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Unique-minded actor, playwright, poet and story writer spreading insights, old and new, from unconventional sources through my creative works. Also seeking to make a flourishing lifelong career out of them.

Despite oppression, Black atheists fight to be heard

Inked Religion

Sean Austin said, “My family was extremely disappointed when I told them I don’t believe in God.”

Sean Austin said his family’s relationship changed when he told them he did not believe in God.

Austin told his family last Christmas, two years after he stopped believing in God. “They were extremely disappointed,” Austin said, who described his family as very religious. “All through Christmas Eve, Christmas day … the entire break we were having arguments constantly.”

“They were disappointed that I had given up faith so easily,” Austin said. “They assumed I was being weak. They thought they had raised me wrong.”

Austin is a junior at DePaul University where he is a member of the DePaul Alliance for Freethought, a group for students who do not believe in or question God’s existence. Austin said he had never met another black atheist before he came to college.



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Norwegians tell Trump “We don’t want to come to your s***hole country”: Scandinavians express solidarity with Haiti and African nations

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(Honestly I was putting off writing about tRump because he’s obviously an attention slut, the media is giving him more coverage than I think he deserves and everyone’s taking too long to notice his stupidity, but THIS was too good!)

Norwegians tell Trump: We don’t want to come to your s***hole country

Scandinavians express solidarity with Haiti and African nations

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Third time lucky!

A few weeks ago (2-9/11/2017) I was in Gambia – and I absolutely loved it! To be sure, it’s not my first time in Africa. I’ve been to

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POEM: Where I want to be

(Note this was drafted before Christmas)


England may have a white Christmas again.

The air is sharper,

Grass looking greyer,

Sun advancing later,

Retreating earlier,

Shops looking red, white and greener,

Parents’ wallets emptier

As children’s hands get fuller,

Landscapes looking barer

As new life fears to grow anymore.

No frost,

No snow yet

But my bloodless fingers are divining in that direction.

Never mind the thermometer,

The extra bodies that would’ve cushioned us

All headed south for the Brexit

Abandoning us to the omnipresent lovelessness.

Millennia ago God warned Yima

In Zarathushtra’s texts

Of the onset of God’s dark side:

A winter, so deadly cold

Only the fittest of humans & plants & animals

Deserved to survive it

By living underground for a thousand years.

Might we be seeing its return?

Might Jesus’s death have not been enough

To quench God’s breath of death

Blowing upon this side of the world?

What to do?

What to do…?

What to do…

Brain retreating from consciousness.

Heart supplying less due to decreasing demand.

Lights out for the optics.


And dream

And remember a place

Where love was inescapable,

Where people were interested in knowing you,

Speaking to you,

Hearing you,

Children greeting you with a hug

Without fear of being politically incorrect.

Beaches remember they’re meant to be sandy

Not stony.

Even crocodiles are so satiated

You can touch them without danger.

Chickens, goats, cows and donkeys

Grow up knowing what outdoors looks like.

Ask and you really shall receive;

The thousand helping hands that in the West

Would be stretching underhanded from a distance

Here are unashamed to lead you,

Write you into the pages of history,

The scene of your destiny.

In the birthplace of Jollof rice,

Yassa, domoda, sorrel and baobab juice

Fill the soul as well as the stomach

Then a Vimto to top it off.

Property is proper

Cheap enough to not need rent or mortgage,

To actually belong to me.

Citizens have evolved

Past the Qur’an’s rule to lower their gaze

Because women needn’t fear for their modesty.

Curious, fascinated and lusting

Eyes on me;

Melaninated huwriy existing before Judgement Day.

This is it.

I’ve made up my mind.

This is where I want to be.

This is where I’m meant to be.

This is where I feel at ease laying roots

Maybe inspiring a new Alex Haley.

This is home.


© One Tawny Stranger, November 2017