How To Have ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’ Contact You As You Try To Contact Him
At the bottom this of this Ulog, you will contact ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’. Where you decide to be “a diggist” (i.e dig, dig, dig) in your undertaking of this motion, just before you attain bottom-hood, ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’ will have begun his meeting towards you, contacting you in return.
This is how to contact ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’; this is how to have ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’ contact you! It is as difficult as 1, 2, 3.
If you are about to doubt this, think thrice.
Still here? Let’s go!
Premise for this Ulog
- It is the undertone of a legitimate illiterate.
- It contain things that ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’ that ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’ didn’t know about himself, which you’ll find out about.
- It contains a revelation of the content in the ‘no-books’.
- The underlying revelation through out the course of this trip carries pinpoint elements of ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’. As you motion through each element, you will begin to appeal to his soft-spot even spiritually, that just before you reach him, he will have undertaken the journey upwards, towards you…
Start The BAG Trip
Rick, ‘sweet juicy daddy’ took an orange and stood in the presence of Cynthia ‘sweet juicy mummy’. Then, he tossed the orange and it turned out ‘neither head nor tail’. Alas, “Africa it is!”
Cynthia had merely played along and followed his Rick’s lead and ‘Africa it became’.
‘Man’ man!
Rick had taken charge. He had improvised. He had tapped into his grit, into his invincibility and erupted directional fire. He was African. Alas, ‘man man’ is a very ‘African’ thing.
While surmounting mountainous odds, he carries ‘hefty’ dreams; the ‘dreams of many nations’. He has chosen to; that he may stand tall. He stands tall.
‘Mr Plandemics’? He dunked it through, “no shoes”, taking ‘Africa to the world’ in turn. A very giant undertaking!
Cynthia foresees! The vision with Rick’s dream, she has peered into. She took Rick’s hand. ‘I am your woman’.
A-past they walk, through the expanses, flip-flopping it through, that they may ransack its nooks and crannies and reveal its excerpts. They have allowed room for ‘their evolution’ that he may constitute ‘the stories and histories that sparks ‘evolution’ in others’.
Amidst secular accolades, in the midst of a ‘painted world’ that is inclined towards ‘outer-space’, they have stayed ‘down-to-earth’. BAG was born; a bag of acres in Gambian land.
Hello Motherland! Love, peace, soul!
May “rare intel” be revealed by virtue of their walks. May generations-yet-born relish ‘earth-hood’ as a result of their markings. May Gambia halt because they walked inside it and their presence filled it; “and stuff like that!” (According to Rick).
They are ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’!
The BAG family stems from the location of Gambia. They aren’t ‘toubab’. They desire taking ‘Africa to the world’. They know ‘Chicken Yasa’ too!
‘Nobody undertakes those routes’. Well, not anybody just can!
Those routes, the ‘Africa-to-the-world’ route, requires a conscious undertaking; ‘stubborn genes’.
These so-called ‘dirt’ routes, the ‘down-to-earth spaces of mama earth’, where ‘greatness’ lies; requires ‘greatness’ to undertake.
Stamped deeply-rooted-ly into the midst of this particular ‘dirt’ routes is the ‘BAG family’.
Alas, there is a rarity in the ‘great men’ industry. We fix this rarity, we surpass google.
“Colonial Virus” @rick
Proceeds from these ’15 USD T-shirts’ will kick-start a physical hub called ‘Macrohard’, for ‘brother programmers’.
“Have in subjection the fishes of the sea”.
Rick is an entire mandate. Each coconut-tree connives to spare his head, ‘whenever coconuts fall’. This isn’t conjecture.
He is here! In each nook and cranny, he lurks. He is down-to-earth; he is readying ‘the grounds’, that when the world begins to leave ‘outer-space’ to return ‘down-to-earth’, the grounds are set; “Ricky-made”.
And the very waters, he has glistened with his stamps; ‘BAG’ stamps.
‘Lake Botsomtwi‘, do chameleon your way into the wake of this particular ‘Africa-to-the-world’ cause, that people may leave ‘outer-space’ and return ‘down-to-earth’. Otherwise, ‘where the world is headed is scary’.
