INTER RACIAL

INTER_RACIAL

Episode

#ELIZABETH

Racism is an awful concept and has been around as long as man can remember, It is the mental ideology in the minds of most of the white people believing that they're superior to the black folks... Racism is nothing but vanity and ignorance. But even now in the modern era, Racism still exist especially in countries like America and some European and Asian countries , What these morons fail to understand is the skin color of a person doesn't tell or show everything about that person, there's more than it meets the eyes, appearances can be deceiving, I may agree the black men's way of life especially most of them are barbaric but that doesn't make us superior to them, There's no proof of that even in the holy books to show that we whites are superior to the blacks..

The story I'm about to tell you now is about how I've experienced the changes throughout the decades about the relationship between the blacks and whites and how it has changed my life forever.

My name is Elizabeth Ernest, I was born in Scotland, England 🇬🇧 in the year 1910.... My mother Carla died in the midst of World war 1 in 1916 I was 6 yrs old by then and my father William died when I was 15 that was in 1925, the only surviving family I have was my Aunt Patricia..

By 1930 when I was 20 years old, I inherited my father's property and his business which was honey making 🐝 which was in south Africa and because of that, I was told to relocate to the country to keep an eye on things... I refused cause I was busy with my studies at Oxford, I told my aunt that I would relocate to Africa once I was done with my studies. So my Aunt managed my father's business in my stead.

Aunt Patricia never failed to send me letters about how excruciating the place was especially the weather ; but she did recommend that my father's house was a marvel. In her letter, she would describe to me how huge the place was.. I couldn't help but imagine how the place looked like using my Aunt's description ..

My father had always told me about this place, he claims Africa was the best place in the world, and for that reason he built this huge house so as to stay here. To be honest, I never liked the idea of moving all the way here to this strange country.. While I was growing up, I was taught in history classes that Africa was nothing but a savage and barbaric place, I was further told that it was cause and no white man could survive in the place due to the heat and mosquitoes.. But I disagree with that cause my father mostly spends his time there, sound and healthy..

Despite my father's love for Africa, he loathes and despises the people in it, He would always blast them with insults and call them awful names, such as apes or monkeys... The only thing he likes about the black people was their ability to work tirelessly... Whenever he came back from his trip to Africa, he would tell me stories of his servants back at his bee farm and how gullible they were , he also made mocked and joked on how ugly they looked.. Anyway that was years ago and now that it was my time to take over the reigns of his business empire, I was going to see if all this things he said was true, I for one have never seen a black man, only in museums, newspaper or history books.

In the evening of April 17 1940, I arrived at South Africa in a ship, I couldn't use the plane cause the world was in the heat of World war 2, as I got off from the huge metal construct, I was welcomed by Aunt Patricia and one of my father's African slave, whose name was Marian.

Before coming to South Africa, I got hold of my father's diary and in it he wrote all about his experiences in Africa including the names of all his servants working for him at the house and bee farm, Marian was the top servant in charge of looking after the house, she was quite an attractive lady with a slender stature , She welcomed me happily, collecting my luggage from my hands as she loaded it into the wagon. I was amazed how strong she was.

Elizabeth ➡ Erm... Are you sure you don't need help? They're quite heavy.

Marian ➡ Relax, Madam.. This is no problem compared to what we carry in the shamba.

Elizabeth ➡ Shamba?

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Aunt Patricia ➡ It means farm in Swahili.. Look at her go.. Don't worry, these apes are as strong as their animal counterpart.. Come my niece, let's go home so that you can relax besides dinner is waiting for us back at home.

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Elizabeth ➡ Good... Cause I'm really starving.

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After the luggage was being loaded into the wagon, Aunt Patricia ordered the driver to drive us home, I noticed that Marian was left alone .

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Elizabeth ➡ Isn't she coming?

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Patricia ➡ There's no place for her and besides she can walk home..

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Soon the driver drove us back to my father's house, I couldn't help but stare at the black colored folks of south Africa, They weren't as ugly and disgusting as my father said, I guess he must have exaggerated.. But there was something I saw that almost made me throw up.. One black man standing on the streets with a cigarette in hand, spitting out a disgusting thick mucus from his mouth onto the street next to a young boy selling fruits.. I felt irritated and disgusted, this people definitely lacked manners..

But that wasn't the only unsightly thing I saw, There was also this man that I saw close to the trash dump, he removed his loose trouser and squatted exposing his black a**, seconds after that, a disgusting yellowish shit 💩 started popping out of his b-tt hole, I had to cover my eyes to avoid seeing that, but there was something that caught my attention, his manhood which hung out as he passed out faeces, his d*ck was covered in hair and it was curved and it stood straight as if he was horny, I was amazed to see the size of his thing, no man in Scotland can measure up to the size of this man.

Eventually, we arrived at my father's house, and it was much more than I imagined and expected, calling it huge would be an understatement, it was vast, measuring the size of the building, it could contain a thousand people and not to mention the fields around the house, which was covered in beds of lovely flowers 💐, darkness had already covered the place, so I could see the place clearly or tour around the house.

As we rode through the fields, I could hear the laughter and sound of merriment from the children, they were busy running around having fun, I never realized that there were children here. Moments later we arrived at the front porch of the house, Marian called out the other servants to carry our luggage 🛅 in while Aunt Patricia and I walked into the house, she showed me around the house before taking me to my room; By the time we got there, the servants had already arranged my luggage neatly and they also brought dinner for me.