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And what if you get a  golden chance to pick a country you would rather be born into…

This could arguably be the most eagerly awaited question most would have had no problem answering, if God had asked them to pick any one of the countries in the cold temperate regions, or one in the tropics they would rather be born into.

He would allow you to see the properties…as in the color schemes, boots, straightness, flair and all: He would let you see the nappy constructs and clumps of a bearing, and the skin that was as tight and as taut enough to resist cancer-causing rays. Like you were marshaled onto a valley of gorgeous farmland filled with sumptuous gifts of Real Estate on one plain, and a fetid dilapidation of the same on the other side of the tracks.

You are to pick the house you would love to wake up in. And this was just right after God had gotten you ready for placement. The genes about you hadn’t been calibrated to fit into any one of the pools He had invented. God is looking you in the eye, and waiting for you to indicate the country on His Blackboard, where you’d like to be assigned…on one caveat, though: You have only one chance to blow it, or nail it. Your choices would include the Basel regions of Switzerland known for her wood-flavored, roasted chocolate, and the Mediterranean Greek Islands of Crete and Sparta, and their paradise of juicy, baked olives on one platter, the goddess, Venus is holding up.

Other offerings include the Tundra and her sexual, hot-on-the-dish hospitality program, and the dry lands of the Sahara to the tropical lush kingdoms of mangos, bananas, and guavas where most likely the Garden of Eden was situated. The choices would be predictable and heartbreaking, if God gave man a chance like that.

Chris Rock, the comedian, said it all: He has the gift of garb, and he is a millionaire to boot…and he had asked a roomful audience of mostly whites, if anyone would like to trade places with him as a black person. No one raised his/her hand. You should ask yourselves: Did God not foresee the mayhem His Creative decisions could and would generate? Could He not have known that a section of His masterful creation would be so downtrodden, and be relegated to the cachepot of melancholy and despondency, that His own very Heart would be broken?

Come on people; He must have known. He saw it all, but still went ahead and did it His way. If you looked at the crimes of humanity, the grand schemes in the details of subjugation and suppression of an entity wholly divine in her own rights, you would most likely begin to question God and His brand of wisdom. This is why the entire white race…and I could be wrong…this is why they believe, without a shadow of doubt, that God, in His Infinite Self, is a white dude. Listen; if you painted God black, Christianity would collapse in ten breaths flat.

On this period of the preparations of the stage play of the Passion of The Christ, they elected a black man to play Jesus Christ. Again; a black man was selected to play Jesus. The doggone parish lost their freaking mind and revolted. It took the Bishop of the diocese to resolve it.

Case in point: Back in the eighties, somewhere in New Jersey, this Catholic parish always featured a play about the crucifixion of Jesus Christ every Easter period. For more than two decades prior to this date in 1982, the play had featured only white men as Jesus Christ. On this period of the preparations of the stage play of the Passion of The Christ, they elected a black man to play Jesus Christ. Again; a black man was selected to play Jesus. The doggone parish lost their freaking mind and revolted. It took the Bishop of the diocese to resolve it.

This was the only time in memory I thought about abandoning the Catholic faith for something wildly esoteric and far eastern. They didn’t want a black man playing Jesus for fear the Divinity of Him would be diluted, and/or tarnished forever. That is, and still is, the mindset of some of these white Christians…especially, the ever growing, pigheaded, Shiite for brain members in tow…the greatly afflicted in body and soul…the evangelicals among them, that is.

Again, I am a devout practitioner of this misguidance. I follow the tenets of this same faith with bookish reflections and candor and outspokenness, alongside these mutts of poorly bred people, who only believe in the worship of God as long as He is seen as a white man. You should ask yourselves; why an entire world of followers of a Deity…based on faith, A Singularity no one had ever seen, believe in a portrayal as cockamamie as a three-dollar bill? Now, you are beginning to see the power the white man wields. I don’t know about you, but I broke from that impractical nonsense a long time ago. You should, too…but stay in worship, believing He is The Wind you don’t see, but feel: Believing He is The Sun, The Moon and Stars you see, and His reaches are deep enough they stretch through the endless vacuum of Universes in unfathomable proportions.

Which brings me to this other faith; stewed and stirred inside the same belief bowl as any other Christian predispositions. These die-hard, and you can shoot-me-in-the-head brand of Christ followers, believe that God is a black man…and that he used to live amongst them in the southeastern region of Nigeria until his death. Yes, until he died and was buried in a remote corner of this one-cow town. That is the conundrum; that God had died, or is dead.

The implication is that Jesus Christ didn’t do a good job: So, His Father stared Him in the eye and shook His Head in disappointment; “Listen Son, I will show you how it is done. I will do it myself.”

Wasn’t that concept supposed to have died and risen with Jesus Christ? The implication is that Jesus Christ didn’t do a good job: So, His Father stared Him in the eye and shook His Head in disappointment; “Listen Son, I will show you how it is done. I will do it myself.”  So, He left Jesus Christ, The Second Person in The Trinity, to run Heaven, under the watchful eyes of The Holy Ghost…till He returned. Go figure!!!

The renditions of God have always been images of an old sage…but always as a white man. I am sure He knew, just before the creation of man, that the black and brown creations of His would be more tolerant of the idea of Him as a while man…that is, if He had a physical Body He would like to show. Maybe, there are aspects of God that are black, brown and white. That wasn’t enough for those with darker, sinister agendas. Take Hitler for instance; he wanted more than God had bestowed on his brand of white people. He wanted his master race…the broad shouldered, six-eight darlings he would genetically manipulate on the ebb and flow of his mind. So, the filth among them were rounded up and exterminated. That happened.  The SOB, rounded up white-looking others and gassed them in his purification gambit. The problem is not that you believe that God is a white man. The problem is; what makes you believe a cock and bull story like that?

You know what scares me? The fear that I will make Heaven, and would therefore be forced to watch white people wake up late, while the likes of us, black and brown, would rise early in Heaven and be forced to do Celestial chores. (Italicized portion translated from a poem. Author’s name escaped me)

♦ Film-Maker, Professor Don Okolo, is on the Editorial Board of the West African Pilot News. He is an author of many books.

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