I am black.
They call my continent black.
I watched programmes on my television where I see people who don’t have the color of my skin do wonderful things and I ask myself. ‘Did we commit a crime during the process of our making? Maybe we did. And our punishment was that our colors would be changed from white to black’.As a kid, I always wanted to reverse my days and sleep during the day of the crime in order to avoid being black. I grew up. My black friends started changing. Wow. ‘What’s happening?’ ‘He was black some days ago’. God when? I relocated to a new location. I travelled to the city of the whites. ‘I am in heaven. Time to resolve my crime and become white again’. I tried using the internet which was made by a white man to check on how to become white. I saw different ways to change my skin color, but my moral standards said no. I had no option. My crime will live with me forever. I sat on my bed thinking. ‘My friends traveled to this land and now they are white. I am here. I am not white. Why? What is the problem with me?’ I pondered and tried to figure out possible solutions to my crime. No way. Okay, I’d live with this.
I got a job in a white company. I had the qualifications to work as the manager. I wasn’t given the chance to do so. ‘This is not right. I am a professional in my field and I see no reason why I shouldn’t be given this post’. My complaints were like prisoners who lived in the prison cell and had the inability to see the light of the day. I accepted the little offer posed on me as a professional. I worked and worked. I earned $4,000 annually. I was not satisfied with my job and I needed a change.
I met a friend. My friend is BLACK. Grey is Black. We met in a white land and were the only black workers in the facility. I nicknamed him ‘BLACK GREY’. Black Grey was down to earth (the normal attributes of a black man our aged parents told us about), cheerful and always had a bright smile on his face. Black Grey taught me the joy in Black. He said, ‘All black men are special. Man, woman, boy, and girl. We have the ability to work and perform excellently under trying circumstances. I am proud Black’. I felt the joy in his words when he talked about the black tribe. He was the black diamond among the whites.
Many people today are living in a world of pain due to their color. They are molested, cheated and even abused because they are born black. Do not encourage this. Appreciate your color and let your light radiate through it.🔰
Divine is a writer, a drummer and a student of Industrial Mathematics in the University of Lagos. This piece above talks about Racism. Racism divided the world, the black are no longer proud of their skin, this shouldn’t be so. This piece is everything 💜