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The Buffalo Loves
It was right after the Civil War ended, we were commissioned to the West. I never been to the West being the son of a slave. I had never been exploring the country. I never had the money or the freedom. But I needed the job, I needed the challenge. Too many things happened in this country. Too many injustices and now it is time for my people to see the world. For my people to become something that they never were able to become. I did not agree with the cause but I wanted the adventure. My dear father died during the slavery years and my mother I did not know much. I had nothing left down South. I did not want to reminded of the pain and the terrible past. I was fully ready for an adventure. And I did not want to look back as a person, as a citizen and as a freeman. My eyes were set on the West. And I had a captain who understood my hopes and dreams. I had a captain James who understand my bout with life. A captain who would risked anything for us to get the justice we so desire.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Back in Burroburg
It was way after slavery. It was somewhat peaceful. Momma said People were prospering like never before. People were doing things, inventing stuff that could change a million lives. I always looked to Momma because she was the smartest woman I've known. She would treat me like a treasure. I guess because I was her only child from the man who loved her so much. Momma said she believed father died from the war. All she knew was one day that she got a letter from the military when she was pregnant with me. The officers said their condolences and bow their head handing the letter and Papa's last check from the military. I grew up in Burroburg. Burroburg is my home as long as I can remember. It is a cross between a city and the country. My family was all I knew when I was growing up. As my cousins went away, and created their lives. I was hopelessly in love with Burroburg. I would go on walks with Momma throughout the nighttime. We would talk about growing up. Momma would reassure me that she loves me and I would tell Momma that I love her. As time went by other people were moving into Burroburg and as a long time resident of Burroburg I wanted to know. The community was thriving and upcoming. We have many businesses. We were building many houses. Every year most of the men would fix the roads. Then it was that year starting to become a woman and wanting new friends. I prayed to God that I would met someone who would inspire me to do something great. And a few days I met Haddie, she was lively and she was bursting with new energy. I don't think I ever seen someone in town who had as much energy as Haddie. "Pollie when are you gonna stop reading and start playing," said Haddie. I tried to tell her Momma wants me to do something great and be something better than her and Papa. I even offered to read the story to her. She listen and wanted to know where I got the book from. I told her it is from school. She walked me to school and I walked her school. Her school times were different and the weather did not help much. After some time, Haddie wanted to see my school so I asked Momma. Momma looked distressed she said " I don't know child. People aren't that open. And your relationship with Haddie is conditional Pollie. You can hang around her as long as you get your schooling okay." I signaled Yes obediently to Momma. Haddie was dying to meet my school and so I invited her to a community gathering. Most people ignored Haddie. Some said Hi and wave. I was embarrassed because they did not act that way when I was around them. They were lively and homely and welcoming. So after several hours, I told and motion for Haddie that it is time to leave. Haddie was still having fun and I was shocked by people's reaction. Haddie and I walked home. I said "You know Haddie they were putting on a show. They were doing that because you were White." Haddie ignored and kept smiling. And Pollie said, "Haddie, its your friend Pollie. And I had to tell you the truth. Momma said if I don't continue doing what's right and my schooling. Then we can't play together anymore." Haddie said "I know my mother and father said the same thing." "Hey we are of age you're 16 and I am 18. We haven't had our first kiss," said Haddie. Pollie uncomfortably said "Momma told me to wait till marriage." "Well maybe tonight is the night. See that young fella throwing rocks at the tree. He's cute," said Haddie. Haddie leave Pollie and begin to approach the young man. Haddie said "Ever kissed a woman like me fella." And the young man signal no. Haddie suggestively kiss and hug the young man. And Pollie in emotions begged Haddie to hurry up and she dragged her slightly . And Haddie signaled it wasn't over between her and the young man. Haddie said "Why did you do that?" Pollie explained "Haddie you just moved here. But people are racists. You kissing that young Black man could get him lynched. Are you crazy? If Momma hears about this then you can forget our friendship." "Well you think I am White. I'm Jewish Pollie. They act funny with me too. I'm tired of the looks. I'm tired of the acts. Why are people so racists?" said Haddie. And Pollie unable to explain walk away and they both go home crying. Haddie haven't heard from Pollie in a while, both are thinking about their friendship and the joys and ups and the downs. After several weeks of being apart, Pollie send Haddie a simple letter. And they met by the pond "I'm sorry Pollie. It will never happen again. it is not your fault or mines." said Haddie. "I am frustrated too. You are not my foe. You are not my enemy. You are my sister, my Jewish sister. And I will not never treat you like a token," said Pollie. And the two hugged and promised to secretly fight for eachother and look out for each other no matter what.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Chatbots May ‘Hallucinate’ More Often Than Many Realize
When OpenAI's ChatGPT chatbot was introduced, it impressed millions with its humanlike responses and ability to discuss various topics. However, it became apparent that this chatbot often fabricates information.
By Mushfiqur Ahmed 2 years ago in Writers
Our 10 Best Recipes of 2023
1.Chicken cutlet with sundried tomato cream sauce Chicken cutlet with dried tomato cream sauce Although chicken cutlets can be chicken breasts cut in half, this recipe shows how to make chicken cutlets with twice the deliciousness. A jar of sun-dried tomatoes goes double for this healthy dinner idea. The flavored oil packed in them is used to stir-fry chicken and the tomatoes are used to make a creamy sauce.
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THIS IS ABOUT OBUDU CATLE RANCH NIGERIA
Six clans, Bette, Obanlikwu, Bendi, Utuwang, Ukpe-Alege, and Utanga-Becheve, are found in the Obudu geo-cultural area. These clans have all prospered as distinct communities with a strong kinship culture. The Obudu people's origins are unknown, although it's possible that they moved from someplace in the east to where they are currently around the 18th century. The most well-known migration legend, the Ulanga Legend, identifies Ulanga, a high summit in the modern-day Utanga-Becheve clan settlement of Amandakureke, as a secondary or possibly tertiary dispersal center.
By AZAGIRO UCHENNA 2 years ago in Writers
The Beloved Princess
I remember a little bit about my mother and father. I knew they were in loved. I knew they were close at one time. I knew they were best friends. But I never understood why they parted. I never knew why they separated. My grandmother who raised me said they had loved but as much as they had loved, they had disagreements She believed that my father's family wanted him to marry someone else. And my mother felt isolated and unwanted so she ranaway with me. I longed for my father maybe sometimes even more. My father has always been in my heart but I could not express it. My mother left me when I was twelve and she told me everything she could about my father. She said he was some king in a faraway country. She said many things about how powerful and prestigious he was. And that she wrote him letters about me and she received no response. Now that I am about to marry, where a father supposed to wish his daughter well. I don't know where to turn. I don't even know he would notice me. He probably doesn't care. Maybe father moved on and started a new family. However grandma told me to write him as she gave me his address.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
True Redemption
I remember my father the way he was before what he is now. We used to go on walks and rides throughout the country. We used to bike and see the world. My father was loving, hardworking and honest. My father was caring, good nature and decent. He used to tell me wise stories about life and read to me about what a real man is. He used to have hope for me. Things aren't what they used to be. I'm Kc and my father is President Billy Cleveland. My father was a minister turned politician. He loved people and leading them to the right way. He loved church but he had an urge for justice. He wanted things to get better. Sometimes I think the injustice turned into an ambition because he was determined. But I missed the father who showed his love in practical ways and now that he became President of the United States, things have for certain changed. My mother noticed. Her name was Glo Cleveland. She went from first lady of a church all the way up to First Lady of the United States. My mother for certain noticed the changes in my father but she just dismissed it as job stress. We used to gather at a peaceful dinner but now its just my mother and I.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
