Of A Letter To Africa

Dear Africa

There’s defiance and determination in your depth.

They came, they saw and they conquered. They plundered, as they they convinced themselves they were bringing light to your dark shores.

mad scramble for Africa

They convinced you to believe your darkness was ugly and that your past was shameful and they would teach you real salvation, civilization and sophistication because the things worth striving for could only be found beyond over the seas.

AFRICA

They took bits of your soul, your blood and bones and created a restlessness in you. How can you be anything but restless when the bones of your ancestors lay displayed in museums in foreign lands, when descendants of your blood struggle to relate with you?

How can you prosper when you were taught that the spirits of your ancestors are demons and communing with them is to practice heathen ways and to invite evil into your life? Commune instead only with the Holy Ghost and the One True God

cavorting with evil

How can you advance when they saw all the magic and beauty in your ancestry and called it witchcraft? Parts of it could have been malevolent but it all got heaped up together with the benevolent and cast away like a nightmare bedtime story..

See how they broke you, they taught you how to read but only after they rewrote themselves into your history and all you know about your past is how they wrote it juxtapositioned with how your own tried to rewrite it back and the truth, well, the truth, lies lost somewhere in-between because no one owns the truth.

See how they made you shun the melanin in your skin, the kinks in your hair and how you bleach it out and straighten it out as you weave for yourself a whole new identity.

How comfortable are you in your skin when everyday a struggle to battle the uncertainities that were bred into you when they told you the colour of all things evil is dark and light is all things good.

There’s darkness in your past, a past that fills you with rage and shame, but it’s OK because if it did not it would mean you don’t remember where you came from. The past doesn’t have to define you but that doesn’t mean you should pretend it never happened or it did not change you

You have changed ……

Like a child learning to walk, your footprints are all over the place; neither neat nor straight as you struggle to find your roots and your place in the world.

footprints

They broke you but the cracks are healing, filled with something different, something stronger…….. Divergence

Africa remade

 

You are no longer whom you were nor whom they tried to turn you into, you are different. Find peace with the new you and your divergent flavours, from the dark roasted caramel to the milk rich vanilla and everything beneath all the layers that make you up……

diversity

You were unmade and now you are remade, embrace all your Divergence.

Africa Dawn

 

You have a story to tell, don’t let anyone tell it for you but most of all, don’t let anyone else tell you how to tell it, find your voice…….

All my love
My Africa, My Words

~B

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Of Hair Like Mine

 

I am still not my hair but people identify me via my hair, some people don’t even know my name, they just call me Rasta…..

My Hair.jpg

me from a year ago:

my afro locks

See my circle ….

My Circle

spot me

My hair is more than shoulder length.. and I still wake up like this….

I wake up like this

But having hair this long has its moments……..

hair tied.pngIts strange how when my hair was shorter, I used to find every reason to tie it up into a pony tail but not now….I prefer my hair free…

but I still get moments when:

A strand of hair moves over my arm or neck and my heart stops because you think it’s a spider or a snake….(o.o)

to be honest I was thinking more of the ghostly apparitions from the exorcist or insidious or conjuring or paranormal activity then decided you might relate more to spiders/snakes better than super natural entities…. A ghostly caress… goosebumps

When I bite a burger, I have to pay extra attention, its very easy for a strand of hair to get entangled and find its way into my mouth….., it doesn’t taste very good…..

Pay special attention, when I brush my teeth, I have to tie up my  hair unless I want my locks toothpaste coloured.. which I don’t…

And little kids are such terrorists… They will grab hold and not let go…..

And then there is that moment when a random stranger says:

“Omg I love your hair”
You  are all tongue tied trying to figure the best way to say “thank you”
And they tell “Hey, I am a hair dresser I can retouch your hair…. “(o.O)
So was the compliment real or just a means lie to get your attention cause if they wanna redo your hair it looks horrible……

What crazy moments has your hair gotten you into..???

~B

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