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Walamu:
No one I've meet explains it better than
Naga Kanyan who reveals that the U.S Navy are on the frontline of the homosexual agenda. Genie was in the Navy, in fact, his job at the DHS came as a direct result of his experience in the Navy Intelligence securing weapons and ammo. Can you be a member of the Nigerian Army and then turn around later start taking a stance against them? Especially Genie took a stance against Obama who was Commanding Chief at the time. Does this happen in Nigeria where members of the military come out against the president? And the fact that Genie is so bold as to say that Obama is homosexual yet doesn't reveal Michelle Obama is a man is quite suspicious. How can he be so bold as to say War On The Horizon yet coward down to the fact Michelle Obama is a man?

Some African people are snakes. They lie in awake for us to slip up believing they are brothers and down for Africa yet they are not who they say they are. African Americans in Washington, D.C where Genie is from are big on Freemasonry, sodomy and pedophilia. This isn't just the Whiteman. I'm here in Washington and there tons of gay Black people. Loads of them to where I am like who isn't gay? For it to be like this to this extreme would only mean its been very bad for generations perhaps hundreds of years. This gay agenda may have happened overnight in other places but not for Washington, D.C which is just like Hollywood in terms of sex prostitution to move up the ladder.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxvxhluvT9U&t=215s

NewzLady:
WHOA !! I want to address what you said in the other post but PLEASE explain this!!

Walamu:
Salom,

As I've stated the LGBT movement was founded by a ritualist pedophile, Mr Harry Hay. Harry Hay also founded the North American Man Boy Love Association and is considered the father of the modern gay movement. Sodomy is an occult ritual and many civilizations have practiced cult prostitution which includes child rape and child sacrifice. Wherever the demons of sodomy appeared they were always empire builders extending their perversion and terror wherever they can invade and enslave. Remember they say, we're gay, we're queer and we're going to rule the world. This is the LGBT chant and converting children is one of the methods to increase their population and control. So this new move to normalize pedophilia by calling it Pedosexuality shouldn't come as a surprise.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwYNnIPXLUg

KingSango:
Now you and I both know that stars fall from the sky and that new stars are born.


Many of you waiting on UFOs and Mother Planes.


But don't you know there's a dome above the Earth? Don't you know the Igbos have pyramids built in Nigeria that depict other dimensions and no outer space? Don't you know the Tombs of Kings in East Africa are built with a dome over them? Don't you know that the Palace of the great Kings of Rwanda, Tutsi, has a dome over it? There is a dome over the Earth, get use to it. Or do you not see the crown dome on the head of the Omukama? Do you not see where the Freemasons got their Fez and tassel? The oldest recorded Freemason lodge is 1646 A.D, but the shape of the crown of the Omukama dates back thousands of years and the shape of their Palaces and Tombs. Don't you know the Bachwezi are the ones who built Ancient Kemet/Egypt? We live in the times of the royal Kings of Africa. The Lions are back. The Lioness is back. The cubs are awake.

I don't care if you don't have any more Naira on your phone. You need to watch this video.Wisdom or your money back. If Obatala descended from the sky climbing down a golden chain to start land and life then the sky must be a solid object.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=1219&v=8PSkc1NJMH0


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tB65MnqXEDY


Oduduwa Royal Descendant of the Race of Niolithic Giants:
http://undergroundriseup..com/2017/04/bunyoro-kitara-empire-of-light-bachwezi.html