Yes, you who labels him ‘legitimate illiterate‘, you who is ‘bot-like’ and ‘god’; don’t be mistaken, if you entered the jungle with all your ‘geek’, he will sell you off before you can utter “Sifoe”.
In a good way, he will resell you off to your very self.
Your ‘sold you’ will look at your ‘old you’ and all you are told and re-told of is, “Rick, i am dust after all”.
Then, you will be mingle-able with ‘dust‘, ranking ‘great’. You will begin to walk with ‘new airs’ and it will be ‘great airs’. You will have become ‘beautifully disruptive’ too, fully tapped into your ‘human shine’, with your very own identity; ‘stubborn genes’.
Awake you will become to the words; “I am African”.
Note: You can’t explain ‘Africa’ using ‘English’. Very spiritual stuff!
‘You in those glamorous skyscrapers’, what is your history? Is ‘your inside’ taller than ‘your skyscraper’? Do you really rock that Versace or does it rock you?
Can you walk into a room adorned in ‘rags’ and make the room halt because you walked in and your presence filled it? Do you know what ‘slippers’ are and can you flip-flop/safari around ‘Africa’ in Rick’s or Cynthia’s slippers?
Any real depth in your carriage? Is that ‘air’ that you cat-walk with ‘matter’? Does it have weight and occupy space or is it empty and ‘paint’?Can you bear a brother’s consequence? Can you forgive me a hundred times? Well, have you done ‘time’?
“When you have seen many things, many things become ordinary.” @surpassinggoogle
Yes, those ‘clean-looking UHD mall-side TV(s)’, what do you see upon them? ‘Glamorous insight into the under-synthetism and de-sophistication of your eyes’?
Isn’t it demeaning that these TV(s) are appearing to generate more colors out of life and nature than your eyes can in ‘real life’? Aren’t you tired of the ‘paint’?
What is in Africa is ‘greatness’. @surpassinggoogle
On an ‘Aunty Coro’ note: “Let ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’ cross countries; let ‘BAG’ hug the women of Mama Earth, that hearts may talk, that spirits may connect.”
You suddenly know about ‘mums’? You can describe ‘mothers’ using ‘words’? ‘These particular dictionary words’? ‘English’? Think thrice!
You know what a ‘sweet juicy mama’ means for Mama Earth?
“Wake up and go love that woman!”
If you only knew, how much she has bore your arrogance in silence; how many times she has let you win arguments and gone into the room to give way to mountainous tears; how much she has covered up for you and bore ‘ages of guilt’ because of you; how much she has wished that you gave her gifts, all while incessantly appearing to you as ‘needless’.
If you only knew!
You have a brain powerful than super-computers; apply it because of her. Go out there where your mates are, get the goodies and donate it all to her.
If you can’t get the goodies for her just yet, intend it, dream it, utter your noble intentions towards her, let her know of her spot in the deeply-rooted aspects of your incessant thoughts!
‘Uncle Simple’, if you want to play that “i am simple” card aright, buy that tricycle for yourself but buy her skyscrapers instead.
Oh, ‘Uncle Simple’, no need to be nuts, a Rolls-Royce is simplistic too.
Who said she doesn’t want to show off what her son bought her, to her peers?
Who said she doesn’t want to be ‘prouder of you’ or cry ‘tears of joy’, those instigated by you?
“Dig her bag out, then out-dig that bag and ‘a decade of her wish-lists’ you shall find, that she hid from you because of her love towards you.”
Read of her diary and you will see of ‘dreams’. She was on her way to ‘a mega billion-dollar deal’ but she found you, bore YOU instead and stayed mute, like nothing happened!
She loves you like crazy! Must she tell you? Yet, she tells you like crazy!
She didn’t have a dime? She will put her shame aside and sought after that dime each time, to leave it your shirt pocket. “Oh, it was magic?” Shut up; all the way up!
‘Tadpole crap’, if you have grown all the way up to feel that it isn’t your responsibility to pamper that woman because you met another ‘girly woman’ months ago. (Yes, “girly woman”; for a ‘woman woman’ will spank you and tell you to ‘go love your mama’.)
