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A WHITE woman GAVE BIRTH to BLACK triplets and WAS ABANDONED by her husband Years later, a VISIT –

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She, a white woman, never expected her life to take such an unexpected turn. Now, the mother of three black newborn boys, she’s facing challenges most of us can’t even imagine. But amid it all, there’s a shocking truth about to change everything..

Richard and Pamela met in their teenage years, and from the very first moment, their paths seemed destined to intertwine. Pamela was studying law, and Richard was studying engineering. During their college years, their relationship solidified, and they seemed inseparable. However, everything changed when Pamela discovered that Richard was cheating on her with a classmate…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

Pamela walked through the city streets with her head down, the noise of traffic and distant conversations blending into a constant hum. She felt the weight of betrayal still fresh on her chest, like an open wound that wouldn’t heal.

It was a cold autumn afternoon, and the wind blew fiercely, but she barely felt it—her mind was trapped in tormenting memories: Richard’s laughter, his whispered promises under the stars, the sensation of his skin when he embraced her. But now, those moments were tainted by the image of him with another girl, a classmate who had been nothing more than an insignificant shadow until that day.

It had been an accident—or at least that’s what Richard had said when he tried to explain himself. “Pamela, it means nothing,” he had said with tears welling in his eyes, desperate to make her understand. But she couldn’t hear anything beyond the roar of her own pain. How could it mean nothing when it meant everything to her?

Breaking up with Richard was the hardest decision she had ever had to make, but she knew it was necessary in order to move forward.

Now, months later, she found herself in a new phase of her life—a phase that had unexpectedly begun with Harry, her classmate. Harry had been her friend for years, always in the shadows, always available when she needed him. She had never thought of him that way before, but in the midst of her sadness, his kindness and constant presence began to mean something more. At first, it was just comfort, a balm for her open wound, but slowly, what started as a relationship based on need transformed into something deeper.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked softly, pulling her out of her thoughts. They were sitting in a small café that Pamela frequented when she needed a break. The aroma of freshly ground coffee filled the air, and the sound of cups gently clinking against each other provided a strange sense of tranquility.

Pamela nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yeah, I was just thinking about…” She paused, not wanting to mention Richard. She didn’t want to hurt Harry, who looked at her with those eyes full of hope and devotion.

Harry tilted his head, watching her with a mix of understanding and sadness. He knew who she was referring to without her having to say it. He had learned to read the emotions on her face, especially when it came to Richard. He couldn’t blame her; he knew how much she had loved that man. But he also knew how much he himself loved her. He cleared his throat and tried to change the subject.

“Do you remember the time we tried to make sushi at home?” he asked with a smile.

Pamela let out a soft laugh, recalling that disaster. The rice had somehow ended up stuck on the ceiling, and the fish had flown everywhere. It was a failed attempt, but also one of the first times she had felt truly happy after breaking up with Richard. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

“Yeah, I remember,” she said, her eyes shining with a light she hadn’t seen in a long time.

Harry took her hand across the table, and she didn’t pull it away. There was something in the way he looked at her, a warmth that made her feel safe and cherished. But just as she began to relax, an image of Richard flashed in her mind—his easy smile and dark eyes filled with secrets. Guilt hit her hard.

“Harry,” she began, gently pulling her hand away, “I don’t know if I can. I still think about him.”

Harry nodded slowly, his face showing a mix of resignation and hope. “I know, Pamela, and I don’t expect you to forget him overnight. But I want… I want you to know that I’m here, that I love you, and that I’m willing to wait as long as you need.”

Pamela looked into his sincere eyes and felt a rush of mixed emotions. She wanted to reciprocate his feelings, she wanted to be able to give Harry everything he deserved, but every time she tried to move forward, something held her back. It was as if a part of her heart was still trapped in the past, tied to Richard.

The silence between them filled with a tension they both could feel. Harry knew that she wasn’t fully with him yet, that part of her still belonged to another. But he also knew he couldn’t force her; he could only be patient and wait—wait for her to be able to let go of Richard’s ghost.

