What is fear to a child of God? A medium to keep our eyes off Jesus. We all know the story about Peter joining Jesus to walk on water. The highlight of that story for me is when Peter “took his eyes off” Jesus. Let me repeat that. When Peter took his eyes off Jesus […]
From the whole PJS team.
I drafted this yesterday forgetting that ECG still has power. Forgive the lateness. Happy read!
Troski Journal is an initiative structured by the photography prodigy, Daniel Bonsu which seeks to tell the interesting stories of the unheard people of society. Today is troski journal day. All it takes to be a part of this movement is a simple camera (snapchat worked fine for me) and a lot of courage which you will need when approaching someone you feel has an interesting story the whole world should hear. So this is how I kicked off my troski journal vibe.
Today I had a real conversation with Prince. Who is Prince? Good question! Well if you knew him, my TJR (TroskiJournalRun) would have been pointless. Prince is my favourite coconut seller. I’ve know him for quite a while but never really conversed with him. I first approached him not because I wanted coconut but because he was selling coconut at airport Junction. I mean who does that?
I discovered one shocking fact speaking to Prince today about his business and that has to do with his earnings. Regardless the day, his target of selling 100 coconut is executed. In short, after paying off from wholesale, he makes a profit of GHc70 on bad day. Practically speaking, that will be GHc490 a week, Ghc1,960 a month and accumulatively, GHc23,520 a year by litterally just sitting under his umbrella. Good Lord! Prince may have been unfortunate not to have had any formal educational experience in his early life but his coconut business earns more than a Ghanaian teacher’s salary a year.
It has always buffled me why Barclac Bank entertains his venture in front of their office at Airport Junction but whatever it is taught me a good lesson today.
Prince is smart!
Be like Prince!
Ps: This is not an excuse to flung out of school.
Say it when I’m gone, but as far as I am, I must fight it to death. Put me in the judge’s seat and “Black Man, Black Sense” would serve a life sentence. But it does not even qualify for that; it’s a mere phrase. Honestly, it drills holes in my patience; it has become the frame when anyone pictures our minds and I hate it. I hope it had the ears to hear me say it and the arms to embrace.
The spite – “What else do you expect? Black Man Black Sense.” See, I could roar my anger about the phrase. The thousandth time it was said was the thousand and first time I hated it. You know, I have no grudge against people detecting the cursed behaviours of Africans and criticizing it. But that all negativity in conduct is associated with the “dark skin” and moreover, the colour black, gets pain knocking on my bone. The most painful part of it all is that these spiteful statements were self generated. “De3 wodua na wotwa.” You won’t sow statements of grief and reap joy. There’s no soil that supports that. So the mindset of associating black with all the moonwalks is slowly killing us and we are not even aware of the mansions we are building in the cemetery. Because once you have a dark skin, the probability of saying “I can. I’m able” is a negative zero per cent. This is unacceptable.
For a month of Sundays now, this has been the albatross around the neck of Africa and it flies in the face of the image the forefathers fought for. It has placed the image behind broken mirrors. It has gained roots in every nook and cranny of the world and this is very appalling. Everything black is now the waste of it all. The colour black is the face of the evils of Lucy in cultural movies. This is how far it has come. That curse must not continue. It must be halted.
This is not what we were made for. We are not curses but we are making ourselves fall prey to curses. Our skin doesn’t make us less. It makes us more. If it takes the night to see the brightness of the stars, then we are black only so that the light in us can be that bright. We are those slates that make the white chalk visible. But what do we say about ourselves? Behaviour has made us fall prey to wrong definition of the colour. Attitudes prove slavery. But well, condemn the attitude, but leave the colour of the skin out of it. Black has no hand in this. If it is suffering we are seeing, everybody could be in our shoes..the only thing is everybody doesn’t have our kind of bad mindset. We find the truth in the phrase because we want to. We say and look forward to it happening. Tell me. Is it not true that for every achievement of the dark skin, we are always peeping through the windows – watching out – for the next tiny fault so we can complain about? Just because we do not even know how capable we are; all because of the way that ‘silly’ phrase continues to be in the king’s seat. We play Thomases to destinies; “until we have seen it, we can’t believe it”. Statements like this are the reason. They shut us up, telling us we are no good. This blackhood is an inner war because wisdom told me sin was never harmful till Adam knew about it. We are not like we portray, naturally. It is just that we are too aware of our negative side and too much of our flaws (floors) that we doubt even if we can jump, let alone soar. Negativity is the drive, with all the plusses in the backseat. The statement is the cause for mistrust in our abilities. Our confessions against ourselves is the only weapon that can hurt us. Come out of that mindset. Don’t be proud to be weak.
We do not defend the colour for the sake of it. We do because it is a beautiful covering of the spirit inside.
Our motherland breastfed us with a heritage whose taste we should never forget – that skin is covering. What is inside is what matters.
Don’t draw conclusions just because you have looked at the body face value. We are a different shade of dark skin. Black with an identity, who never plays atheist to his inside. We define black anew. So pay attention to our exploits and learn. Welcome to a healthy mentality where we think vitamins because orange – ‘fruit’fulness – is the new black. No vain in our veins. The blood that was shed runs through us and is what defines us.
We have always been niggas to what they thought. Well that’s enough. Who they knew died years ago. This is the time where beauty has been born in us. We realize the identity God gave and now we come ready. I have no problem how they have pictured us; as nothing good and all, but this skin is the perfect protection of the beauty inside and I can assure you that “we gonn’ be alright” when we pimp that butterfly.
To begin with, “blackbeauty” is a single word. Yes, I know this violates English grammatical laws. Even Word clearly disagrees by waving its red line underneath each time I type it as though it was a matador but hey! Science defies existing laws to create new ones. My idea therefore is to make society let go off the old concept; to embrace the new “errors”; the “imperfections”, the new law— the blackbeauty. Blackbeauty is a project that I decided to embark on because popular culture has doped the minds of people, especially the youth, with the wrong ideology that the elements that beauty comprises of are exclusive to certain physical features. Beauty is not subjective. Countless times society tells us, “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.” Then we hear the same society say, “you’re beautiful just the way you are.” This is the moment you fold your arms and smirk your lips in a rather confused way. What am I driving at? Okay, just go on Google and type “beautiful people” or “beautiful women”, go to images and come back to this read. By now you should have perceived the intended purpose of this campaign. It’s sad that the world has a ubiquitous definition of beauty. But this is not the prime purpose of the blackbeauty campaign. Contrary to the preconceived notion given by the word itself, blackbeauty actually has very little to do with skin complexion. Blackbeauty encompasses culture; heritage, our roots— the core of our individuality— Africa’s bond. “Africa is blackbeauty.” – Kaslee-Foh Nathalie. Until this message is understood, we have a cause to protest. So whether light-skinned, albino or dark-skinned, plump or skinny, tall or short, once you’re African, you’re blackbeauty.
David Damoah Boanuh(Gospel)
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“I started as a rapper. My ambition was so vague that when I begun spoken word, I didn’t even know that was what it was called. To me it was just rap without rhythm. But with time I developed it so yes you can call it divine. everything I do i relation to poetry is spirit led”
“The idea to create magic with the pencil dawned on me when I realized there was a greater extent to which I could take the art by experimenting with new techniques and media in art. I draw inspiration from exploring the works of great artists in history such as Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Van Gogh, among others.”