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Published May 4, 2017 by the vulture

Morning Bro,

My name is RWANDA..Your small bro…This letter is a bit long…anyway, how are You? Hope you are good…Just like Me. Bro, It’s long since we talked but this letter is urgent ! You have to do what I say!

Bro, in April 1994, the worst happened to Me. After the death of My President, Juvenal Habyarimana, who was a TUTSI, my people went totally crazy!

You see, The TUTSI and HUTU were the major tribes that I had…Now, the HUTU were smaller than the TUTSI and the TUTSI had held on to power for so long! And in April, madness began!

After a fierce campaign propaganda by the angry HUTUs, who wanted power too, I watched as the HUTU bought 581,000 machetes (pangas) from China.

I sadly watched as the HUTU also bought rocket launchers, mortar bombs, grenades and ammunition worth £18M from Egypt.

My heart was beating. My soul was scared. I watched, with sadness and fear, the media spreading false propaganda, lies and innuendo to the public!

I even watched the CHURCH preaching hatred, ethnicity and war.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. The stage was set for War. My children were getting prepared for the worst! Hate Leaflets were being spread. The HUTU were getting armed. The TUTSI were getting scared.

Bro, one sad morning, IT HAPPENED!

I heard children screaming! I saw women crying! I heard men wailing! MY HEART ALMOST STOPPED!

Bro, within 100 days, My children turned into animals! They butchered each other! Slaughtered each other! Ambushed each other!

I watched as 1,000 TUTSI children were burnt alive in a Polish Catholic Church!

I watched as 2,500 TUTSI men were bombed to death while hiding in a tiny, crowded Church!

I watched sadly as around 250,000 girls were mercilessly raped and beaten to death!

I watched as 400,000 TUTSI men lost their manhood after it was cut in public by the HUTU!

I watched as 2,000 women were thrown into a pit of fire like dead houseflies!

I watched endless rivers of blood flow. 

I love you so much with all this competition for a better world. 

I beg you… Please… Meditate on this. 

I sign out


Hello Humanity  !?

Published May 3, 2017 by the vulture

Hello, have you lost your human values?

Were they shoved down there on your socks

To rot as smelly forgotten refuse

Like fossil in those decayed moss-covered rocks?

Have you so lost the way, your eyes became myopic?

That wrong seems right and black is white

Sways of soul confusion that’s rather tragic

Your views are sickly warped, it’s just not right!

Hello, where would you attempt to grasp some balance

When those that seek your demise, you love instead

Would you give them your savings if you had the chance

Believe in pious lies from a cause chops heads?

Hello, was your mind somehow erased or just deleted

That in zombie-like trance you now profess what’s gross

And mouth platitudes beyond all logic, so demented-

That it’s a pity to conclude you had memory loss.

We Lost The War

Published May 2, 2017 by the vulture

Humanity,  used to exist. Yeah, there was that time when we all longed to stay for so long. Longer than the gods of life. My grandpa is in tears. We are whitewashed, brains purely drowned. Emptiness is what he sees. The world he lived in is different. Man has lost humanity. We lost the battle of humanity to materialism. Then, hearts were so big. Accomodating all the needs and demands. Today, we are living for money. I get today and am done. I will sacrifice my next door neighbor to hit the quan. I will ignore my past looking at a present so full of money. We are living on one side of the coin. We no longer toss it to see both sides. We read the first page of the magazine and not the magazine itself. Yes, that is what we do. So shallow in our thinking and acting. Why?  We no longer flip the coin. Poverty is striking us everyday. The rich are getting richer every passing day. Them, politicians, are instigating wars with their words. But we are blind to all this. We don’t see the larger scope. We see only the arc that is exposed in our radii. Men! We are lost. Accept it. We are gone. Far beyond humanity. Far beyond animosity. We are actually beasts. Incarnate. No past no future and a void present worth forgetting. We have lost the war of remaining human. Long ago. Maybe if you get this, you will check on your neighbor. Say a word and you will feel the beauty of being human again. It’s so sweet being human. But we are living on the bitter side of it all. 


Published June 2, 2016 by the vulture

How you convince someone that your leadership is worth their life, i do not know. Maybe there is a deep secret in the dark chambers of your heart that has an answer to this. Maybe you were once a witch living only in the dark shadows of life underworld. Maybe you have some spiritual insights arising from th dead ancestors. I am worth my balls let your life make a walk. I can struggle you off the blood in your veins for an invasion. Life can never be the same again.I live for that day when self and fish will be different. When  the fish will not invade yourself but be shared by all in harmony. When the only thing defined by color will be the red wine. We all will be clear and sweet like champagne for the victors. My dreams will be valid if when you come across this , you will change your perspective and nod in silence with no frowns accorded. ADIOS


Desire, luxury and consuming our identity — tribalinsight

Published May 17, 2016 by the vulture

Recent news that consumers in Adelaide are willing to pay $400 for a taste of Wagyu steak sounds ridiculous, but in reality, wanting something that others in your particular group can’t have is part of being human. Do you own a $6000 toaster? A Weber barbecue? Or a Dyson vacuum cleaner? Maybe a Francis Francis […]

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The First Thought

Published March 31, 2016 by the vulture
The first thought that really influenced my mind was in my early primary. Never had bee
n home alone for the first three or four years. I was taken to the pre-school school and a
as expected, i cried. This was one of the earliest decisions that i ever made in my life to date. My mind was feeble and all i would think off is to cry for my mum had left me to a stranger.
the stranger would come to be one of the most important persons that i would ever meet in my life. Probably, i shed tears of joy when i first set my eyes on her and not due to fear of the unknown.
She withstood my zero knowledge on everything in humbleness,low temper and high levels of understanding. She cleared a 
vacuum in my head and into it, imparted great knowledge of today that can keep you reading. She taught me the art of drawing, but i turned out to be awful so i never perfected my skills on it.
Anyway, when i kneel by my bedside every other night, i look into the heavens regardless of my ceiling obstruction and ask God to preserve special blessings for you. 
The First Thought-society

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The World I Be.

Published March 17, 2016 by the vulture

Wall street goons will be our lords. As long as we allow them to step on our heads on their way up, we will languish in extreme and abject poverty under the mercy  of tiny harmful jiggers. Our lives will remain to be a mistreat of the little coins that ring in our pockets after a minute of convincing. For how will we accept poverty to strike us under the mercy of the rich ? It is only in a horrifying dream that i saw a man in semi rugs rise the ranks to that of a ruler. This marked the end of the world for it is a completely insane idea, thought, ideology or joke. We, the sub-Saharan beings will never wake up to this. Political stupidity has eaten into our stupid souls completely. I will accept someone to kill me off in the site of a note. I will unlock all the doors to the public coffers in the promise of a better life tomorrow. Ooh! God will remain to be merciful as they remain to be wise political thieves.

I will not accept to the blinding vision when my brother will shed his blood for the sake of a ruler. May that moment come when my brothers will be safe in the vicinity of the uniformed and fellow civilians.

Political language, is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.

Let us wage a moral and political war against the billionaires and corporate leaders, on Wall Street and elsewhere, whose policies and greed are destroying the middle class .

Let us not accept to make murder the last respect to the deceitful. The brains of the wicked will have their gods but if u stand for the truth, you have no worries for at last, you will rest in peace