I am a marvel…
No really, I am.
This is not about me being big headed or anything, I am just acknowledging the wondrous creation that I am.
I was born to a people whose first blessing was in the colour of their skin. And my parents taught me to accept and love my colouring and to strive to live my dreams despite the restrictions that others would attempt to bind me with through it.
They gave me pride in my complexion then sent me out into the weird and wonderful places of the world: like Czechoslovakia (before they separated) – and Newcastle!
So there I am travelling New Zealand: a darkie in a country where their ethnic folk are lighter than me by several shades of beige. I am the dark chocolate to their Caramac if you will.
A country where a presenter (Paul Holmes) actually called Kofi Annan (the then United Nations Secretary-General) a “cheeky darkie” during an internationally broadcast radio interview!!!!! I wish that I had heard that one.
For those nine months, my tinted features and I caused shock and fascination to a range of people in ways unexpected and phenomenal. Here are a few examples.
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