A Poem From Way Back (God Knows When)

There's no war between us
Because I can't win this fight
I'm on the losing side
A battle of the mind
My heart can't decide
My soul is giving in
There's no war between us

You've disarmed me with your bullet of words
And my heart has no amour any more
I've been warned many times before
Never let your guard down
All those walls, then what is love for?

Little did I know, behind those suitor's eyes
The disillusionment of my own demise
Infatuation can be a strange device
Faltering all the plans I ever had

There are no blue helmet troops
Your defiant ass won't call it truce
My peacemaking efforts are of no use
Now I'm the target of constant abuse
I can't win this war. I plan to lose.
There's no war between us

With Art Comes Some Responsibility - My Unedited Honest Thoughts on 12 Years A Salve Release

I recently got into a Facebook 'tiff' with a friend of mine, over the 12 Years A Slave Trailer.

I am up for a good ol’ historical based movie but after watching Quentin Tarantino's ‘Django Unchained‘ and cringing at the trailer of Lee Daniel's ‘Butler’, I'm fed up. As soon as The Help came out, I was told in advance that there would be a wave of post civil right movement movies, along with a slew of slavery movies.

The Civil Right movement and Slavery story is important, it should be acknowledge and as Steve McQueen stated in the Tiff Press Interview, the story needs to be told more accurately. How a story is told is often determined by who is telling the story which will at some point, translate into the film. I guess he was referring to author of 12 years A Slave, on which the book is based upon, authored by Solomon Northup, despite the fact the script was written by John Ridley.

My friend didn’t understand why I had chosen not to watch the film and challenged my decision by defending Steve McQueen’s work as ‘art’. I understand that art can be subjective and open to different perspectives and opinions. I for one believe that we all have a choice to make and with those choices come consequences. So, if you choose to direct a slavery film and it happens to be released all in one go, along with other civil right movie films, you need to question why this is the case, which other observant individuals like myself did.

The issue isn’t the story so much, it’s rather the attention it gets. Why is it that when a black character is a slave or struggling to achieve something post civil rights movement, this is award winning material. When other stories are told, which explore a variety of black images or roles, normally positive stories, it is not acknowledged. If Steve McQueen really wanted to talk about an honest depiction of African culture/history, we have plenty of material that spans more years than the period Africans were enslaved for.

I respect McQueen’s craft, I am a huge fan of his work but as a black British director, I would have thought with all the struggling black actors out there, out of respect for the craft, you would acknowledge a huge problem in Hollywood and the British film industry. This problem is the typecasting of black actors and actresses, the lack of funding for writers and directors whenever they come up with projects that are far from the usual stereotypes. It is a difficult task to find a major film project that includes an all-black cast, without a lead white actor.

No doubt, this is changing. There have been ground breaking YouTube series, such as ‘Awkward Black Girl’ and the ‘Black and Sexy’ channel and the recent release of ‘Mother of George’ and ‘Half of a Yellow Sun’, which have done amazingly well at the Sundance Festival this year and for ’Pariah’, in 2012.

I am beginning to think that if I am going to see more of myself in film, I need to look for an indie movie, or possibly Nollywood, Ghollywood and so on. I do not consider slavery as my history. My parents were not taught about civil rights as they were brought up in Nigeria, whilst their child was subjected to a half-baked fallacy called ‘Black History Month’ in Eurocentric education system.

Fortunately, my parents were big of education and reading, so I quickly learnt that ‘Black History Month’ was utter rubbish.

Film is a great way to teach and tell stories and as much as it’s someone’s art form or a way to a express themselves, the audience is also important. Who is going to watch these films and what message is it sending? For the black community, it sends a rather grim message that our stories are limited and when positive, it doesn’t sell, it’s not important.

My friend also thought of my views as separatist when I stated, I would support my own when it came to film. I agree, it can come across as I would rather we were segregated in terms of film. Well, right now, that is what it is come to. And more power to them. I think a lot of people of African descent are tired of being used for a larger political backdrop, tired of pleasing an old white man at the top somewhere. We want to own our own shit. Is that too much to ask?