Walamu:
Greetings,

When you figure Maxine Waters, a man too just like Michelle Obama is a man then you are on your way to solving the 9 keys. The 9 Keys are the 9 areas of human activity that the satanic system of White Supremacy has placed gatekeepers over each. There are gatekeepers over economics, education, entertainment, labor, law, politics, religion, sex and war. This is your Gay Mafia, the Illuminati cults of Freemasonry! Here you have the transgender man Maxine Waters telling LGBT, which are sodomites and pedophiles, lets at least get that one right, to go out and harass Trump followers. Now if you are idiot enough to think that Trump isn't apart of the same Illuminati then you can simply exit the thread now. Trump isn't the target nor his supposed followers this is simply a way for LGBT and their commander in chief Maxine Waters to send out homosexuals, Freemasons, Greeks, Catholics, Christians, Jews, Muslims and all the sodomites to attack those truth tellers exposing the transgender deception. These people own the media and whenever the media carry their story its an agenda. There have been increased attacks against truth tellers including stalking them wherever they go. Targeting them in restaurants and shops and anywhere in the public. May even involved home bugging and illegal survelliance because a U.S Congressman has alot of power, money and connections to have people targeted by the secret police and the Gay Mafia of America. America since its inception has been a Fascist state. Fascia are criminal mafia whose origins trace back to the Roman Empire where criminals, thugs, dregs, sodomites, pedophiles and low lifes were employed by the elite to protect the Emperor and the Empire of Rome. They literally went out and beat up people who would criticize the government's agenda in any way. Well the agenda of the America government today is LGBT thanks to Obama. LGBT is the U.S government's Fascia or Gay Mafia. And Donald Trump is the commanding chief. I love how Black people still believe there's a great White hope.

Call it what it is. Maxine Waters a man too!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zAlmZZ48v_E&t=192s

Condelezza Rice another tranny man in government.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKHWpVGp49I




www.theriseofsodom..com

My Great-Grandfather, the Nigerian Slave-Trader
By Adaobi Tricia Nwaubani, New Yorker, July 15, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 - 12:09:00 PM

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My parents’ home, in Umujieze, Nigeria, stands on a hilly plot that has been in our family for more than a hundred years. Traditionally, the Igbo people bury their dead among the living, and the ideal resting place for a man and his wives is on the premises of their home. My grandfather Erasmus, the first black manager of a Bata shoe factory in Aba, is buried under what is now the visitors’ living room. My grandmother Helen, who helped establish a local church, is buried near the study. My umbilical cord is buried on the grounds, as are those of my four siblings. My eldest brother, Nnamdi, was born while my parents were studying in England, in the early nineteen-seventies; my father, Chukwuma, preserved the dried umbilical cord and, eighteen months later, brought it home to bury it by the front gate. Down the hill, near the river, in an area now overrun by bush, is the grave of my most celebrated ancestor: my great-grandfather Nwaubani Ogogo Oriaku. Nwaubani Ogogo was a slave trader who gained power and wealth by selling other Africans across the Atlantic. “He was a renowned trader,” my father told me proudly. “He dealt in palm produce and human beings.”

Long before Europeans arrived, Igbos enslaved other Igbos as punishment for crimes, for the payment of debts, and as prisoners of war. The practice differed from slavery in the Americas: slaves were permitted to move freely in their communities and to own property, but they were also sometimes sacrificed in religious ceremonies or buried alive with their masters to serve them in the next life. When the transatlantic trade began, in the fifteenth century, the demand for slaves spiked. Igbo traders began kidnapping people from distant villages. Sometimes a family would sell off a disgraced relative, a practice that Ijoma Okoro, a professor of Igbo history at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka, likens to the shipping of British convicts to the penal colonies in Australia: “People would say, ‘Let them go. I don’t want to see them again.’ ” Between the fifteenth and nineteenth centuries, nearly one and a half million Igbo slaves were sent across the Middle Passage.

My great-grandfather was given the nickname Nwaubani, which means “from the Bonny port region,” because he had the bright skin and healthy appearance associated at the time with people who lived near the coast and had access to rich foreign foods. (This became our family name.) In the late nineteenth century, he carried a slave-trading license from the Royal Niger Company, an English corporation that ruled southern Nigeria. His agents captured slaves across the region and passed them to middlemen, who brought them to the ports of Bonny and Calabar and sold them to white merchants. Slavery had already been abolished in the United States and the United Kingdom, but his slaves were legally shipped to Cuba and Brazil. To win his favor, local leaders gave him their daughters in marriage. (By his death, he had dozens of wives.) His influence drew the attention of colonial officials, who appointed him chief of Umujieze and several other towns. He presided over court cases and set up churches and schools. He built a guesthouse on the land where my parents’ home now stands, and hosted British dignitaries. To inform him of their impending arrival and verify their identities, guests sent him envelopes containing locks of their Caucasian hair.

