Hello, I am writing a story about the birth and establishment of the BNWO set on an island off the west coast of Africa entitled "The African Tamer." The story will tell of the establishment on the island of a new kind of society with black people at the pinnacle, but the plans of the founder (Mwenye Mbadinuju, the main protagonist) of this new society are much more ambitious and are not meant to be limited to just giving black people their rightful social position and and only for the small tropical island. It is just one piece of a larger puzzle.
You will find below an extract from the introduction, should the story be of interest then I will add the various chapters. I would be grateful if someone would help me with the revision of the text so as to ensure a fluidity of reading, I do not have such an in-depth proficiency in the English language for a literary work. Suggestions or ideas are welcome, happy reading.
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I. About the Founder
It was a beautiful sunny day, Mwenye Mbadinuju was standing and looking out of the window at the square that was filling up with people, they were blacks and whites, but they all knew they were bricks of a single great project that was taking shape, he had managed to unify the minds and passions on that island to give life to something revolutionary. Memories of how it all began surfaced in his mind.
Mwenye had arrived a few years ago on Cottledeen Isle, which straddled the coast of Gibraltar and Morocco. The island was part of the former British Empire, a strip of African land that white European colonization had claimed for itself in order to feed its greed, that white greed that had devoured all of Africa, including its home, Somalia.
For a long time Cottledeen Isle was unknown to almost everyone, as it had no particular wealth or position of importance, and had fallen into oblivion until today, when civil society began to be shaken by groups and movements that openly denounced its inequalities and demanded justice for centuries of colonial exploitation.
The name of Cottledeen Isle thus resurfaced from a past deliberately forgotten or ignored, the island belonged to Joseph Windrow a wealthy English merchant who married the ******** of an aristocratic German ******, known to have become an important slaveholder. On Cottledeen Isle, the English merchant created an important market for African slaves, where they were held to be sold to plantations, mines or to serve the white colonizers, from the luxurious mansion on the island he administered his business and watched the harbor with his ships loaded with black slaves.
Jennyfer Windrow, a direct descendant of Joseph Windrow, sensitive to the issues of racism and inclusiveness, decided as a gesture of reparation for the injustices done by her ancestor to found a pro-Africa NGO to combat racial discrimination, giving the entire property of the island to this organization to make it its headquarters, as well as a generous fund to support it.
A small community of blacks and whites guided by Jennyfer Windrow began to grow on the island based on a culture without racial tensions and the injustices inherited from white colonialism, a righteous society. It was this proclamation launched on social media by the English white woman who brought Mwenye to the island, he felt it was the right time for changes.
Mwenye looked up from the crowd and looked at the bronze statue that stood in the square, it was that of Joseph Windrow. When she arrived on the island, that statue had been removed by the will of Miss Windrow who was then in charge of the island's administration, but when Mwenye, after having shown the limits of the English white woman's management, took over the Cottledeen Isle community, he first put it back in its place.
Upon taking office as the NGO's new president, Mwenye said the removal of the Joseph Windrow statue was an expression of white society's hypocrisy toward the needs of Blacks t that fueled discrimination; it was a way to make the public forget the past instead of addressing white guilt. The statue of the English slaver should instead remain in the square to remind everyone of the origin of the evil whose fruits still poisoned Blacks and whites, it had to be the memory of what their small society had to defeat and never return.
Mwenye stopped thinking about the time that had passed and lowered his gaze towards the young white woman who was kneeling in front of him with her blouse unbuttoned exposing florid pale tits. Her mini-skirt was raised at the waist showing that she was not wearing any kind of underwear just as the African man had taught her. On the left of white buttock a rectangular tattoo was visible.
The woman was choking on Mwenye's cock foaming saliva from the effort of swallowing it, big rivulets were falling on her tits and soaking her blouse and skirt, but she knew how important it was to show her total devotion to the black man by striving to swallow his cock up to balls. And she didn't care how humiliating the drool was, the gurgles she emitted or the gag reflex she suppressed as she tried to take every inch of black cock in her throat. How she didn't care about that smartphone on the desk that was recording every moment of that filthy and degrading situation.