Orange is the new Black is a perfect example of when all nationalities are not used as tokenism, but the most recent introduction of OITNB’s star, Danielle Brooks in American TV series, Girls, is questionable. I’m sure a lot of people like myself will be on the edge of their seats waiting for something ridiculous to happen when Girls airs. I for one never campaigned for the characters to be more diverse, because this is an honest portrayal of Lena Dunham’s experience.

Is it wrong for an all-black cast to release a normal experience of themselves? No. Does it have to be dubbed as segregation? No. Have we not been watching all white casts for a lifetime? Yes. So why are my views so extreme? 

The Art of Commenting

Recently, I have become more active on social media, joining the conversation online. I am active in other things, but literally as a freelance writer, it is my job to sit behind a laptop and write a bunch of articles, so why not interact with other readers and writers online? I've discovered I can go a little overboard, so mentally I've set up a mini guideline for myself.

We all have opinions and at one point, in our social interaction life we engage in digital dialogue which includes commentary. To be clear, I am talking about the comments left underneath article. We enjoy giving our feedback, criticisms and leaving comments below articles.

It seems that the commentators of these digital conversations can range from the well informed contributor to the downright rude and unintelligent mass of cyber bullies. I consider myself, an informed contributor who is very opinionated but open to conversation but definitely not a cyber bully.

Think before you write and relax, it's just a comment!

However, I am learning not to take my commenting efforts too seriously. It’s in my nature to be passionate, have an impulsive reaction which may involve me hurriedly putting together a tirade of words to get my point across. Avoid this! Commenting requires time and thought. You want a concise, correctly punctuated comment with facts. There are other readers out there who are just as knowledgeable and you don’t want to be made a mockery of online.

You can't take back a tweet!

More seriously, with the internet, the world is even smaller. The internet has come a long way since the 90’s, a never ending black hole of information that is stored away in the secret libraries, amassing a host of classified information. It is important to choose your words carefully while posting comments. The grammar police are not the only ones watching out for illegal activity, they might be concerned about the abusive use of the apostrophe but you may find yourself in an actual police station, if you are tweeting inappropriate one liners. It wasn't so long ago when a boy was arrested for tweeting distasteful remarks on the British olympic swimmer, Tom Daley's performance. 

If you were wrong, there's no point in bickering! 

I recently commented on article to do with colorism in Brazil and a day later I checked to see what the responses were and oh my oh my, I was accused of ‘white racism’. I’m assuming the individual who replied was white so I won’t even get into that.

One thing I hate when reading comments, yes, if you engage in commenting, you have a tendency to read them too. I hate the bickering over useless arguments. Although useless arguments are subjective, I think the bickering is a result of becoming even more defensive when you are in the wrong and someone has called you out on your inaccuracy.  As soon as I was accused of white racism, I simply ignored the individual and continued about my day until this post. I don’t consider myself a racist, well, I’m sure all racists don’t consider themselves as racist either but hey! There was no point of replying the enthusiastic commenter; I doubt we will ever meet.  Besides the commentator’s accusatory statement, he made other observations which were valid. I am not perfect, I must admit the comment I made was flawed and it could have been written in a clearer and coherent manner to avoid confusion but it wasn’t and life goes on.

Now for the comments. J

Not Scared to fail...just anxious about the possibilities...

Truism

I am at that age, where you start to question everything. Back to square one. Again. It doesn't end at nursery level...we continue when our teenage years come to an end and reality kicks in. When we realise we don't know it all, we see our parents as vulnerable, we admit they know something but not everything. You've left uni, you're jobless and you're trying to navigate your way through life and with it comes questions. Philosophical ones, unanswered ones, difficult ones.

