1. Don’t make a mistake. Ever. Your mortality could depend on it.
2. Don’t play with/carry anything that marginally resembles a weapon. Even if it is quite clearly a toy. In your hand it’s a weapon.
3. As soon as you are born, you are a threat. Male or female, child or adult, you’re all the same and you will be eliminated if you breathe out of line.
4.There is no amount of education you can pump yourself with to wipe out racial prejudice against your blackness. When it comes down to it, a gun does not distinguish between who has a degree and who doesn’t. If you’re on that mountaintop, ski down it.
No doubt it’s been an interesting past few weeks. Heck…year even…but let’s stick with the past few weeks for now.
I just really felt like sharing some of my opinions, despite my recent vow of abstinence in that department. Turns out…I like having my say, I like sharing it, and I like the risk of abuse that comes with it.
I was so happy about this…for about 2 seconds, after which I realised the sky high promises that had been made to ensure our unity as Great Britain. Admittedly, I did not follow any of the campaign. I just knew that some Scots wanted to be an independent country. As a person with family members who are Scots…but no. Let me not act like that in any way shape or form influenced my interest or lack thereof in this matter at all. That was almost my ‘but I have a friend who is black’ card. It doesn’t mean anything. Back to the matter, open and close…
It’s been 4 years since I started this blog. Ordinarily that would be a cause for celebration but I just have so many…
When will a black body be equal to a white one?
When will justice deign to include every race and not just one?
When will we be allowed the right to express our fury, anger and frustration without being labelled as the ‘savages’ that they always knew we were?
Why do they always require the expression of our pain to be muted, strangled & DIGNIFIED?
I don’t even have any preamble for this post. It is what it is. There’s been a really concerning trend and level of disclosure of personal information that I’ve witnessed on social media recently, and it alarmed me. A couple of things to consider:
On yer bike!
This week marked the ignominious departure of Manchester United manager David Moyes in a blaze of derision, scorn, and religious praise.
I feel conflicted about this, because even though he had it coming (breaking records of failure to the extent only the ‘specialist in failure’ has excelled him), I’m not quite sure he deserved the level of abuse he got since his departure. Social media in particular, has been unrepentant in the fervour of its attack, and when you have betting franchises adding to the insult with stunts like this: Caption: David Moyes, For services to Liverpool Football Club
you have to start calling it what it is…[cyber] bullying/vindictive.
This week I decided to spice up my twitter timeline a little, inspired by Teju Cole’s infamous Small Fates series. I remember reading them at the time and wondering how anyone managed to pack so much emotion and drama into 140 characters. It was pure brilliance. So I decided to challenge myself and see what I could do.
It really just started as a test to see if I could do a few general stories and make them sound even marginally coherent. But as I came to the end of my first bunch on Monday morning, I thought ‘Yolo’, and decided to carry on for the rest of the week every morning. It was a nice distraction from the predictable rages of the morning commute and a good challenge.
In terms of difficulty, at first it was quite difficult to come up with several stories in the space of 30-40 minutes, but I found the more I did them, the easier it became. Continue reading
This post is literally what it says on the tin. I’ve been busy recently and I haven’t really had time to structure a new post in my usual way, but I still wanted to share a few unsophisticated thoughts, observances and small small shade.
Area one : Life-changing realisation
My ‘life-changing’ realisation is the beauty and importance of quality time with yourself in silence. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately by technology to the point it was making me irritable, not because I resented those I was communicating with, rather the method we were using. I began to feel like a crack addict who desperately wants to give it all up but doesn’t know how. I realised that I didn’t even know how to sit in silence without a computer on, show playing, phone pinging/ringing for more than a few minutes. I’d start reading a book, but then I’d be checking my phone, then I’d get into a conversation, and the time I had appointed for book reading alone would be swallowed up before I knew it. Frustration central. So…I decided to start to let some calls go to voicemail, reply to messages later when I felt like it, and not monitor my social media channels so doggedly. Moral of the story is, I was able to expand myself in other areas, I mentally felt better and uplifted, and I was able to enjoy and cherish silence. The peace of it all helped me counteract the negative energy I sometimes had due to feeling like I had no time to think for myself, which at times was developing into muted anxiety. My advice to everyone is to cultivate the habit of regular time-outs for yourself. And learn how to say ‘no’ when you’re overloaded. Your mental state will thank you for it.