I think that I have tried my best to build many bridges of communication between us, but you have burned these bridges from time to time, when you cross over a bridge, it is not good to throw a an explosive and blow down that bridge, you don't no the future, so you may have to use that bridge on your return jouney. Read this and give it some very good thinking. Do not burn your bridges behind you.
Again I send many oceans of blessings and self determination to all African people.
ONE BLACK HEART ONE BLACK LOVE
Baba Ras Marcus.

THE CARPENTER

Once upon a time, two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell
into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming
side-by-side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as
needed, without a hitch. Then the long collaboration fell apart.

It began with a small misunderstanding, and it grew into a major
difference, and finally, it exploded into an exchange of bitter
words, followed by weeks of silence.

One morning, there was a knock on John's door. He opened it to
find a man with a carpenter's toolbox. "I'm looking for a few days'
work," he said. "Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here
and there I could help with? Could I help you?"

Yes," said the older brother. "I do have a job for you. Look
across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbor. In fact, it's
my younger brother!

Last week, there was a meadow between us. He recently took
his bulldozer to the river levee, and now there is a creek between
us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll do him one
better.

See that pile of lumber by the barn? I want you to build me a
fence... an 8-foot fence -so I won't need to see his place, or his
face, anymore."

The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show
me the nails, and the post-hole digger, and I'll be able to do a
job that pleases you."

The older brother had to go to town, so he helped the carpenter
get the materials ready and then he was off for the day. The
carpenter worked hard all that day -- measuring, sawing, and
nailing. About sunset, when the farmer returned, the carpenter
had just finished his job.

The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was no
fence there at all. It was a bridge... a bridge that stretched from
one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work, with
handrails, and all!

And, the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming toward them,
his hand outstretched... "You are quite a fellow to build this
bridge, after all I've said and done."

The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they
met in the middle, taking each other's hand. They turned to see
the carpenter hoist his toolbox onto his shoulder. "No, wait!
Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you," said the
older brother.

I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said, but I have many more
bridges to build. Just remember this...

1. God won't ask what kind of car you drove, but He'll ask how
many people you helped get where they needed to go.

2. God won't ask the square footage of your house, but He'll ask
how many people you welcomed into your home.

3. God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet, but
He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.

4. God won't ask how many friends you had, but He'll ask how
many people to whom you were a friend.

5. God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived, but He'll ask
how you treated your neighbors.

6. God won't ask about the color of your skin, but He'll ask
about the content of your character.

7. God won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salva! tion, but
He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the
gates of Hell.

8. God won't ask how many people you forwarded this to, but
He'll ask why you hesitated to pass it on to your friends.