One of the questions I ask often, stems from my obsession with identity opening other viaducts of argument and conversation. It's a continuous internal struggle of insecurities that I am constantly trying to pummle into the ground...along with my embarrassing moments. Whatever excuse I try to invent or whatever remedy I try and plaster this gaping internal wound with, I find myself questioning. It's become almost impossible to find a sense of satisfaction in an equally inadequate world. I don't even know who to ask. I haven't attempted God because I am told, there are questions God cannot answer and that maybe I should wait until I get to heaven and all  will be revealed then. But how can i even think of a God to question when I'm not even sure I follow a God. Do i believe in Him? Sometimes I think God is a made-up word, a huge mysterious cover up to hide our lack of knowledge. I've gotten to the point where I am grateful for the faith and disgusted by it at the same time (the Christian faith).

Every once in a while, the being, universe, creator, energy or all knowing omnipresent creature matters to me. I ask myself, "Why don't I pray?", "How do I acknowledge Him/It?" It's a tiring task to follow a religion. It's illogical and can only be tapped into or understood when you choose to believe or take on some type of spiritual responsibility. But I am not searching for some greater truth, I am trying to get on with life. Some say, the blueprint to life, desinity and your ultimate purpose lies within this European painted lie they sold to us, written in two books that was shoved down my throat in Sunday school. I listened intentively to this carefully constructed story. Brainwashed into thinking this was all there was and everything else should not be considered just in case my faith was swayed. Well now! I have read some things and my faith has swayed, the inevitable has been set into motion and I am comfortable.

I can't even summon my mother to arrange a marraige for me. How would she describe her daughter? A non-practising Christian, who frequently fornicates and believes in the God before Judaism, Islam and Christianity?

I might aswell form my own religion. That's borderline charismatic!

I am neither an agnostic or an atheist, but somewhere in between with an actual belief in God. Hence, I am not even in-between. Reminds me of a guardian article, written by Andrew Brown, which commented on the different types of atheism. These categories have been recently created to fit in these new forms of atheism. To be honest, I felt the term 'intellectual atheist' was insulting to the other categories. Does it matter what box I fit into? I may not even qualify in any category.   I just feel a need to have a description to describe what my faith status is because my very beautiful cultural familia can't seem to accept my views or my belief system. I am discovering it myself, so how could I possibly explain what it is?

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A pile of books

So, my mother was wading through all the junk in storage and amongst the junk, 70 per cent of that junk, consists of endless piles of books. Some of which I have come across and generally seem like a good read, others, not so much.

It's actually quite emotional going through the books as it reminds me of where we were as a family. These books date back to the late 80s (ownership that is not necessarily the publishing date).

Let me 'write' you through a typical find.

Bluff Your Way into Management 
The Facts on Holistic Health and the New Medicine - Can You Trust Your Doctor?
Should Christians Drink?
The Ultimate Guide to the Internet for the Christian Family 

Quite a find isn't it?

Now, How to Bluff Your Way Into Management was either my father's or one of his many friends he stored a lot of things for. This did have me chuckling for a few seconds. I mean, really? The Bluffer's Guide? And if you look carefully at the picture above, you can tell it's a dated book considering the red brick phone plastered on the front cover. Well, I guess it has a catchy title, it made me want to read it. It turns out The Bluffer's Guide has a collection of books, the equivalent to the 'For Dummies' collection.

The Holistic Health book was probably my mother's, considering she is a trained nurse. Interesting find. I've been hearing the word 'holistic' repeatedly for the past five months. I'll give this book a go...it's a short read, thankfully!

Should Christians Drink?

Well, the tag line is a total give away - 'The Case for Total Abstinence'. This could be either my mother's or father's, considering they were both very active members of the church and we religiously had to attend almost every day of the week. My mother, a children's Sunday school teacher and my father, a minister.

I say drink and be responsible. So much much for church and a book.

Interenet for the Christian Family, this was definitely bought in the early 90s when the internet was introduced to us, ordinary folk. I have come across a few of these internet guides around the house. It was fairly new back then, it sounds hilarious doesn't it - a guide? For the internet? But a Christian Guide??? That just takes the biscuit and it's 401 pages long with a glossary. Ok. I'm done.