“Love your mum deeply and mean it like crazy!”
Have you heard of “Leggedes Benz”? It is a type of ‘moto-car’!
Did you know that the BAG kids left Trump to trump grounds in the motherland, in-the-know of the testimonial excavation involved, for mothers’ sake? Do you even what their acts means for mothers overall?
A good question to ask the ‘BAG family’ in order to appeal to their soft-spot and garner his attention is, “What was in that well?“
And my mum? At her very last breathe as she tapped into her subconsciousness, the entire streets of her ‘mind’s eye’ was filled with her ‘kids in limelight’. She prayed their names out as she returned to a language, that wasn’t any longer ‘English’.
Where you ‘love your mum as much as she deserves’, can you get to express just how much you love her, using ‘words’? Sufficiently?
Stop! ‘Words’? Those ‘dictionarily weak words’? ‘English’?
Well, except you break down to pop out those ‘particularly rare (even ancient) words’ and the very exact combo of them. Else, you may need “Patois” or “Yoruba” to speak this ‘particular breed of love’ out, for you must have needed to connect with ‘your very spiritual-side’.
Ask mothers for your ‘umbilical cord’; they have kept it, they know its curves and ‘your every skin pore’; they know its name, they have named each.
‘Be like the BAG kids’ and if you lack inspiration, ‘be James, ‘Rastaman Rahim‘, ‘Ricki Denise‘ Or Nadi’. Go give your mum ‘whispers of good news’ now.
Take care of her, compose her a song, title it ‘BAG’, air it out into the universe aloud, then in your calm ‘Fela’ voice, sing it into her ears. May she enjoy one special breathe as a result of you. May she sing in return “Peace, Love, Soul”, in the midst of her un-fell tears.
Black Acres Of The Gambia!
Did you know that ‘Sweet Juicy Mama’ is Rick’s most prominent fan?
Another way of appealing to ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’ in a bid to contact them successfully, is by offering to send ‘Cynthia’ some gifts.
Now, if you have surmounted each odd and you still haven’t managed to contact ‘Black Acres Of Gambia’ successfully; ‘add some English into the Math’ and try the ‘Nadi’s route’ instead!
‘A contoured-route it is’ but one of bliss and cushion. It’s ‘Nadeya’ way!
Relegate reservations in her space and she will lead you to ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’.
I tell you, ‘she will Nadeya you to BAG’. She will bear your very consequence.
On her face, is the ‘state of her heart’; a state ‘bare and blissful’. On her very eyes is “assurance”.
Alas, her assurance isn’t for ‘a Chioma’ alone neither is it one of rigmarole. “Nadeya-backed”, her assurance is sufficient for you, me and ‘generations yet born’.
Forget ‘cat-walks’, Miss Nadeya ‘nadi-walks’ and that’s semi-secondary; for she ‘bag-walks’ too. Her hips have those particular breed of hinges. She is woman!
“Many times, we tend to jump onto the ‘nth complexest solutions’ first. Many times, answers lie in the first simplest obviousest solutions”. @surpassinggoogle
If you haven’t managed to appeal to ‘BAG’s soft-spot yet in your efforts to contact them, appeal to Nadeya’s then.
Visit with Miss Nadeya now and appeal to her, to deliver your message to Wode Maya.
‘Dads’! Where are you? ‘Great men’, where are you?
‘There is a growing rarity in the ‘great men’ industry’! Dads, where are you?
How do we surpass google then? How do we abate the rarity in the ‘great men’ industry then? How do we shine your lights forth? How do we play our role in ascertaining that ‘your suffering has essence’?
Help!
How did you sit on that chair and orchestrate affairs? Without google, with phones, without ‘911’, how did you manage to reach the masses and leave “Baba Wode” or “Papa Terry” on their lips?
Spiritual!
How can you have endured life’s cruelty and become ‘extremely loving’? How could you have stayed “an African man” in a painted world or ‘king-like, dream-lord, human’ in the midst of mountainous odds?
Why are we too weak these days? Where are your clothes that we may cut from it? Why do we just want to eat, drink and slave these days?
