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You suck your mom's breast with milk for 2years and you have not done anything tangible for her till now, even to bring out money for her upkeep......for where Then you suck bae's boobs without milk for 3 months and you bought iPhone7 500k for her?? Please my brother, Come forward! Come! Come! Don't be afraid, What is happening to you eh! It's not ordinary oh! God has remembered you today... Oyaa raise your hand up... Raise it up very well Then bend it and place it on your head... Preferably where your mind tells you your brain is located. Then repeat this prayer after me... *My father! My father* Where ever they have buried my sense and my brain *In my maternal village* *In my paternal village* *in the coven* Vomit it now! Oya start shouting Vomit Now! Vomit Now! Vomit Now!

TO MY OLD MASTER: In August of 1865, a Colonel P.H. Anderson of Big Spring, Tennessee, wrote to his former slave, Jourdon Anderson, and requested that he come back to work on his farm. Jourdon — who, since being emancipated, had moved to Ohio, found paid work, and was now supporting his family — responded spectacularly by way of the letter seen below (a letter which, according to newspapers at the time, he dictated). Rather than quote the numerous highlights in this letter, I'll simply leave you to enjoy it. Do make sure you read to the end. UPDATE: Head over to Kottke for a brief but lovely little update about the later years of Jourdon and family. (Source: The Freedmen's Book; Image: A group of escaped slaves in Virginia in 1862, courtesy of the Library of Congress.) Dayton, Ohio, August 7, 1865 To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wa