Nearly Comatose

[Ifayomi]

So sad i don't even know what to sad. I don't even know how to explain. let me start by saying we are or have been (really still are) myself included. Some screwed up people. (trying not to use the other words) We seem t be stuck in a time warp or something. We try to be spiritual which is great and holds the answer to our freedom, But we get stuck in a defense mode. Must ahve been planned. We don't know who were are what to call ourselves. We really got the royal (ok gotta say it no other way) mind ****. Who are we. We call ourselves Afriacn , We call ourselves Black We call ourselves African Americans we call ourselves Americans what are we. A people who have been bastardized that's what we are. If there is a crime against humanity there it is. Take away a persons identification and they wander. We really need help. I am certain of myself that one day I will no longer be confused. As Ifa will give me the truth of who I am. We are caught up whether we want to be or not in race. Not that race is all that matters or one should not put down the other, this I know, that is not right no matter who we are, but finding where to be where to stand, when we are onslaughted constantly, we have grown weary we have been battered against so many walls we don't know what to think anymore. I just read in a post someone say there is more than black and white. I agree, but this sh** keeps kicking us not in the ***, but in the teeth, in the eyes, kicking us in the head until we are in a coma. Where is our refuge. where is our sense, we are bastards to some degree on this earth, however we also know it was part of our destiny. If I can borrow from one who said now we see thru a glass darkly but one day will know even as we are known. Looking for a day like that. I cry out to Ifa and my Anscestors, Rescue me from the nightmare of being lost.

And thin again maybe I should remember that aiye is a marketplace Orun is home. Sometimes that gets lost in the shuffle



Peace

Osunkoya-Ifayomi