Best 23 quotes of Mawuena Addo on MyQuotes

Did you know that even 50 years after all other countries had abolished slavery, the Netherlands refused to?

Eugène Ney Terre’Blanche is the man who had such a long record of infamy the devil would be blue with envy.

Everyone’s got a little devil inside them, I’ve just learned to control mine that’s why you’ve not seen it yet; I advise you to keep yours under control before it ruins you.

FEAR IS PURGATORY I have died many times And my episodes of death Gave me the power Over the greatest fears The fear of life The fear of self

How could the eagle-eyed politicians of The Hague, who specialized in pointing out the tiniest specks in other people’s eyes, overlook someone riding a racist coach in their own neighborhood?

How remorseless must one be find pleasure in riding a Wilhelmina golden coach in the 21st century.

Human hearts are made to bleed at the sight a precious item destroyed, irrespective of who owns the item.

I DREAM OF A CHARCOAL CHALKY AFRICA I am as black as charcoal But that is only my skin color I don’t need to see hacked white bodies To know that we are the same on the inside I feel the same anguish and disgust for the innocent Murdered black South Africans during apartheid Murdered white South Africans post-apartheid We might not be there to fight apartheid era atrocities But we are here now and must prevent post-apartheid atrocities Murdering innocent whites will not bring back murdered blacks I challenge you to search online now Google ‘South African farm murders’ And see if you can look at the gruesome pictures Of innocent children, women and men Do we need more people to be horribly hacked to death? Before we stop the divisive rhetoric of the extreme left? We made a mistake letting apartheid drag on so long But must we repeat that mistake with post-apartheid massacres? Some of these murdered whites fought against apartheid These murdered children didn’t even know about apartheid Don’t take away your eyes now! No, don’t you dare take your eyes off those pictures! The real apartheid criminals are rich and well protected Killing these innocent people is not justice It is inhuman; it is cowardice Don’t look away and don’t hold back the tears It is not only a cry for white victims It is not only a cry for black victims It is a cry for a better South Africa A cry for a richer, charcoal, chalky Africa

I’m saving my free time for when I am dead; I figured I will need a lot of time in the next life to reflect on what the fuck is wrong with this life.

In a state of anomie, the absence of justice becomes the panacea for justice

It appeared the more religious and older men got, the more insatiable their appetite grew for teenage hymens; a short sighted, selfish, entitled and wicked appetite at that by the kind of men who were disillusioned enough to believe that the world revolved around their poles.

Maybe men who still have the cave-man expectations of women should be sent back into caves. A lot of women will readily volunteer to build such caves free of charge.

MOUNT PLAASMOORDE If ever you visit South Africa And do Leave the brilliant beaches of Cape Town for a moment Climb Mount Plaasmoorde Witkruis monument And you’ll see the victims of apartheid White crosses marking a thousand white victims Planted in the earth of a million black victims They lie dissolved in the humus of the soils They were too many to have their own marked graves Too many to build black crosses for And just too hard to forget about Because they make the soil under your feet black

MUSEUMS OF INFAMY A dynasty that thrived on And blatantly celebrates Racism and anti-Semitism Belongs not to the 21st century But the throes of history In the museums of infamy Under the banner ‘House of Orange

MY DEAREST MY EVER CRUSH I couldn’t have wished anything more Than that the spaces between my fingers Were filled with yours As I strolled and sample the best of NYC today I wish that every wish become real, and all dreams true Because in my dreams I am always with you Our friends both envy us and rejoice for us We are ever madly in love and think less of who cares I can’t wait to see you again True Love

One would expect Willem-Alexander of the Netherlands, who is said to have studied history, to know better and act better, but he too rejects all advice and criticism and runs around obliviously in a coach plastered with pictures of his grandmother abusing her captives, including women and children. You might imagine the bigoted Donald Trump to be riding a coach like that in a mock presidential parade in his dreams, but certainly not a twenty first century Dutch royal. I wonder if he ever considered how their Calvinist pomposity affected the psyche of black and white children.

Pointing a gun at a strong-minded person is just as inconvenient as wearing a bifocal. There are two realities side-by-side; one would end shortly and the other had long-term potential.

POVERTY CRIME When you push people Into the throes of poverty They tend to think their value low And so do they yours They will not think it grave To lose their low valued lives And so will they not yours

SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL Now please let me introduce myself I’m the wealthy charming man Been here on earth for many, many years Many hearts, faiths and souls I stole I was around and watched Jesus Christ Had his faith, doubt and pain Conned goddamn Pontus Pilate To wash his hands and doom his soul Thrilled to meet you Do you guess my name Thought I’m in hell but no I’m right here That’s the puzzling nature of my game

The Dutch Reformed Church was the state church of the apartheid regime and a fervent supporter of apartheid; it inspired and condoned rape, abduction and murder.

The press can’t do shit about corruption in Africa without the masses. Everybody knows the offices that ask for bribes and everybody continues to pay. So reporting an incident of corruption in the media is like announcing that the sun rises in the morning.

There is no clock on Cupid’s arrows; he can fire an arrow dipped in the blood of the young at the heart of the old and love will still catch fire and blossom.

There is no pain in losing what you never had.