How Black Do You Feel? ✊🏾

Recently I have become more aware of the black culture and it’s dynamic that goes way back centuries ago. This was more or less brought about from watching the tv series Blackish which is hands-down amazing. It’s not just funny but also quite motivating and inspirational especially to Black Americans. It’s able to bring out so many diverse aspects that distinguish black people in America from the white folks. Watching it really got me thinking about being black but not just for those living in the states but for me as an African, what exactly being black means to me.

Let’s be honest, being Black here isn’t much of the big deal because that’s exactly what stands out about all of us. It’s what unites us as African setting aside all our cultural differences. The colour of our skin is what makes us black Africans. For black Americans,its a constant struggle for them to feel equal and not undermined just because of the pigment of their skin. Thank God, racism in Africa isn’t something as rapid and fast evolving as it is in America .It’s quite admirable how much they fight for their rights as equals in the states and they are completely deserving of equality because their colour shouldn’t be a defining factor for any sort of degradation towards them.

Now here in Africa, what divides us might not be the colour of our skin but it’s other things that are still just as petty. For example tribe & gender among other countless things. I’m not here to rant on how much we suck for stooping to levels so low we banter over something as meager as what tribe we are from. I’m here to trace back what makes me uniquely black as an African. To be quite honest, I’m only now becoming aware of how much my Blackness matters to me. As a child, I wasn’t raised to be aware of it or conscious of it. I was raised quite the opposite. I was raised with the mindset of a completely urban culturally woke sort of American sense of thought and culture. I was raised to know I wasn’t completely meant to be African, let alone Kenyan. My mama always aspired to have my family and I move to the states at quite a very young age and a lot of my childhood had an American aspect incorporated in it. From the way I was dressed, to the way I speak and communicate (I’m sure now most of you can tell why I talk the way I do 😁).It went as far as to how I grew up and how I perceived the world. I don’t mean to say I regret how I was raised, on the contrary, I wouldn’t change it for the world because from that, I wouldn’t be as intellectually smart and aware of life as I am now. I probably wouldn’t know how to express myself through blogging like I do now. I’m sourly grateful to my mum especially for wanting more for me and my sister and if that meant not being completely aware of my African self, so be it. I’m learning it now anyway so it’s a win win for me.

So now, I’m trying to pick up the small things that I proudly acknowledge that make me African, a Black African .One of the things that really stands out quite a lot is the countless ass whoppings I got as a child… This I can honestly say ,if your mama or dad didn’t whip your ass as a child, a part of you cancels itself off as an African child. Ass whoppings are completely African. It’s sort of a crucial rite of passage to adulthood because that’s the only way discipline ever got through to me and all the other African children. Grounding kids is what I refer to white people shit🙄. Circumcision is another very distinct African cultural practice that is carried out in so many African countries. In previous years ,it was for both genders but now it’s reserved for boys as a rite of passage to young men. It’s regarded as quite degrading for a young African man to not be circumcised. Young girls were mainly nurtured by their mothers and vice versa for the boys. In the African culture, there were gender distributed roles for the females and males that are common across many different African cultures and communities. All this and more is what stands us out as black Africans. I’m gradually being more aware that I am grateful to have something that I’m able to refer to in relation to my culture as not just an African but as a black African. It allows me to feel proud of where my origin comes from. It’s gives me a sense of ownership and belonging. Being Black is a blessing, it’s a chance to be unique and special. How Black do you feel? ✌🏿

One response to “How Black Do You Feel? ✊🏾”

  1. I don’t feel at all black, and if the DNA tests are accurate, then I’m feeling as I should. Having said that — I think it’s beautiful and wonderful to love who you are, what your culture is, to see places where compassion should be utilized and injustices torn down. I’m not gonna lie ‘Black Panther’ totally made me rethink some of the ugly things that my elders had tried to beat into my stubborn head. And listening to Trevor Noah’s ‘Born a Crime’ has made me laugh, cry and wonder more than I would have thought possible.

    There will be things that I’m never going to understand. I’m (mostly) okay with that. I try to reach out to people with the respect that I’d like, and it works pretty dang well. It’s also wonderful to be able to ask about a person’s beliefs or history, and learn something I never expected to.

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