You will find below an extract from the introduction, should the story be of interest then I will add the various chapters. I would be grateful if someone would help me with the revision of the text so as to ensure a fluidity of reading, I do not have such an in-depth proficiency in the English language for a literary work. Suggestions or ideas are welcome, happy reading.
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I. About the Founder
It was a beautiful sunny day, Mwenye Mbadinuju was standing and looking out of the window at the square that was filling up with people, they were blacks and whites, but they all knew they were bricks of a single great project that was taking shape, he had managed to unify the minds and passions on that island to give life to something revolutionary. Memories of how it all began surfaced in his mind.
Mwenye had arrived a few years ago on Cottledeen Isle, which straddled the coast of Gibraltar and Morocco. The island was part of the former British Empire, a strip of African land that white European colonization had claimed for itself in order to feed its greed, that white greed that had devoured all of Africa, including its home, Somalia.
For a long time Cottledeen Isle was unknown to almost everyone, as it had no particular wealth or position of importance, and had fallen into oblivion until today, when civil society began to be shaken by groups and movements that openly denounced its inequalities and demanded justice for centuries of colonial exploitation.
The name of Cottledeen Isle thus resurfaced from a past deliberately forgotten or ignored, the island belonged to Joseph Windrow a wealthy English merchant who married the ******** of an aristocratic German ******, known to have become an important slaveholder. On Cottledeen Isle, the English merchant created an important market for African slaves, where they were held to be sold to plantations, mines or to serve the white colonizers, from the luxurious mansion on the island he administered his business and watched the harbor with his ships loaded with black slaves.
Jennyfer Windrow, a direct descendant of Joseph Windrow, sensitive to the issues of racism and inclusiveness, decided as a gesture of reparation for the injustices done by her ancestor to found a pro-Africa NGO to combat racial discrimination, giving the entire property of the island to this organization to make it its headquarters, as well as a generous fund to support it.
A small community of blacks and whites guided by Jennyfer Windrow began to grow on the island based on a culture without racial tensions and the injustices inherited from white colonialism, a righteous society. It was this proclamation launched on social media by the English white woman who brought Mwenye to the island, he felt it was the right time for changes.
Mwenye looked up from the crowd and looked at the bronze statue that stood in the square, it was that of Joseph Windrow. When she arrived on the island, that statue had been removed by the will of Miss Windrow who was then in charge of the island's administration, but when Mwenye, after having shown the limits of the English white woman's management, took over the Cottledeen Isle community, he first put it back in its place.
Upon taking office as the NGO's new president, Mwenye said the removal of the Joseph Windrow statue was an expression of white society's hypocrisy toward the needs of Blacks t that fueled discrimination; it was a way to make the public forget the past instead of addressing white guilt. The statue of the English slaver should instead remain in the square to remind everyone of the origin of the evil whose fruits still poisoned Blacks and whites, it had to be the memory of what their small society had to defeat and never return.
Mwenye stopped thinking about the time that had passed and lowered his gaze towards the young white woman who was kneeling in front of him with her blouse unbuttoned exposing florid pale tits. Her mini-skirt was raised at the waist showing that she was not wearing any kind of underwear just as the African man had taught her. On the left of white buttock a rectangular tattoo was visible.
The woman was choking on Mwenye's cock foaming saliva from the effort of swallowing it, big rivulets were falling on her tits and soaking her blouse and skirt, but she knew how important it was to show her total devotion to the black man by striving to swallow his cock up to balls. And she didn't care how humiliating the drool was, the gurgles she emitted or the gag reflex she suppressed as she tried to take every inch of black cock in her throat. How she didn't care about that smartphone on the desk that was recording every moment of that filthy and degrading situation.