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Dear God, you know why you created a man with different colour of skin.... By: Abraham Daljang Maker.

Dear God, you know why you created a man with different colour of skin...By:   Abraham Daljang Maker. Dear God, sometimes I feel some pain when we the  humanbeing  forsake your way and go on our own way. You know how  why you created us, and we all have a purpose to fulfil on this earth. Dear God  you know why you created us with different colour of skin.... No one has ever seen you, only your son Jesus was seen by man but none of us has ever seen you. I know you created us in your own image, whether black, white, green, brown or red. The  Bible tells us that we're all created in your likeness. Dear God you know why you created us with different colour of skin... With this in mind, I belive that we are your children, we are all created by you and in your own image  I belive that the image does not exclude the colour of our skin. This means that you are multi-coloured superbeing,  I believe you are white, black, brown,  red or even green. But in our own knowledge as human,

I am unhappy child, don’t despise me... By: Abraham Daljang Maker

I am unhappy child, don’t despise me   By: Abraham Daljang Maker I am going to be 4 years old by 9 th July, this is also the time when my country got her independent. After I gave my mother a long labour for about 55 year or so, I was born at last. I saw the light and my parents rejoiced, they never bothered about the years of pang I have inflicted on my dear mother. I am unhappy child, don’t despise me. In my mother’s womb, I never thought I would suffer, tears rolled down her cheeks when she saw my beautiful face gazing up at her. She kissed my cheeks and murmured these words, “I love you my child and I will not think about the pain I went through for all these years.” By coincident, the whole world seemed to have noticed my arrival in the world, as if they were in the same labour pain as my own mother went through, they also joined in celebrating my birth. I thought I was going to be a celebrity, but I was mistaken. The dime light at the end of the tunnel grew dimmer a