African Men

Here in Africa, we don’t even know the Heroes, we don’t have ideas of those that has bright future and those that does not. An average African man you see on the streets, looking frustrated and warn out may be the brain behind an international project that others celebrate.
The Foreigners underestimate African men, that was why they have fallen victims of African fraud, Africans can be exploited but they can never be fooled , why the lower ranks of the military obeys the higher Ranks is not because the latter shoots better, it’s to set peace in the system while their dreams to grow become a reality, here in Africa, we have a common believe that the small will later become the Big, Our continent is still developing, while the grasses wither at the sea shore, we must wonder what has gone wrong from the root of the waters, but why the desert grasses seize to flourish, we see no dangers with the action for the harsh sun will ever smite again
I point this out to you; things don’t go the normal way here in Africa. Why will an African man graduate from the university with good grades yet he will not find a place to work, the lions have lost their Den to the monkeys, and antelopes are swimming freely in the waters of the crocodiles.
I know it happens here, things are going wrong amongst ourselves, but we try to fix it. It is with this heavy heart, that an African man leaves, he has a girlfriend who was taken from his hands by the law makers, with a grin, and he knew his purse has gone weird.
It is with this troubled soul, these expectations of mystery, this fear of insecurity that African men leave. They are good yet we have seen that they are not good anymore, there is no opportunity given to the good. They are intelligent yet they are no more intelligent, intelligent ones have been ridiculed and their women taken from them.
Now they have all turned out to be African Men, hunting in their tropical, we must eat, yes we must eat. We must keep our women yes we must keep our women, we must secure our own position in the toughness of this existence, it is with such sensitivity that an African Man leaves.
Now, they start to try out themselves, the farmers will pick their hoe and will never return until the sun fades, the traders will enter the market, with hook or with crook they sell and they trick, computer experts were not rather in the Banks, or the rich telecoms, rather they are in the café, sending mails to the rich and convincing them to be a victim
we the few, that has conditioned our mind to never let go, our empire, our dignity, our ego, our knowledge of the Good and the Bad, at first, it seems we are the African men, retched in the streets yet celebrated, while we strive higher, the greedy politicians became afraid of us, the corrupt emperors will start to consult us, they need our knowledge and lo, they must pay, that was the origin of our survivals
But African men are here, they know about all yet nothing is for them, you come in to exploit them and they trick you. Stop thinking about our retched home, stop watching our uprisings in your televisions, stop sending us soar wines and epidemics, we can work and earn our living, we do not want to imitate the greedy politicians, who instead of constructing the roads, they choose to fly on helicopters . it is because we are Africans, that is why we never learn to vote them out, it is because we are Africans, that is why they use us. Stop using us, I say stop
Girls all over the world want to sleep with an African man, for they know the power of our strength, and the uniqueness of our concepts, they want to use us and dump us, because they know we are Africans that is why they are victims of circumstances. They are victims of their own crime
You can’t use an African man and dump him, you can use him and teach him, you can use him and pay him, if you underestimate us, oh, I pity you.
The strength of an African man is in his concepts, though the hero may tarry, he must be unraveled. Tell them that my Bakery said so.it's me, LionKing George

How it Sucks to be Poor

What can I say my people? Hmm I will have to apologize for this long silence here in my bakery. Recently, I had serious screenplay demands for Home video and TV soap opera producers. If you were in my shoes, you won’t say no either. During my last screenplay contract which was a fifty- two episode TV script, I was actually half way to the end of this screenplay when an idea struck me.
I know you would be wondering what idea LionKing in nurturing this time; well it has to do with a screenplay that I will draft next. HOW IT SUCKS TO BE POOR?

Why should the Lion roar from the den, why should the golden cock crow in the morning, the virgins have even lost their virginity, war has taken over the waterside villages, slavery was the greatest threat to the Gurus but in this dream that I nurture, the children of the most wealthy citizens sleep and wake up with a sudden urge to discover. They failed to research on impending dangers of a democratic community, they left behind, medical researches on the control of disease outbreak, they have abandoned mathematics and Law, they want to know something, what millions of children they see along the streets knows, what even the children of their gardeners’ know. they have watched from the glasses of their exotic cars, they have seen from the veranda of their towers and empires, they are getting tired of learning from the televisions, watching them with a dirty plate on their hand and a torn cloth that covered their nakedness, their curiosity has waxed very strong that adventure have taken over their sense of reasoning.
Right here in my Bakery, I declare to you, what these children have resolved to do, why won’t they do it? When their grandfather was a senator and their mother’s wedding was in New York. Why won’t they do this, when their third driver was sacked for watching them tread on a dirty mud in their school gate? Why won’t they do that, when a senior doctor is paid for overtime during epidemic periods? Why won’t they resolve to do this, when soldiers are paid well to take them on evening strolls? They were born into great riches and have never experienced lack. Now to them, it has all been riches, riches and riches. But they have asked these questions for long, how does it feel to be poor? Even their father could not answer that, because his grandfather was a senator, not to talk of the mother, who was born and brought up in New York.
Now the children are tired of police guards, they no more enjoy Tinted cars and Roaring jeeps, they jealous what they do not know and they have set up a mission, a mission to know HOW IT SUCKS TO BE POOR.
Does it really suck to be poor? Is there a different life to enjoy in poverty? If yes, the retched ones should stop hawking along the streets and if no, the smiles that come from the faces of the poor should fade away
This mission is the base of my next screenplay, it is for all and for sundry, TV Producers can start to call, Home videos and International Film makers are free to come in at this point.
I am looking for a producer that can give me his budget and I will write up the screenplay to fit in. all I need is a little upfront and it’s done
You may be new to my bakery but I assure you, I can write about anything except nothing, and when I sit to write, I become the master and his slave, see you when you call +2348038843041