The weather is just perfect, a little crisp but sunny and cloudless and I find myself in the train on my way to work. On such a beautiful day, I imagine I could have been at the beach, not in the water though. There’s nothing like gazing at the ocean and marvelling at the vast greatness of it, kind like star gazing another one of my chill out exercises.
Anyway the highlight of today was bolting out of work in a mad dash for the train...don’t like public transport sometimes and of course when you’re in a hurry Murphy’s Law dictates that they’d be someone dragging their fat as* as at the speed of a snail. Reason for the hurry is that I had to make it to uni before 5 to hand in an assignment with a measly grade, after hustling to get to the train and running in heels from the station to uni (forget going to my room to change 1st) I am glad (relieved and tired) to say I got it in at a minute before 5, talk about cutting it close.
Anyway went back home for a quick shower and snack before my class which I slept through. Dead tired. Walked in and off to bed now.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
The importance of being black
The Slave Shift
I have been working the slave shift and I ain’t paid sh*t. That’s what comes to mind when I think of my job and what’s most upsetting is that one of the partners had the gall to tell me I was lucky to be there because of my skin colour....oh really. In this day and age, if he had said that he was looking at someone else’s stellar resume I wouldn’t have been so pissed but the fact that he went and told me that when he liked my resume when he saw it, but didn’t like my skin colour is a bit out of line.
Honestly I know that I'm the only person of colour in a 25 storey building and do not need someone making me feel self conscious about that fact. I love being who I am but I do not think I should be defined by the colour of my skin. I am balck and I am proud.
I have been working the slave shift and I ain’t paid sh*t. That’s what comes to mind when I think of my job and what’s most upsetting is that one of the partners had the gall to tell me I was lucky to be there because of my skin colour....oh really. In this day and age, if he had said that he was looking at someone else’s stellar resume I wouldn’t have been so pissed but the fact that he went and told me that when he liked my resume when he saw it, but didn’t like my skin colour is a bit out of line.
Honestly I know that I'm the only person of colour in a 25 storey building and do not need someone making me feel self conscious about that fact. I love being who I am but I do not think I should be defined by the colour of my skin. I am balck and I am proud.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Black men
What is wrong with black men as fathers, such disappointments? I love my brothers but I hope as hell they do not end up like the man who moonlights as our father. As far as being one he has been an absolute failure, leaving our mother to fend for us by herself and coming back like a dark cloud...full of promises of rain but never delivering then finally leaving for good. Children always think that they are in the wrong because of what is said to them etc, well my father did the best he could to break me. “you’ll never find a man,” “you’ll never keep a man,” “you’re worthless,” I noticed that these words though just words had been deeply ingrained in me that I did not notice them until I met my current boyfriend (He is by Heather Headley comes to mind when I think of him), it’s sad and good that he has been able to help me undo years of verbal abuse. Sad because no little girl thinks her daddy will hurt her, good because I have learnt to trust and believe in myself, suppose that’s the funny thing about being in love, you see yourself in the eyes of the person you love and in them you learn to look at yourself differently.
And for father’s day Barak made a statement a lot of people thought was talking down to African Americans, but it’s true...men should stick around and be good fathers. I suppose that’d be a reason I’d vote for him...he’d make a great father of the nation.
In the current issue of Essence Mo’Nique, God bless her, tells of her abuse and how no one did anything especially her father who is supposed to protect her. I am so sick and tired of this patriarchal society, and funny thing is I am not even a feminist. Do men know how much they affect their children...now you hear a new Fritzl case every second day. Are there any decent fathers out there?!!!!
Much love for my sisters, you are all my superwomen.
And for father’s day Barak made a statement a lot of people thought was talking down to African Americans, but it’s true...men should stick around and be good fathers. I suppose that’d be a reason I’d vote for him...he’d make a great father of the nation.
In the current issue of Essence Mo’Nique, God bless her, tells of her abuse and how no one did anything especially her father who is supposed to protect her. I am so sick and tired of this patriarchal society, and funny thing is I am not even a feminist. Do men know how much they affect their children...now you hear a new Fritzl case every second day. Are there any decent fathers out there?!!!!
Much love for my sisters, you are all my superwomen.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Weekend
It has been a slow weekend, catching up with a long lost friend and indulging in our favorite activity (window shopping), catching up with chores and going to a night mass.
Nothing like the sound of the choir to soothe troubled minds. The homily was rather interesting...it was the 11th hour. The parable of how a vineyard owner paid workers who started work early the same wage as those who had started late. Of course in today's society we would see that as being unfair because of how we are brought up believing in what's equitable. That said this demonstrates how divine He is to be so generous. Food for thought.
Nothing like the sound of the choir to soothe troubled minds. The homily was rather interesting...it was the 11th hour. The parable of how a vineyard owner paid workers who started work early the same wage as those who had started late. Of course in today's society we would see that as being unfair because of how we are brought up believing in what's equitable. That said this demonstrates how divine He is to be so generous. Food for thought.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Growing Pains
At the end of angst filled teenage years you'll emerge a new person, go to uni, no more outbreaks, awkward moments when talking to boys, lots of parties and sex, and no nagging parents. Well uni has fulfilled 1 promise..definitely no nagging parents, they are in another state, and there are definitely lots of parties to go to(I mean the weekend starts on Thursday). About the sex...that's a lie, so are the awkward moments (I just choked when I spoke to THE hottest guy in my class) and the breakouts...well I am damn near adulthood and I'm still dealing with acne*sigh*
Having said that I have decided to hate uni. I have been in it for way too long. I love orientation though, watching the newbies in their awkward shuffle looking for familiar faces, I suppose it's the same as 1st day of class. You walk in, hope you'll see a familiar face ...a safety net. Unfortunately this fall I do not have that luxury, instead I am stuck with the nastiest popular girls in my program “The Barbies.” The Barbies are like well Barbie only they are not all blonde and definitely not leggy. What annoys me so much about them is they want the lecturer's attention, and they want the class no the world to know how this class relates to their very being, they are a vapid bunch at best.
Unfortunately for my 1st class I was stuck behind them, with their non stop chatter. The lecture dragged on but at least I got through it with some knowledge regarding how the government taxes its citizens...yes riveting stuff I know. Now I have to go and prepare for another class, the 1st week at uni....great my life suddenly seems bleak. I need a holiday.
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