Saturday 2 April 2011

Brown, black, white, yellow, red, purple, blue, and orange!



Red, purple and blue people? Those ones made me laugh. I have never seen a naturally purple, red, orange, or blue person in my life. Of course, people look orange when they're over-tanned, or some people turn 'blue' in the face when they are sick, but that's where it ends. No one is actually born these colours in real life, not unless Avatar is real-life. But these are all colours that are ascribed to whole races and peoples. It does not help that these colours, and the people that are said to wear them, are associated with certain qualities, good or bad, real or imagined.

It might not change anything now to talk about trying to dismiss these unrealistic colours or making them more true-to-skin, but it would be really great if people would stop and think about the colour labels pasted on them and others.

Recently, I took to wearing white and black to make a statement. It was either I was beginning to seem like an ordinary white-and-black fashion lover or the message was clearly not hitting home, because no one stopped to ask me why I was almost always dressed in black and white, or complete black, from shoulder to feet. Even my friends and acquaintances did not seem to find it odd. Maybe, I should have attached a board that read, “If I wear/were black, you shouldn't be able to see my face'. If a 'white' person is actually white, then, he should be as white as the colour white. Where does truthfulness, honesty, and correctness, whether political or otherwise feature in this colour coding?

On more than one occasion, I have had to describe myself as black, basically because that's what society tags me as; many forms ask if you're black, white, etcetera. If only the colours actually matched the skins.

I have had to compare my skin colour with the real 'black' colour I ought to be. It turns out I'm definitely browner than I am black. There are in fact people who are actually black skinned, but not all 'black' people are black-skinned. It is also ironic that in Africa, you would have some people calling other people black or chocolate or fair; when in the larger society, everyone is 'black'. The way I see it, it is better to just call people by their actual race-names- African, European, Asian, and etcetera; or even by their nationalities.

So, does that mean that I should call myself brown, simply because in actual fact I am more brown-skinned than black skinned? I honestly wish I could, but there's another race occupying that slot. Describing yourself as African or European, or even Chinese, Malian, Brazilian, Egyptian, and etcetera seems to be inadequate.

Society calls me black, so that's what I must be?

Sunday 13 March 2011

Dancing when it seems you shouldn't

Don't mind the fact that I said 'you' in the title. It's actually me. But I want to hope that I'm not the only one who does that.

When I first heard Angelique Kidjo and Joss Stone's remix of 'Gimme shelter', I couldn't help myself, I danced (no, I don't want to go into details about my retro dance steps). But when I really settled down to think about it, I realised the contradiction. The song is actually about supporting people in a war-torn area.

Do you see what I mean?

But, it didn't take me long to realise that it was a good contradiction.

Let me explain myself. The most contemporary world-wide bad news is that of the tsunami in Japan. It's really a sad affair.

So what do we do? What can we do? At least we weren't directly affected. I mean, come on, mate, everyone knows that we are helpless against all these disasters. It has happened, it has happened, right? Right? If these views are right, then, my dancing is justified in a sense.

But, that wasn't the explanation I got from the experience of my 'inappropriate' dancing. The explanation I got was that I (and all of us) can do something to help those in need. Whether it is the limping dog across the street (make sure it isn't rabid) or the family who has lost their home to an unforeseen disaster in Timbuktu. It could be in form of sending money to support victims of the Japan tsunami, or working a shift for your colleague whose child is ill, or praying with and counselling that friend of yours who lost her parent, or... the list is endless.

We can actually help to ameliorate the extent of damage.
Listen to 'Gimme shelter' and dance with abandon, taking home the lesson that even when disater hits far or close to home, you can contribute your quota in making sure its effects on survivors are minimised. 
P.s. I'm sure many of you must have listened to the song before. It was released about four years ago, but I just discovered it this year!

Welcome to our world

Ah........ (that's the sound of me happy that I can even think up that first word).
I have started to write something for this post and ended up deleting them about five times. I guess it is not that easy to write an introduction about all things and everything. Believe me, the words are up there, but I seem not to be able to put them down appropriately. It's almost like a first-date scenario.

Ah........ (that's the sound of me finally knowing how to proceed).
The business of living itself is made up of several pieces of writing-worthy transactions. But, maybe I should start with one of the most pertinent transactions - communication.


Can you imagine not being able to communicate with anyone for a (very) long time... not even in reply to a status update on Facebook? 

Well, it would be incredibly sad. And that's just an understatement.

This then is a blog for friends and frenemies alike to communicate (mind you, I'm either of those to you, maybe even both).

Subsequent posts will discuss all and everything in life (I realise that's a little ambitious, but...)

Let me close by saying 'welcome to our world where we express ourselves and together strive to make sense of the everyday ups and downs of living'.

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