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What lays in the heart of these beings? Blood running now dull and cold. Boots sign of humanity. How a man is being tied, tortured, beaten and stabbed numerous times by these wild animals in human skin. At first thought "are these real?". Black men selling their brothers into slavery. You could see them all battered up. Bloody venomous, all for the sake of a couple of dollars. Subjugation beyond free will. These victims are set at auctions like animals, servants, cattle for farm work, sex toys for pleasure, heavy bags for training. They become anything in the eyes of the buyers. But they are human, they feel like you and me. They're our brothers, they aimed for greener pastures but now victims of slavery. Say no to slavery Say no violence Say no to inhumanity Say no to slavery in Libya.

Our paths are different we were never meant to walk on same road, our roads just met at some point and it separates at some point also. It could meet again but our visions are distinct so it's meant to separate. We were born for different purposes, mine I can see ahead. Yours, you're on the run for. We're going to get there. So they're some statements not worth explaining, they're some 'no(s)' that should end there. Because, actions speak louder than words. So people read actions better. So you should take it like that with no remorse regardless of the intent. They weren't there from the start, they never understood shit you went through. And probably you don't understand theirs too. So we cherish the tiles walked through as our life paths collide and let no apologies hinder our 'byes' as we wave at each other at separating paths.

After numerous strings of buzzing sounds. I finally picked up that damn fone. Oh gosh, if I hadn't spent 55k in the purchase of my dream phone this htc one m9, the hardened ground floor would have embrassed it to its destruction after its flung from the 2nd floor. But I had to hold the frog tight and speak calmly. "I can't confirm you madam," I said. "I ain't interested no more," I spoke in slangs. Back to sender, I rejected it. Back to your husband. "Madam is just 100k you paid ", "don't just send your husband call Obama". I am tired of that site and I can't waste my precious MB just for you. Before more causes could flow I ended the call. "Hahahah, that woman no go kill me ohh". My phone vibrates again, what is it now. I put off the phone and let it lay on the bed. A fews hours later which I had moisturized my 14inch mattrass with sweat from my nap. I scroll throw my phone, hoping to reply my chat from Angela my

I won't let go, I want to be there. I'll be your fairy, guardian angel, life line, fender, crony, your love chattel, your confidant and your buddy. I'll always be there. So don't count me out cos I'll hold you tight. When it's raining, I'll be there. When it's hot, I'll be there. When you're cold I'll hold you close. When you're in tears, I'll be there to those tears away and keep you pretty. When you need someone, you can always count on me.

My career as a war correspondent was on its spring but my life seeming closer to its ultimate end. Like I kept on discovering what I signed up for. But in the middle of a full-blown war, there’s no turning back. It was the 9th of July, after series of gruesome battles consisting of heavy artilleries like I’ve never seen before. The red coats finally drove those yellow monsters out of these bordering communities, it was a quick retreat. My heart could finally rest just a while before another moribund experience. But what these monsters left was ruin of humanity. Upon reclaiming our lost grounds, we met the remains of a collision of helpless civilians with wild animals. They tortured civilians in many villagers, nailed lots on barn doors. In a farmland, just further down the road stood a cart to which 3 naked women were nailed through their hands like a crucifix. I almost threw up, but beyond we found a total of 67 women and an old man murdered in such bestial manner. Exceptions were

Investing in the emotional well being of our boys and young men may be the silver bullet for a healthier society. Make no mistake, emotional unresolved pain with ineffective coping strategies is at the root of misogyny, violence, rape, domestic abuse, depression, hate crimes, suicide, substance abuse and more. - boys are 2x as likely to be victims of physical abuse - boys are 4x as likely to commit suicide - emotionally disturbed boys outnumber girls by 4 to 1 By age 9, most boys have learned to repress all primary feelings except anger. Thus "rage becomes the principle conduit for repressed pain, fear, sadness and grief." The bottom line from my perspective is how do we as a society do a better job of bringing a sense of purpose, meaning, belonging and a way of offloading emotions, including stress and anger, in ways that are adaptive and not harmful. I believe it is a modern day imperative. Copied from Lucy Caldwell Click Here to Watch the Video