How did we ‘have our genes bought’ so much? Daddy, please give us some of your ‘stubborn genes’. Dear dad, help us shine your light forth, for ‘where today’s world is headed is scary’.
They call you ‘Papa Terry’ till date. I carry your dreams and mine. It is heavy. May ‘Terry’ have back for it.
They call you ‘Baba Rahim’ till date. They carry your dreams and theirs. It is heavy. May they have back for it.
Why do you beef it profusely, when it is said that ‘certain men are kings’? Perhaps, you aren’t testimonies to ‘the king’ in men?
Will you doubt the possible existence of ‘king’ in others, if you knew of the existence of that possibility by virtue of the ‘king’ in you?
They exhaust the routes without outlets, do you? They are evolved in a variety of deep aspects, are you? They are challenged by ‘impossibilities’, are you? They are ‘beautifully disruptive’ (i.e non-beefsters), are you?
Who are you really? If you are to ‘do you’ today, who is that ‘you’, that shall do?
What is ‘king’ to you? “Adornment, accolades, entourage” or “substance, proven, deeply-rooted”?
What exactly is ‘king’ to you? “x + y; 911; outer-space” or “coconut + corn; IQ; down-to-earth”?
Can English really define “king” or is “king” African?
‘They CEO themselves’; they participate in the “stories and histories”; they influence the nations with their ‘shine’; can you?
Their ‘kingship’ is constant, constant whether ‘bulls or bears’; they transcend barriers, nations, cultures; is this your case too?
How much ‘king’ is in you, if you use every ‘comfort-tool’ and can you enter ‘dark rooms’ to grasp its there-ins; can you do ‘time’? Why beef ‘the kings’ then, if they undertake the routes of ‘revelation’ in a bid to write out the ‘no-books’. Why beef Africans then?
Now, Rick has decided to undertake these routes of ‘revelation’; why beef him then?
“Africa is a dump”, they will then rush on to say, then go on to wonder ‘where Africans manage to get their swag from’. Hahaha, ‘from that mud, from their stamped-feet and connection to the ground’. Their ‘stubborn genes’ didn’t just erupt, there was ‘grind’ involved! Their very ‘substance’ has ended up ‘deeply-rooted’, their ‘spirituality and invincibility’ too and ‘baths’ can’t wash these types of ‘human virtues’ off.
Un-ironically, ‘the world’ is still very novice to the ‘true state of the world’. There hasn’t been much ‘mining’ done of today’s world. There has been more ‘mining’ spent painting it instead.
Alas, “paint” doesn’t exactly mean “clean”.
We haven’t taken the ‘dirt’ routes enough. It has been about ‘outer-space’ instead; the ironical ‘comfort zone’. Hahaha, ‘like drinking those ‘cheap gin(s)’ and calling it ‘enjoyment’, when you can ‘champ the pain’ some extra and drink ‘champagne’ all the same’.
As a result, there has come to be so much amiss in the world today even in terms of “knowledge”. Deficient we have been in the ‘art of dig-dig-dig’, that much of the ‘knowledge’ derivable from ‘the down-to-earth’ has stayed particularly un-revealed.
‘Partial’ thus, is the ‘knowledge’ by which we have evolved. We can’t seem to find our place in the ‘painted world’, for untold is ‘the intel’ usable in blurring out the ‘paint’?
Even ‘our very human’, we haven’t ‘mined’ enough. We turn out ‘half-humans’ as a result!
Note: ‘Mining the human’ isn’t a very clean art.
Ask ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’ how much they have ‘evolved’ as they traverse West Africa through thick and thick and thick.
More than you may know; the paradigms in the world is shifting away from ‘outer-space’ and returning ‘down-to-earth’. There is a ‘CAP‘ and it is being reached; ‘Blockchain > AI > Human robots > Human clones’, then what?
Soon, the very world will begin to flock into ‘the Maputo(s) of Africa’. Not even knowing what they are there for, they will have been there to seek ‘greatness’.
“What is in Africa is greatness”. @surpassinggoogle
Yes, it isn’t “skyscrapers” that is in Africa. It isn’t ‘outer-space’ either. It is the ‘down-to-earth’. It is ‘greatness’.
