How does it feel to wear a trouser so huge and hollow like a windsock?
Does wearing it feel like boarding a KAB 623A?
Standing by the road it shakes like flags of Caribbean by a mere contact with the wind!
Okay, what about those brief pieces of trousers thin as a rake, when squeezed in it you seem on competition with a sausage!
How does it feel to have logs of dead hair on top of your head in the name of dreadlocks!
When you visit your neighbor in the village they must keep casting burning suspicious glances on you, seeming to shout, “don’t elopes with our tiny black and white Te- elevation!
What about taking a shave that leaves a shiny and slippery playground on top there and bushy moustache under that airport leaving an African
How does it feel to wear those humongous shoes that leaves you with lopsided gait like a shoe bomber!
Or for ladies, wobbling into the highlifted shoes that forces you to tiptoe the whole day and with all metals on your body notoriously ringing like Jingle bells!
You may have a tinge of the African ointment with sprinkled westerners complexion. The other one may be crowned with every touch of Grade-A overpopulated melanin.
Whatever the feeling, whatever the perception, it is different from a different eye!
In personality, background, nature, dressing, speaking, we are different!
Don’t force me to whisper like you do when I’m loud and amplified at vocal chords!
Some are enthusiastic while others are enthuseriastic (serious) 😂.
While some are buried in the thicket of their beds by 7pm, those who would rather see 3 from the night than morning, are turning for round 2 slumber voyage at 7 am!
Without mentioning the snorting who must turn every night into a snore-fest you know!
Some from the town,and African culture is a torture, agriculture is bitter but their porridge is bitter water.
Those of the village, agriculture is leisure.
Don’t be offended when waiting for them at the Anniversary towers and they find themselves lost at uhuru park they must saunter back to Afya center to trace their roots.
There are things you cant change about yourself and you don’t even need to. Yes, the version of you called personality cannot change but can only be adjusted where necessary.
Don’t try to be any person. Don’t shed off melanin to become white so that he can fall in love with you!
Don’t feign slow, detailed and even-keel when you are spontaneous, boisterous and adventurous.
They say you’re too short, compared to who?
Comparing the tall with a flag post, he’s a dwarf!
He isn’t less spiritual because he can’t shout when preaching, He isn’t a spiritual dwarf because he can’t tell you “I can see, I can see!”
Love who you are, be
grateful that God made you you and show that God never made a failure.
Don’t force the girl you imagine into the girl she is. If she ain’t the queen you seek be still and give her room!
She can be dark but with a bright future!
He’s a gentleman enough when he shows you his leeward side. He also needs some shielding. Prodding his pocket way too far will tear it!
Accept who he is, Accept who she is
Love/him or her!
Together challenge each other to become a better version not a different version!
Provided we read from the same script.
That in matters of strength, we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us.
That in matters of outlook, we are fearfully and wonderfully made!
That in matters of identity, we are a new creation in the Lord Jesus Christ!
The rest is diversity, it is beauty!