Funeral rites for a distinguished Igbo man traditionally include the slaying of livestock—usually as many cows as his family can afford. Nwaubani Ogogo was so esteemed that, when he died, a leopard was killed, and six slaves were buried alive with him. My family inherited his canvas shoes, which he wore at a time when few Nigerians owned footwear, and the chains of his slaves, which were so heavy that, as a child, my father could hardly lift them. Throughout my upbringing, my relatives gleefully recounted Nwaubani Ogogo’s exploits. When I was about eight, my father took me to see the row of ugba trees where Nwaubani Ogogo kept his slaves chained up. In the nineteen-sixties, a family friend who taught history at a university in the U.K. saw Nwaubani Ogogo’s name mentioned in a textbook about the slave trade. Even my cousins who lived abroad learned that we had made it into the history books.

Last year, I travelled from Abuja, where I live, to Umujieze for my parents’ forty-sixth wedding anniversary. My father is the oldest man in his generation and the head of our extended family. One morning, a man arrived at our gate from a distant Anglican church that was celebrating its centenary. Its records showed that Nwaubani Ogogo had given an armed escort to the first missionaries in the region—a trio known as the Cookey brothers—to insure their safety. The man invited my father to receive an award for Nwaubani Ogogo’s work spreading the gospel. After the man left, my father sat in his favorite armchair, among a group of his grandchildren, and told stories about Nwaubani Ogogo.

“Are you not ashamed of what he did?” I asked.

“I can never be ashamed of him,” he said, irritated. “Why should I be? His business was legitimate at the time. He was respected by everyone around.” My father is a lawyer and a human-rights activist who has spent much of his life challenging government abuses in southeast Nigeria. He sometimes had to flee our home to avoid being arrested. But his pride in his family was unwavering. “Not everyone could summon the courage to be a slave trader,” he said. “You had to have some boldness in you.”

My father succeeded in transmitting to me not just Nwaubani Ogogo’s stories but also pride in his life. During my school days, if a friend asked the meaning of my surname, I gave her a narrative instead of a translation. But, in the past decade, I’ve felt a growing sense of unease. African intellectuals tend to blame the West for the slave trade, but I knew that white traders couldn’t have loaded their ships without help from Africans like my great-grandfather. I read arguments for paying reparations to the descendants of American slaves and wondered whether someone might soon expect my family to contribute. Other members of my generation felt similarly unsettled. My cousin Chidi, who grew up in England, was twelve years old when he visited Nigeria and asked our uncle the meaning of our surname. He was shocked to learn our family’s history, and has been reluctant to share it with his British friends. My cousin Chioma, a doctor in Lagos, told me that she feels anguished when she watches movies about slavery. “I cry and cry and ask God to forgive our ancestors,” she said.

The British tried to end slavery among the Igbo in the early nineteen-hundreds, though the practice persisted into the nineteen-forties. In the early years of abolition, by British recommendation, masters adopted their freed slaves into their extended families. One of the slaves who joined my family was Nwaokonkwo, a convicted murderer from another village who chose slavery as an alternative to capital punishment and eventually became Nwaubani Ogogo’s most trusted manservant. In the nineteen-forties, after my great-grandfather was long dead, Nwaokonkwo was accused of attempting to poison his heir, Igbokwe, in order to steal a plot of land. My family sentenced him to banishment from the village. When he heard the verdict, he ran down the hill, flung himself on Nwaubani Ogogo’s grave, and wept, saying that my family had once given him refuge and was now casting him out. Eventually, my ancestors allowed him to remain, but instructed all their freed slaves to drop our surname and choose new names. “If they had been behaving better, they would have been accepted,” my father said.

The descendants of freed slaves in southern Nigeria, called ohu, still face significant stigma. Igbo culture forbids them from marrying freeborn people, and denies them traditional leadership titles such as Eze and Ozo. (The osu, an untouchable caste descended from slaves who served at shrines, face even more severe persecution.) My father considers the ohu in our family a thorn in our side, constantly in opposition to our decisions. In the nineteen-eighties, during a land dispute with another family, two ohu families testified against us in court. “They hate us,” my father said. “No matter how much money they have, they still have a slave mentality.” My friend Ugo, whose family had a similar disagreement with its ohu members, told me, “The dissension is coming from all these people with borrowed blood.”