Alas, a ‘painted world’, that which has been so overly-hyped and that we live in today, isn’t that sustainable. Where that particular world is headed is scary. Africans need to play their role in world-adjustment!
“The world is still very novice to the true state of the world.” @surpassinggoogle
“Police brutality, racism, poverty”? The issues with the world are ‘deeper things’, ‘subtler things’ and the very systems, don’t know it!
The nations summit after summit and turn to ‘outer-space’, when ‘the answers’ are in ‘the down-to-earth’, find-able in ‘revelations’ that will stem from the nooks and crannies of Africa, reveal-able only by its people, whenever they eventually leave the ‘rat-race’, to undertake the ‘human-race’.
For ‘revelation-sake, ‘the world needs Africa’ and even a ‘legitimate illiterate’ can see it.
As reiterated earlier, the paradigm of ‘complexity after complexity’ that permeates today’s world is not sustainable forever, for a ‘painted world’ is ‘an unreal world’ and in a real world, everything has a CAP.
The world will eventually grow tired of “outer-space” and seek a return ‘down-to-earth”. Alas, this is already happening!
Trying to tap into every resource, they will not be able to tap into ‘greatness’. They will seek it though and for that, they will flock into Africa.
Africans have a big role thus and the likes of ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’ will need to grasp out ‘what’s truly is in Africa’ and undertake the role of revealing these things, that the world can begin to ‘fix the growing rarity in its ‘great men’ industry’.
There is a ‘May Weather’ and there is a ‘Mohammed Ali‘, both are boxers but one has chopped trees. Yes, one has gone into conscious isolation and gone into dark rooms.
“Oh, it is too dark; it has got to be white.” Have you tapped into your ‘grey’ yet?
How is your spirit-side? Can you reach it? Can you do that particular breed of grind?
Did you know that there is ‘rare intel’ innate to you, locate-able and reveal-able only by you yet tangible for the collective evolution of the world? Have you dug into these intense aspects of you in a bid to attain this particular ‘rare intel’ and reveal it to the world? Can these things be written in today’s ‘books’ except by you?
The ‘BAG family’ stem from the location of Gambia. They aren’t there to count trees. He simply desires taking ‘Africa to the world’. They know ‘passion’ too; fruit and virtue!
‘You with white shirts’, what can you handle?’
‘You in outer-space’, can you take on the jungle for one day? Do you know of a ‘ceiling fan’ that whines out your name? Yes, in all your cleanliness, can you have managed to know of ‘potholes with roads’?
And well, if you are so indubitably conclusive that ‘they are shitty’, dig-dig-dig of yourself, find testimonial use for ‘good’ in the face of the ‘not-so-good’ and of that so-called ‘nonsense‘ dig-dig-dig to find ‘sense‘ therein.
Be diggist! Tap into that dirt; do the discomfort, champ the pain.
Exert your human virtues, explore your human senses in newer ways; away from that ‘static systemic for-bot boolean’ proceed, away from that ‘911-call for every mosquito bite’ proceed.
Not any longer should you be capable of picking a hammer up to trample upon your home because two mosquitoes bit you while mating and you wanted to grind them up.
Proceeds from these ’15 USD T-shirts’ will kick-start a physical hub called ‘Macrohard’, for ‘brother programmers’.
“He was made in Jehovah’s image.”; a hefty message.
Yes, i am a ‘legitimate illiterate’ but i can envision your story; i can live it through your schools, through your media, through your books; can you envision mine?
I can wear your white shirts, can you wear mine? You can code ‘Microsoft’ on that jingling comfort chair; can you code ‘Macrohard‘ on top of jungle thorns?
“No, don’t touch me; it’s called personal space”. Hahaha, aren’t you a creature in our shared earth? What property is exactly truly yours? Can’t you mingle with the mountains though and have the seas touch your feet? Aren’t you in my earth and am i not in yours?
The BAG family has seen the world yet they have kept their ‘human’ intact. Celebratory!
You think they flip-flopped ‘swag’ into our entity; that they opened our very elements and dent ‘swag’ into it? Oh, you think ‘swag’ is an act; ‘tattoos, bling(s) and all’?
