I have often said it that I am not responsible for what anyone else does especially black women. I pay my price for what I am always, in ways I don’t even discuss my readers. We are not the same. Some people live according to the very dictates of superficiality 24-7-365. That’s who they are. That’s what they do. I am the opposite, and there is always depth and suffering for my being this person. Caucasians and the lighter is better crew are not the only ones who have and seek it easy. I have no idea where the so called black progressives are going in the east for instance my readers because my back is to it. It is a sitting position for me. There is no possible world in which this isn’t so. None. A lot of people are free to be whatever they want, to flash bling bling and glitters in your face. I am only free to be who I am and to seek to be introspectively, intellectually, naturally, optimally emblematic of that. I have no such thing as choice in this case. I have tried to be something other. It didn’t work. I nearly died. We are not the same. Individuality matters. If it doesn’t, the notions of freedom and liberty will not br conceivable. And that’s an absolute fact. Thank you for being here.
My readers, wherever you are in the world, I will never want to hide a book like CTTD in print versions behind some backdoor at a Bluesie jazz comedy fest. Do not make me something other than human and humane with my books. Give your support. CTTD has been a lesson in law. Justice must be achieved. Give your support and hold on to the relativity.
Raising one’s hands down existentially once is a definite degenerative disorder ( a cluster B factor). The degeneracy of raising one’s hands down existentially twice should be listed as a DSM 5 genetic and mental disorder, and the inability to raise one’s hands existentially as “imbecilic throughput schizophrenia”—ade ronke
On January 7th 2026, I was stalked, harassed and arrested by the state police. The reasons for this is, in my view, the intellectual and daring proclivities in my book, A Case in Point. There are other reasons to be stated in this book. If every indication of my life doesn’t suggest this to you my readers, it is calling it: if I wasn’t to be me. would I not be dead? But I am cognizantly alive by my own recognizance. In other words I was arrested for being who and what I am. What is to follow is false imprisonment, and a true story of great injustice and ceaseless attempts at cover up while I meet unsavory criminals along the way. If this hadn’t happened to me, I couldn’t have conceived of it. It happened to me. I must go beyond mere conceptions. PLEASE SUPPORT THIS BOOK FOR PUBLICATION
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