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I Am A Marvel

I am a marvel…

No really, I am.

Quiet there in the back, Zelda and Tsarina – I can hear you smirking and whispering examples from here.

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!

Where's MightWally?
Where’s MightWally?
Taking a break from freaking out the peoples of Czechoslovakia and Hungary back in 1991.



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.
This is where you click on Page 2. Trust me, it’s all part of the Clicking Through the Pages Weekly Writing Challenge.

19 thoughts on “I Am A Marvel

  1. I like this post. When I went on holiday to Fiji, my friends and I rented a car and drove half way round the island and stopped in at a school (I don’t remember why. I don’t think it’s a normal tourist thing to stop at schools!) which was full of little Indian children. I don’t think they had ever seen white people before, the way they were hiding from us and creeping out, looking ever so curious. Fiji is full of dark skinned, fuzzy haired Fijian folk, and Indians (from India, not North America). It was just an awesome experience. We even drew a map of Australia on the board to illustrate where we were from.

    1. Nice one, strawbs. I love it when you meet people and your very existence challenges what they understand about people. This sounds like it was a lot of fun. And now you too an amazing story that people are sharing!

      1. 🙂 Do you have any holidays planned for the near future? I would still love to hear about your most recent little getaway. Hubby and I are going to Brisbane for a wedding in October and have booked flights, accommodation and hire car. I can’t bloody wait! lol

      2. Nice one. I love Brisbane – there’s just something about it.

        Auburn and I have talked about trying to do a holiday later this year. If the health will allow for travel, I’m definitely up for giving it a go.

        I am almost finished writing up about my trip to Siena, Will hopefully be published in the next week(ish), so keep an eye out.

      3. I can’t wait to read about it. I am delighted that you and Auburn are planning another trip and I hope your health holds up for it!!!! Where are you considering?

  2. Great post – beautifully written and witty and true to the Daily Post challenge. I was riveted and couldn’t wait to “turn” the page to find out what happened next – exactly the purpose of the challenge 🙂

    1. Thank you, draliman. I am glad that you enjoyed the post as I enjoyed writing it. And thanks to the writing challenge, I now have a new trick to play with.

  3. I am a slow but fantastic old lady new to the Internet and hoping to become a friend of yours. Your sense of humor and strength are amazing! Personally, I am more of bitcher and complainer but it doesn’t do any good so I pretend to be sort of nice. Usually. You are a bright light even to the complainers. Thank you. Midwest Gramma.

    1. Dear Midwest Gramma (Is it OK if I call you this? I really like the word ‘Gramma’),

      Thank you so much for your kind comments. I bitch and complain when I need to too. I just find that laughing through my experiences wherever possible works better for me. I roar when things get too much – both literally and through my words, but that laughter – with myself and others – adds a layer of relief and refreshment that is hard to beat.

      What can I say? I am a stubborn one. As far as I’m concerned, I ain’t dead yet and so what I demand is LIFE! Mere existence is not enough.

      I look forward to getting to know a ‘slow but fantastic old lady’ as she sounds interesting to know.

      Keep in touch,


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