This metal mask was used during slavery for 3 main reasons...
1) To prevent the slaves from eating fruits such as apples, pineapples, oranges, cashews, bananas, plantains and sugarcanes etc while harvesting them, yet they were made to work consistently in all the plantation farms.
2) To stop the slaves from chanting our African spiritual songs. Not only that those our spiritual and war songs affected the slave masters, it also motivated some slaves to rebel and fight back not minding losing their lives.
3) To stop slaves form teaching our African local dialects (languages) to their children…whereby destroyed our dialects and forced them to learn foreign languages.
4) Last but not the least, to starve slaves as a punishment in the slave camps. The mask prevented them from eating or drinking.
Sometimes the slave masters would force an apple (a whole) into the mouths of slaves before they wore the metal mask on them with the padlocks so that they couldn't talk.
I won’t contempt you
I won’t contempt you
Your body and soul…
I won’t contempt your love,
All the things you lay out for me
I keep…I keep in these filled journals
Of my heart…it’s where I feel you near me
It’s where I hold you close to my bone
Why would I leave you?
You don’t belong in the dark…
You belong to me in the twilight….
How could I contempt you?
If my heartstrings pull you along?
Have you follow my shadow in the pathway?
I put my soul in your hands….
So you remember me forever
So you could chase me miles and miles
Every lifetime…you know our love is still
Brand new, always fresh….
Cos I won’t contempt you…
I will never do….
Real love shouldn’t be vile…
If two people who are genuinely kind
To each other,
It’s no reason to contempt in the first place…. 🍭🫶🏾🐻❣️♾️♥️©️ Kai C. 9-10-24
A testament of you
A testament of you
Has written upon my soul…
Its say your name over and over
I hear it…loud and so clear
Like a dream
I see your face
Everywhere around me
And somehow
My intuition talks about
You all the time…the romance
I seek, the deep connection I
Long for, it’s right here under
My nose…
You’re in my bones, swimmin
Through my vessel…you’re
Makin love to me but not quite…
This is a testament of you,
Though I haven’t met a debonair person
In real life…only in my imagination…
Yet you seem real to me…
You dream man…such a wild man
Who brings me pink flowers….
And writes erotic poetry to drop my
My undies…my heartbeat has your
Name on it…a sound…a familiar music…
You must be a love’s inner voice or
A guardian angel who comes time to time…
You’re so rare…the rareness captives me
Is it the butterflies of forever?
Oh anythin is possible…
You’re possible…
It’s why I witnessed a testament of you
In my illusions…In my sweet, sweet illusions…
🍭🐻🫶🏾❣️♥️♾️©️ Kai C. 9-10-24
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