Teaching religion to children can be quite tricky. Their natural inquisitive minds tear right through walls of dogma. Initially, I thought it would be a piece of cake. I learned religion the way my forefathers learned their religion from the conquering colonials.
It was shoved through their throats.
Picture this: glowing white men with bayonets and guns came off a boat with their fancy gay dress. They arrived in this archipelago which was humid and hot and they were stinking and sweating and they saw the native residents enjoying themselves walking around half-naked.
The fancy pants men were envious of the half-naked men and called them savages. Continue reading