“We could go to the beach this weekend,” Harry suggested, trying to ease the tension. “It would do you good to get out of the city, breathe some fresh air.”

Pamela nodded, grateful for the change of subject. She knew Harry was right—she needed to get away, to clear her mind. But as she looked out the window at the bustling street, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever truly be able to leave Richard behind.

As they left the café, Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and Pamela allowed herself to rest her head against his chest. There were moments like this when she could almost convince herself that everything was okay, that she could move on without looking back. But at the same time, she knew that was a battle she would have to fight every day.

Walking together down the cold streets, Harry kept her close, hoping that one day that contact would be enough to chase away the memories that tormented her.

 


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One of the worst torture methods in history involves being ‘licked to death’ by a goat

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At this point I’m pretty sure people were just trying whatever they could think of

If there’s one truth about human beings which has endured throughout history it’s that we’re a bunch of weirdos who do some very strange things.

Naturally, that includes finding weird ways to hurt or kill each other, as some of the methods are just downright bizarre.

You’d think that by the time people were coming up with ways to kill each other involving two boats and copious lashings of milk and honey that we were pretty much running out of ideas and freestyling but human ingenuity had plenty more in the tank when it came to being horrible…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

Of course, there was the guy who built a giant torture device in the shape of a bull, and ended up becoming the first victim of his own creation, while at other times the implements are as simple as something which pulls your limbs out of their joints.

An artist's impression of the 'goat's tongue' punishment (By Nan Palmero from San Antonio, TX, USA - Rothenburg Germany Torture Museum, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=65242774)

However, each of these methods involves some kind of gadget or implement, for a more low tech alternative then you might consider one which needs nothing beyond a bucket of saltwater and a goat.

This historic torture method was known as the ‘goat’s tongue’ and could leave a person in agonising pain or even result in their death.

How it worked was a person would have their feet immersed in saltwater to make it more vulnerable to peeling and then the poor victim will be secured in place so that the goat can properly be deployed.

The idea is that the goat will go and lick the person’s salty feet, and the unceasing tongue lashing from the bleating beast would slowly but steadily wear down the skin on the soles of the feet. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

While having the soles of your feet licked by a goat might initially feel quite ticklish, it must have been agony once the skin starts wearing down and you wish you were anywhere else other than stuck with a goat licking your feet.

Such a torture could even result in death should the wounds that form on the soles of the feet become infected, and having a farm animal lick your open wounds seems like a good way to get them infected.

The ‘goat’s tongue’ was described in documents condemning the use of torture and is thought to date back to the days of Ancient Rome.

While they had some decent ways to treat illness and it wasn’t all dreadful when it came to medical care, you’d much rather not get some sort of infection in those times.

Oh no, the most terrifying torture implement ever! (ROMEO GACAD/AFP via Getty Images)
Oh no, the most terrifying torture implement ever! (ROMEO GACAD/AFP via Getty Images)

Plus, with the skin on the soles of your feet licked down to absolutely nothing good luck walking anywhere for an incredibly long amount of time.

Even if the goat’s tongue didn’t infect your wounds then trying to walk on your ruined feet would probably have a similar impact.

Be glad that the horrific torture method is no longer used in this day and age.

 

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I Visited My Dying Boyfriend At The Hospital Only To Meet The Shock Of My Life

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They were three guys when I met them. Martin, Joe and Laka. It was Martin who called and talked to me. They were new in town and were looking for friends. I agreed to be friends with them.

All of them became my friends and since they were living in the same house, I went there on weekends to help them. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

They were kind to me. They bought gifts for me when they returned from their travels. They gave me money when…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

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The Igbo Landing – Story Of Igbo Slaves Who Rebelled Against Slave Traders And Committed Mass Suicide In U.S.A., 1803

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Jamaican artist, Donovan Nelson’s illustration paying tribute to the Igbo Landing Event.