I first became aware of the ohu when I attended boarding school in Owerri. I was interested to discover that another new student’s family came from Umujieze, though she told me that they hardly ever visited home. It seemed, from our conversations, that we might be related—not an unusual discovery in a large family, but exciting nonetheless. When my parents came to visit, I told them about the girl. My father quietly informed me that we were not blood relatives. She was ohu, the granddaughter of Nwaokonkwo.

I’m not sure if this revelation meant much to me at the time. The girl and I remained friendly, though we rarely spoke again about our family. But, in 2000, another friend, named Ugonna, was forbidden from marrying a man she had dated for years because her family found out that he was osu. Afterward, an osu friend named Nonye told me that growing up knowing that her ancestors were slaves was “sort of like having the bogeyman around.” Recently, I spoke to Nwannennaya, a thirty-nine-year-old ohu member of my family. “The way you people behave is as if we are inferior,” she said. Her parents kept their ohu ancestry secret from her until she was seventeen. Although our families were neighbors, she and I rarely interacted. “There was a day you saw me and asked me why I was bleaching my skin,” she said. “I was very happy because you spoke to me. I went to my mother and told her. You and I are sisters. That is how sisters are supposed to behave.”

Modernization is emboldening ohu and freeborn to intermarry, despite the threat of ostracization. “I know communities where people of slave descent have become affluent and have started demanding the right to hold positions,” Professor Okoro told me. “It is creating conflict in many communities.” Last year, in a town in Enugu State, an ohu man was appointed to a traditional leadership position, sparking mass protests. In a nearby village, an ohu man became the top police officer, giving the local ohu enough influence to push for reform. Eventually, they were apportioned a separate section of the community, where they can live according to whatever laws they please, away from the freeborn. “It will probably be a long time before all traces of slavery disappear from the minds of the people,” G. T. Basden, a British missionary, wrote of the Igbo in 1921. “Until the conscience of the people functions, the distinctions between slave and free-born will be maintained.”

Nwaubani Ogogo was believed to have acquired spiritual powers from the shrine of a deity named Njoku, which allowed him to wield influence over white colonists. Among his possessions, which are passed down to the head of the family, was the symbol of his alliance with Njoku: a pot containing a human head. “You had to cut the head straight into the pot while the person was still alive, without it touching the floor,” my father said. “It couldn’t just be anybody’s head. It had to be someone you knew.” In Nwaubani Ogogo’s case, this someone was most likely a slave. When Gilbert, my great-uncle and a previous head of our family, died in 1989, his second wife, Nnenna, a devout Christian, destroyed the pot. Shortly afterward, her children began to die mysterious deaths, one after another. Nnenna contracted a strange ailment and died in 2009. Some relatives began to fear that dark forces had been unleashed.

Last July, my father’s cousin Sunny, a professor of engineering, visited my parents to discuss another concern: a growing enmity in our family. Minor arguments had led relatives to stop speaking to one another. Several had become estranged from the family. “We always have one major disagreement or division or the other,” my father’s cousin Samuel told me. My cousin Ezeugo was not surprised by the worrying trend. “Across Igbo land, wherever there was slave trade with the white people, things never go well,” he said. “They always have problems there. Everybody has noticed it.” My relatives thought that our family’s history was coming back to haunt us.
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majella4:
A Nigerian lady,Angela Nwosu, known for her outspokenness took to Facebook to say that she does not want to make if it is where the likes of Adeboye, Kumuyi, Oyedepo and others will go to after death.

Below is what she wrote...




https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=1823791991046833&id=100002481497235&ref=content_filter

AngryNigerian22:
[color=darkblue] Ase Love sango[/color]

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By Tammy Bruce - - Wednesday, June 27, 2018
ANALYSIS/OPINION:

With the appalling news of the past few weeks of mobs attempting to harass and intimidate President Trump’s female Cabinet members and staff, the inclination is to believe that this remarkable behavior, so antithetical to American values, is the result of a lack of leadership in the Democratic Party.

