of momma’s body which they desecrated.

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But, we know the truth for we watched while they broke our kins’ bodies and took everything that they were. We know the truth and we can never forget what they have done.

Oh Momma Africa, our souls weeps for you. Oh Momma Africa, we are sorry we couldn’t protect your kinfolk too.

They claim that if we just shut-up and do as they say, all will be better, oh, and get rid of those heathen ways.

The wicked ones tells us to just wait and see, our reward is coming from heaven up above, while they pilfer the birthright we were given, away from us with weapons of peace and aid.

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They tell us this misery and hell that we bear, we brought upon ourselves with our sinful ways. The “saviors”, yes, thats what they are, the saviors tell us we need this aid not fair-trade. And with this aid, we will be free one day.

Brother, Sister, is what they are telling us; this true? Is this debasement our fault, is it our sin that keeps us desolate too? We are lost, we are hungry, will the torment never end?

But, we forgot the the truth of the oppressor that day, we wear the shame, we wear the pain, as history was remade.

Oh, um, hey girl, we sorry for that shit you went through. We can try to get some aid for you.

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