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Allow me to reintroduce myself...I am success



We aspire to whiteness!

Because, historically the color of success has predominantly been white.

Now we see success as white and not black.

That is why our ladies and gentlemen bleach their skin.

Our OAP’S, TV presenters, actors, and teachers try to sound white by force.

We feel fulfilled when we take the blackness away from our kids and drown them in so much whiteness, we fail to find any atom of blackness in their black.

Our youths aim for the white look desperately because we have been brainwashed into thinking white is the color of success.

Black is synonymous with underdevelopment and an uncivilized existence.

Success to us now is America, Europe, Australia even Asia, but never Africa.

This narrative was written a long time ago before we even had a name for this system and a voice to go with it.

But what do you expect, we live in an era where we see God as white, Jesus as white, Angels…white, now, even beauty and privilege too is defined as white.

So when you travel to U.S.A, London, France, Spain, etc, it doesn’t matter what you are doing there, even if you are washing corpses, prostituting or sweeping streets…so long as you are in Europe or traveled across the Atlantic Ocean, you have made it!

Success has a color, and it is not white.

It is color you!!!

You are successful first before the color of your skin

Your race or skin color does not define success for you, you define it for you.

You are a success whether you are black, brown, white or yellow

Success is not a skin color, it is a brand.

You wear success however you define it

Success is not a definition

It is an image

You define success when you wear it

So the best definition of success isn’t how white you look or sound

But how well it fits when you wear it

So the next time you are asked…”Hey, who are you?”

You just look them in the eyes and say….”I am successful”

When you are asked, “How are you doing?”

Reply with… I’m successful and you?

So ladies and gentlemen, allow me to reintroduce myself…My name is Success Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne and I am successful.





The Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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