Above are the only words that make sense from you. And why do they maker sense? Because they represent a confession of what ails you. The truth about the mental ailment troubling you had to come out. One way or another...even if you had to believe that in describing yourself, you were talking about someone else. Ignorance is what makes you continue regurgitating myths and fictions as if they were fact. In truth, you are no different from those bleck muguns of 19th century Africa who believed that the oyinbo was a god simply because he had a gun that could shoot several bullets without reloading. Low self-esteem is what causes you, a Yoruba female, to speak ill of the Yoruba as if they were an alien species to you. Once more, that superstition-based and intrinsically backward mind-set has you believing that if you can be as racist to your own people as the oyinbo, you will acquire those qualities of oyinbo that you covet. But tell me, what is your actual status among the children of Israel? And if you are as assimilated into the hebrew race as your pretensions here would have us believe, why are you still here in a place frequented by Yoruba? Why are you not spending all your free time with your hebrew brothers and sisters? Or could it be that it is only on the internet that you are able to play the role of Sister Yahwehto - the negroid hebrew? You can copy and paste as much hebrew gobledgook as you like. That will not change what you are. And the sad thing is, even though you may be too far gone to know this, the oyinbo people that you are trying to become a part of will never overlook it. After all, how can they miss it? It is right there in the complexion, big lips, and kinky hair that you are hiding under the Planet of the Apes wig.