Do you think a ‘Burna Boy’ has Fela’s swag then? ‘Swag’ has breeds???
Have you heard of the ‘parent-child rod-investment’ yet? Have you been stroked in advance? “Hey, Terry let me invest 10 strokes on your back, you haven’t been irresponsible today but you are likely to be, in two days.”
No, we didn’t call the cops! Wode Maya didn’t either.
‘Swag’ when it is ‘swag’, should affect every detail, every touch, every nuance.
You think ‘Egusi’ is joke? That when it touches your tongue, your spirit emotes; that you are told of ‘stories and histories’ and ‘grind’?
Or it isn’t ‘swag’; that a woman can sit on that ‘city-center chair’ and man an entire market-square, then take the entire money to her man, so that he allocates it back to her?
“Oh, she is in the kitchen”; you suddenly know what she orchestrates from that kitchen?
What exactly do you know about ‘swag’? You even think it is contextually ‘an English word’ or tied it is by ‘the limits of your English’?
Do you know what ‘Yoruba’ or ‘Mandinka’ is and how much swag, spirit and human it possesses?
Or the so-called ‘ungentlemanly’ broken-English, would you know how much “swag” it captures?
Do you think ‘swag’ is that, that everyone can share? Is ‘swag’, “WTF, FO, MF” that ‘everyone’ shares in saying?
Where is your own particular swag then?
Do you know of ‘respect’ that is age-bound? Can words from ‘an elder’ stop ‘wars’ in the worlds that you know?
You think ‘swag’ is money? Do you know of ‘trade by barter’ and of how much human-capital (e.g “swag”) went into ‘a barter-deal that exchanged a Ferrari for yam’?
Do you of a janitor that isn’t a ‘janitor’ janitor; that came in as ‘a janitor’, then buys the company?
Can you bath in black soap, drown your teeth in charcoal, break two coconuts on your head, then go on out into the ‘painted world’ that celebrates ‘batman’ more than ‘man’, to say “Africa to the world”?
Now, if Rick doesn’t have swag, what is swag exactly?
Forget “popped collars”! Give me a ‘Rick’ that will grind on my behalf, whether ‘shoes or flip-flops’; swag!!!!
If you decide to take a slight turn, here is a worthy dis-distraction.
Would you know about food then? Is it about that ‘glamour-look’ and ‘selfie-soups’ all over again or do want ‘depth’ and ‘substance’ instead? Is it about soft-pork and comfort-broth because “my teeth can’t chew” or “may my poop turn cool”?
Have you allowed yourself to taste some ‘foodstagram-worthless food’ or is it suddenly “bitter”; ‘too foreign for the soul to bear’ as the world has declared that ‘delicious must be sweet’?
How much of your ‘5 senses’ do you really know? How much evolutionary room does your very tongue have; how much have you allowed it to have? How connected is your ‘sense of taste’ to your deep aspects, for instance? How much ‘divinity’ are you told/re-told of ‘each meal’ or are ‘meals’ only about ‘fixing reflexes’ for you?
Even you ‘who has made ‘rice’ your calling’, you who just wants to eat and only superficially merry, how much you have done of ‘that rice’? Have you cooked it into ‘Ghana-Jollof’ or ‘Senegalese-Jollof’? Have you figured out new ways to rice that stomach? Do you know where the Maya tongue has entered?
And ‘starvation’, do you know its taste? Would you know ‘its use’ then, ‘taste’ aside?
You of ‘giant lettuced burgers’, you who is ‘too literate’, who knows all the ‘combos’ (x + y); would you know of the ‘pear + corn’ combo, the ‘coconut + corn’, the ‘groundnut + popcorn’?
If your ‘x + y = z’, would you know that ‘moi + moi = moi moi’?
What exactly is ‘gravy’, that you can so confidently say, “that that they eat is grave”?
Have you allowed your tongue to deep into bottom of that calabash?
You wash plates? ‘I eat and the plates are washed’. Hahaha, and don’t you say that ‘i am impoverished and hungry’. Alas, in our world ‘starvation is delicious’ and for ‘world-adjusting’ reason too. In certain worlds, there is more use for the dining-table than ‘satisfying the next hunger-impulse’, that we just may shove the food aside to try ‘starvation’ instead.
