Saturday, March 2, 2013
Don't Talk to Kingsley that Way
There are brushstrokes inside of me that relate to Kingsley Iesi. We housed him in our St. Anthony Park Parsonage for a year when he was doing the Ag Grad program at the University of MN. In my home he presented as a fairly classic African man (from Ghana capitol), but, on campus, I suspect he had more of a rapper persona (telepathically and then verbally). He stayed in this country on the dime of the United Methodist Church for 7 years. I don't see it as different than any other system that was deceit. I will never look at any abuse charges against any Africans. They deal in other planes, thus are really essential for my rise. I just needed to show all African males that I could live and have my brother and my boyfriends in front of him. They kept his wife back for one year. At that distance, there was no tunnel through. I point out today that this is quiet supportive evidence that males, even African males, can live without extreme violence to me, right next to me, if women are kept at bay. He was under protective status so women who touched him were "dealt with properly." It doesn't take a village, Hillary, it takes a real man with real goals in a personal and global economy. A poser who could play in a Mormon way. Kingsley I toast you today.
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