Countless accounts of terrifying and dehumanizing events that happened during the slave trade era have been passed down from generations to generations; accounts of irrational cruelty, starvation, resistance, mass killings and suicide. The story of the Igbo landing is another tear-evoking account of resistance to slavery by the Igbo slaves from present-day Nigeria off U.S. coast in 1803…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

What Is The Igbo Landing Or Ibo Landing?

 

The Igbo landing, also written as ‘Ibo landing‘ or ‘Ebo landing‘, is a historic site at Dunbar Creek on St. Simons Island, Glynn County, Georgia, U.S.A. where dozens of Igbo slaves took their own lives in a resistance to the cruelty of slavery in 1803.

In May, 1803, a ship named the wanderer, just like other slave ships, conveyed slaves from Africa to America. Among these slaves were set of Igbo people who were known by the then slave traders of the American South for being fiercely independent and unwilling to tolerate chattel slavery. The Igbo slaves were bought by the agents of John Couper and Thomas Spalding at $100 each for forced labour on their plantations in St. Simons Island, U.S.A.

The Igbo Landing, St. Simons Island
The Igbo Landing, St. Simons Island

When the slave ship landed in Savannah, Georgia, the chained Igbo slaves were reloaded and shoved under the deck of a coastal vessel named the Schooner York (some accounts claimed the vessel name was Morovia) which would take them to St. Simons Island. It was during the voyage that the group of Igbo slaves numbering about seventy-five rebelled against their captors and forced them to plunge into the water where they drowned. The slaves successfully regained their freedom but it was of no use since they were already out and far away from Africa, and so, on the order of a high chief who was also a captive, they sang, marched ashore and then into the marshy waters of Dunbar Creek where they drowned themselves.

According to Professor Terri L. Snyder, “the enslaved cargo suffered much by mismanagement, rose from their confinement in the small vessel, and revolted against the crew, forcing them into the water where they drowned”. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

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Another illustration paying tribute to the Igbo Landing Event by Donovan Nelson

A white man, Roswell King, who was an overseer on a plantation known as Pierce Butler plantation was the first to record the incident at the site now known as the Igbo landing. Roswell and another man, Captain Peterson, recovered thirteen bodies of the drowned Igbos while others bodies were lost forever in the water. OldNaija gathered that some of them might have survived the suicide episode and this make the actual number of deaths in the Igbo landing uncertain.

“Regardless of the numbers, the deaths signaled a powerful story of resistance as these captives overwhelmed their captors in a strange land, and many took their own lives rather than remain enslaved in the New World. The Igbo Landing gradually took on enormous symbolic importance in local African American folklore”. – Momodu, Samuel

Igbo Landing Site
Igbo Landing Site

People in the U.S.A termed the resistance and suicide by the Igbo slaves the first freedom march in the history of Africa and the United States. Local people claimed that the Landing and surrounding marshes in Dunbar Creek where the Igbo people committed mass suicide in May, 1803 were haunted by the souls of the dead Igbo slaves.

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FREEING THE SOULS OF IGBO LANDING, THE NEVER-BEEN-RULED. “The Water Spirit Omambala brought us here. The Water Spirit Omambala will carry us home.” (Orimiri Omambala bu anyi bia. Orimiri Omambala ka anyi ga ejina. – Ancient Igbo Hymn)

In September, 2012, the Igbo Landing site was designated as a holy ground by the St. Simons African American community. The Igbo Landing is also now a part of the curriculum for coastal Georgia schools.

In recent times, many artists, songs, movies and others have paid tribute to the Igbo landing/ Ibo landing. A notable tribute is found in the ending part of Marvel’s comic movie, Black Panther, where Killmonger, played by Michael B Jordan, refer to the event by saying, “Bury me in the ocean with my ancestors who jumped from ships, ’cause they knew death was better than bondage”. Beyoncé also was not left out in the tribute paying as she portrayed the incident in of her music videos.

 

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