How much ‘story and history’, how much spirit, how much swag, do you think was put into one morsel of Banku? ‘Swallow it through and you shall know’!
Try ‘starvation’ too. It has taste. @surpassinggoogle
Follow the trail of BAG’s tongue!
Ghanaian food > Nigerian food > liberian food > Ugandan food > Gambia food > Zambian food > Sierra leonean food > Togolese food > Kenyan food
“Humanity is the brother next to you.” @surpassinggoogle
“There is ‘African’ and there is ‘confirm African’.” @surpassinggoogle
‘African’ is not a ‘skin color’ either. It is spiritual things! Well, to see these things, you will have had to ‘shed some of the nations’. By this means, you will see many more things.
“Many times, it is not about looking, it is about how much you can see.” @surpassinggoogle
“When you have seen many things, many things become ordinary.” @surpassinggoogle
Beyond things like ‘descendantry’, if you are ‘African’, you will know it. Its ‘human’ is intact, its spirit is touched, its genes are stubborn.
‘Black Acres of the Gambia’ can see!
Proceeds from these ’15 USD T-shirts’ will kick-start a physical hub called ‘Macrohard’, for ‘brother programmers’.
“You have got to have yanshed that chair, Mr Chairman.” If you don’t know what ‘Yansh’ is, ask ‘Black Acres of the Gambia’!
“Rehearse your signatures, for tomorrow you will sign autographs.” @surpassinggoogle
Within the course of seeking that ‘ever-missing piece of our puzzle’, we don’t ‘CEO ourselves‘ enough. We don’t ‘mine our human’ enough. We do not dig-dig-dig.
Proceeds from these ’15 USD T-shirts’ will kick-start a physical hub called ‘Macrohard’, for ‘brother programmers’.
Without deeply-rooted conviction in ‘value of our human’, we doubt the ‘value in fellow humans’. Hence, we don’t celebrate humans enough!
As a result, we distribute value to every other thing than ‘humans’. It is time to ‘return value to humans‘.
If we have established that the Math-English equation, ‘True celebrity-hood = True fan-hood = O (where ‘O’ signifies ‘loop’)‘ is true and we can begin to celebrate humans, ‘many things’ suddenly-instantly lose their complexity.
‘Black Acres of the Gambia’ is reachable. They have stayed in touch with humans. They celebrate humans.
Upon Gambia, they met with ‘The Happy Companion‘ and partied with him in his endeavors to #blaxit. Then, they went on to hug ‘Sister Shanice‘ inspiring her to build huts. They went to Ghana virtually, to be with ‘Wode Maya‘ and on to Dakar to undertake the routes of ‘Mahdi‘. They joined ‘Dynast Amir‘ in his ‘search for uhuru‘ and they became ‘lion’ for ‘African Tigress‘. They laughed with ‘Synolve‘ and played with ‘Jeena of the Afrikan Superstar‘. They ate with ‘Virtue Grace‘ and walked the beaches with the ‘Native Borne family‘.
If they recall the times when ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’ celebrated them and they decide to celebrate others as well, they may constitute viable avenues by which you can reach ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’ too.
Proceeds from these ’15 USD T-shirts’ will kick-start a physical hub called ‘Macrohard’, for ‘brother programmers’.
Senegalize your route to ‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’. ‘Try Mahdi’!
It is easy! Go to an ‘Africa to the world’ summit and yell the words, “Africa is for Africans”.
Alas, you may come across Akoin city when you are there. No worries, it is Akon’s.
Contact ‘RJ Mahdi‘. He is a king and he is reachable. Dakar knows him. Mama Africa does too.
Yes, it’s right up there but how much do you see?
Many times it is about how many things you can see, moreso than how much “looking” you can do.
With regards to finding your place in today’s world, you will need to become capable of “seeing many things”.
Humans are lost today, found in a ‘painted world’ modeled around ‘outer-space’; in a marketplace where ‘humans’ constitute ‘clients’.
Alas, in the midst of an un-earthly world, ‘cats’ can come in to fill the gap; ‘pugs’ too! ‘Bots, cats, superman etc’ all garner more appeal today than ‘humans’.