Yet, the organized nature of the attacks, combined with liberal political and legacy media rhetoric, makes clear this is not some sort of organic turn of events. Having come from the left, I can tell you everything liberals do is organized around the principle of personalizing, punishing and polarizing; it’s the only thing they know how to do and is a required skill when you can’t persuade people on the details of the issues and have no actual policy solutions.

While some were calling for an end to this classically fascist behavior, Rep. Maxine Waters, California Democrat, decided more mob action would be good. Ms. Waters spoke to a group in Los Angeles and did not call for an end to the menacing; instead, she encouraged it.

Real Clear Politics reported, “She said cabinet members and highly visible Trump enablers should expect harassment at restaurants, gas stations, shopping places, and even their homes, ‘Already you have members of your cabinet that are being booed out of restaurants. We have protesters taking up at their house who are saying, ‘No peace, no sleep. No peace, no sleep …’ Waters finished with a call to action: ‘If you see anybody from that cabinet in a restaurant, in a department store, at a gasoline station, you get out and you create a crowd. You push back on them. Tell them they’re not welcome anymore, anywhere!’ “

The crowd cheered, and slowly the rebukes appeared. Various politicians demanded she apologize and have condemned her remarks, including a milquetoast statement by Rep. Nancy Pelosi.

During an interview when asked about her remarks, Ms. Waters doubled down, “I have no sympathy for these people that are in this administration who know it’s wrong for what they’re doing on so many fronts,” and then blamed, of course, Mr. Trump.

Gang stalking is a form of community mobbing and organised stalking combined. Just like you have workplace mobbing, and online mobbing, which are both fully recognized as legitimate, this is the community form.

Gang stalking is organised harassment at it's best. It the targeting of an individual for revenge, jealousy, sport, or to keep them quite, etc.

It's a psychological attack that can completely destroy a persons life, while leaving little or no evidence to incriminate the perpetrators."


Gang Stalking is stalking by more than one person to a victim, usually involving community harassment, or the "mob", using people from all backgrounds and vocations to harass, tracking 24/7, sometimes organizing lethal vehicle accidents, poisoinings, electronic harassment, home invasions/property destruction, corrupt or ignorant doctor diagnosis given to stamp the victim as bogus mentally ill with delusions, paranoi, or schizophrenia, etc. Everything is done covertly, and with a sophisticated real time dispatching system to organize the criminals' harassments and attacks, often in the hundreds to thousands of criminals participating as a coordinated mob at any given time while the criminals due their normal routines of work, shopping, commuting to and from work, leisure, etc., using the method of moving foot and vehicular surveillance techniques, and computers, cell phones, verbal and visual cues, and every other conceivable type of communication.

Often, the local network of this mob is connected to a national and international network - funding is done by illicit drug industry/crime syndicates, CRIMINALS working in:corporate environment, and government sponsored terrorism for military weapons research using non-consenting human medical research testing.

Gang stalking is simply a form of community mobbing and organized stalking combined. Just like you have workplace mobbing, and online mobbing, which are both fully recognized as legitimate, this is the community form.
Gang stalking is organized harassment at it's best. It the targeting of an individual for revenge, jealousy, sport, or to keep them quite, etc.

It's organized, widespread, and growing. Some describe this form of harassment as, "A psychological attack that can completely destroy a persons life, while leaving little or no evidence to incriminate the perpetrators."

2. Who gets targeted

The people getting targeted seem to be (single) woman, minorities, outspoken individuals, whistle blowers, dissidents, people who have gone against large corporations, etc.

3. Goals of this hate campaign.

The goal is to sensitize the target to a stimuli, isolate the target, make them destitute. The secondary goals seem to be to make the target homeless, jobless, give them a breakdown, and the primary goals seems to be to drive the target to suicide.

4. Who gang stalks.

The surprising thing is that gang stalkers can be found in every level of society. There is no real age barrier, gender barrier, and a variety of races do participate. In almost every occupation in society you can find people who are going along with this.

Gang stalking for many is seen as a game, a sport to be played with another individuals life. Many do not understand or care that the end consequence of this game is to destroy a person.

5. Why they gang stalk.




"It is conceivable that the participants in the harassment don't even know why the person has been targeted.