KUNTA-KINTE

A young-man in mandinka village of juffure in the Gambia was one day searching for wood to make drum for his younger brother, when some men started chasing him, surrounded him and took him captive. Kunta awoke to find himself blindfolded, gagged, bound and a prisoner of the white man.
Kunta was sold to a Virginia plantation owner in spot Sylvania County who renamed him toby. He rejected the name imposed on him by his master and refused to speak to others.
After being recaptured during the last of his four escape attempts, the slave catchers gave him a choice; he would be castrated or have his right fool cut-off. He choose the latter, and the men cut-off the front-half of his right-foot. As the years passes, Kunta resigned himself to his fate.
Kunta married a fellow slave-girl and they had a daughter called Kizzy (Keisa in Mandinka). When Kizzy was in her late teen years, she was sold away.
Kizzy later discovers that her mother was sold off to another plantation and that her father died of a broken heart. Two year later, she finds his grave, where she crossed out his slave name “Toby” from the tombstone and wrote his original African name “KUNTA KINTE”.
A lot of people are unaware that the transatlantic slavery started as early as the 14000s and legally ended in 1865 in the U.S. That is over 400 years of social engineering, brainwashing, and terror that blacks love endured.
The African holocaust was one of the greatest Atrocity ever committed in the history of the world. Don’t ever let anyone convince you to forget that.
The white slave masters, were really cruel and heartless. But sadly the black man bought the chains. He was the officiating minister that ordained the black man a slave.
He bought the chains because the universe is a market place that trades energy for matter and vice-versa in a conserved causality system.
The black-man has over the years built a lot of pathologic conformations and some really sick cultural structures. – most of which did little but spread hate, anger, pain, jealousy, worry, strife, corruption, oppression and all sorts of evil currency among each other that are all hostile and loathing.
Fundamentally, of a truth, hate and every form of action that serves as a form of oppression gets deep, it will bear fruits. The shackles of slavery becomes a dark-gift that introduces the man to himself and rouses his quest for freedom. This quest made him to re-adjust and life; time and chance balanced out to release him from the physical shackles of slavery.
He therefore, needs to readjust some more by dissolving more hostile pathologic conformations and frame of mind some more and go for further quest that will release her from the mental, economic and scientific uncivilization shackles still holding her hostage.
When I say the black man historically sold his brother to the white man, they thought me a coon. We can all see that happening in Libya in the 21st century.
Nobody can give you freedom on the outside. Only you can take it up yourself from the inside.
We really need to wake up mehn..