You guys know how suspect social media is, how creepy, that unholy triumvirate of Google, Facebook and Apple are, together with all the bit players and bottom feeders who feed their horrible machine. I have another even creepier in the works, but for now I will tell you about Amber and how she came into my afrocentric life.
Have I told you about my crush on Kaiserin Victoria, Empress of Germany?? I don't know if that crush is still present, but I did have one in the past and I suspect I still do. Read on.
ExhibitD: Benjamin Franklin, "Observations Concerning the Increase of Mankind, Peopling of Countries, etc.", 175
Which leads me to add one Remark: That the Number of purely white People in the World is proportionably very small. All Africa is black or tawny. Asia chiefly tawny. America (exclusive of the new Comers) wholly so. And in Europe, the Spaniards, Italians, French, Russians and Swedes, are generally of what we call a swarthy Complexion; as are the Germans also, the Saxons only excepted, who with the English, make the principal Body of White People on the Face of the Earth. I could wish their Numbers were increased. And while we are, as I may call it, Scouring our Planet, by clearing America of Woods, and so making this Side of our Globe reflect a brighter Light to the Eyes of Inhabitants in Mars or Venus, why should we in the Sight of Superior Beings, darken its People? why increase the Sons of Africa, by Planting them in America, where we have so fair an Opportunity, by excluding all Blacks and Tawneys, of increasing the lovely White and Red? But perhaps I am partial to the Complexion of my Country, for such Kind of Partiality is natural to Mankind.
This post is about the stories of four girls, young women actually, but I would rather describe them as girls because it was as girls that their lives were hampered. It was as girls their growth, self-awareness, self-exploration was arrested. In having these experiences they are reclaiming their lost childhood, experiencing themselves as God and evolution intended they should. A great deal of our learning and self-discovery comes from our bodies' interaction with nature, not just from social interaction, which in their case has been the source of a lot of unhappiness.
Is Hodan reading my blog? Is she? Is she stalking my blog? As soon as I update the blog with Syama's latest, Hodan responds with a stunning photo. You should see the awesome, true, flawless melanin. I swear the woman must be stalking my blog. Does she think I am cheating on her or something?
She must have noticed that I haven't yet created a Hodan - Best of 2018. My bad. I am certain she uploaded it just to make me aware than I haven't finished some 2018 work. I get that and I most abjectly and grovellingly apologize. Here you are my love in all your melanated glory.
Goddess Heaven!! Just a few days ago Syama uploaded some photos and within one minute, yes within one minute it appeared on my Instagram. One minute!! As in 60 seconds!!
Can you imagine that? I don't know what good deeds I may have performed to merit such good fortune.
These photos are so beautiful I have to save them for posterity. Yes, because people change their minds and hide or delete their very best photos (Hodan knows who I mean). Life has never the same since Syama deleted her Facebook and Mangala-vati trimmed her feed. These photos are enough to keep me in clover for life. Posterity will thank me for appropriating these photos.
This is a book on my thoughts on Colourism and I suppose this is my own foreword to my own book. It isn't a book yet, but I intend to organize it better. I have been thinking of the issue of colourism for quite a while, and I feel that I won't be at peace until I compose my thoughts about it properly. What has bothered me most is the feeling that it is not being tackled the right way, that most of the people discussing are not proceeding from the viewpoint of reforming society.
I was searching for something and I saw a thumbnail with a beautiful sister, and asked myself "Who is this sister, and why I haven't heard or seen her before?" It turns out it was Angie Stone in a song called Wish I Didn't Miss You, not that I knew her before that, but because I didn't know about her music but I had heard her name before in relation to an assault charge brought against her by her daughter
Something about Pierre Mignard's painting of Louise de Keroualle featuring the negro girl has never sat well with me.
To put it blankly, it seems that the painter didn't care much about expressing her femininity,with her hair so short, uncoiffed and not wearing earrings (for us Africans, girls must wear earrings). Well the mystery seems to have been solved. It is really about the pearls and coral she profers to Louise de Keroualle.