Suddenly, the world tells us, “tomorrow will be better”, while ‘cats, pugs, goats’ already live a world that understands, “there are dates now.”
Mr Rooster just inherited millions from its Papa Rooster.
Of course, Mr Tiger King will arm himself to kill humans and protect the tigers, then become ‘celebrity’ for it.
“Tiger King”, another buzz-word, the trigger, a Netflix; and boom another ‘seller’. ‘Humans’ (clients) pay up to buy deep into another ‘catty-narrative’ and suddenly the world wants to ‘save the cats’ all over again, further removing value from humans.
A ‘George Floyd’? They prefer to record that proceeding from the corner.
An ‘Ahmed Aubrey’? They preferred to hunt him with guns and record it.
For the ‘painted world’ world prefers ‘virtual babies’ instead.
We live in world where humans relegate in their value, generation after generation. This is not a coincidence, neither is it any longer too ironical that as the world is said to advance ‘by their standards’, humans continue to decline in their value.
One can quickly say ‘return value to humans‘, which is a very viable solution but aren’t there entire ‘nations’ in place to disrupt ‘humanity’ (humans & unity), keeping them in disparity?
Hahaha, Rick, just stick to ‘Mbalax’ for now.
You will need to have acknowledged that ‘Nigerian-Jollof is better than Senegalese-Jollof’, for your ‘Zanku’ to come out ‘on point’.
You know; ‘Zanku’ didn’t just start! It must have erupted after some ‘Gambian children’ realized that the party had ‘Naija-Jollof’.
“Shaku-Shaku” likely happened when the ‘Gambia party’ forgot to add ‘Naija-Jollof’ to their menu and had to call ‘Nigeria’.
“Galala” occurred after Daddy Showkey expected ‘only gala’ and got ‘Nigeria-Jollof’ instead; ‘lalala’.
BAG family; gbe bodi e!
It is not “a year of hugs”. It doesn’t have to be!
May they hug our people. Its a ‘BAG hug’; let the spirits talk. May our very women BAG-walk. “Mama Africa”, may BAG hug our men. May we not be cold and socially-distant. It is foreign.
Don’t tell ‘Black Acres of the Gambia’ that ‘you are their fan’, if you can’t dig-dig-dig of their ‘text’ and remove its code to find them in it.
Don’t tell them that you love humans or that you want to philanthropicalize entire nations, when you can’t ransack of their ‘dirt papers’, to love them in them.
“May social-distancing not too-linger post-corona. The world is too-ever-distant already.” @surpassinggoogle
‘Black Acres Of The Gambia’ wasn’t hidden after all. Look, that ‘orange, orange’! Do you see those Yoruba-looking buba; those kings and queens? Those are the very persons of ‘Black Acres of the Gambia’.
Peace, Love, Soul!
The BAG family stems from the location of Gambia. They aren’t ‘toubab’. They desire taking ‘Africa to the world’. They know ‘Chicken Yasa’ too!
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I love your Chanel and seriously looking to relocate to Africa, but I need to narrow my focus. How can I visit Gambia and have an opportunity to have a conversation about repatriating. Thank you! Trying to visit June 2021.
Thank you for visiting with me, it is inspirational. We can do a livestream if you are free. My email is ‘[email protected]’. Looking like you have your mind on Gambia. There are many factors to look at really. You sound young, that can be a factor too and what you want to accomplish. There are many Africans but it is easy to say a country like Nigeria is a special case study. If you are innovative, explorative, those are factors too. Driven or laid-back, these are factors too. Visit is good enough but many things in relation to Africa lies in how much you can see and i don’t refer too, to the physical. According to me, i say what is in Africa is greatness not skyscapers and those fancy stuff. In this article, i encode things about Africa. It is a lengthy read though: https://uloggers.xyz/2020/06/21/how-to-contact-wode-maya-and-have-him-contact-you-too/
Your relocation may have started already and perhaps ages ago. Plus, there is alot to do in Africa and even now, while outside it and i think you have started. Your first name sounds Nigerian. My last name is Ajayi.