Friday 27 September 2013

My sword - My burden


Reminiscing and pondering on the words of my grandfather.  He once told me that if something burdens me in society, part of my calling is to find the solution.  My heart is burdened with many issues that exist on this glorious continent of my being.  How then do I fight?

As my heart beats to my dream

A dream displaced from my heart
Insecurity ruling my soul
My war has a story
How then shall I tell it? 
How then shall I fight it?
This passion from deep within
Erupting with an over flow
To the beat of my heart
Running swiftly from my veins
When do I see it?
When do I hear it?
When do I feel it?
This dream displaced from my heart
What once was is now is
Far from my reach 
Close for my distance
It is what it is
A dream hope for
A dream chased
A dream to be attained

Copyright 2013 Malebo. All rights reserved.

Tuesday 24 September 2013

Black Beauty Puzzle - The white wedding gown

Every young girl's dream
It is without a doubt that our background and environment has a huge role to play in how we turn out as adults.  This role shapes most of our perceptions and decision making.  Growing up as a girl child, three things were almost always on my mind; my body, my matric dance dress and my wedding dress.  I had my matric dance dress designed at the back of my Bible when I was at the tender age of 13 and had my wedding dress designed when I was 18, of course my wedding dress design changed with time, but one thing kept it constant, it was the fact that it was white.  The only exposure I had as a young one to a wedding was that of my uncle and aunt.  I was on both occasions, a "strooimeisi" (bridesmaid).  My aunt got married in her Sunday best two-piece and changed later into a beautiful traditional outfit while my uncle's bride got married in a white wedding gown and also changed later into a beautiful Sepedi traditional outfit.  I thoroughly enjoyed these weddings, both went over two days, the first day at the bride's place and the second day at the groom's.  My highlight has to be the marching and dancing up and down the streets to the joyful melodies of the brass band. Ahhhh, what a treat.

In 2003, I attended a friend's wedding in Germany and it was very different.  We attended the church ceremony which was followed by a reception.  The reception was rather interesting, very creative program with loads of sketches and comedies.  It was a treat because I was appreciating a different type of wedding. In 2005 I attended another wedding in New York and I was not moved in any way other than the fact that a good friend was getting married,  we attended the ceremony at a church and then went to a hotel for the reception, the program was filled with speeches and we had loads of food to eat.  I did not have the inspiration to write home and tell them about this wedding.  Then the time arrived where I was at the age where it was appropriate for marriage which meant that everyone around me was getting married and I was flooded with wedding invitations.  You can imagine how shattered I was when I discovered that my friends and acquaintances' weddings mirrored what I had experienced in New York.  Where was the dancing? where was the colourful traditional regalia? I was beyond shattered.

I cannot dispute the fact that my friends were gorgeous in their white dresses but I am of the opinion that not as gorgeous as they would have been in their traditional outfits.  On one or two occasions I would have the pleasure of attending a traditional wedding, but this was never seen as a "real" wedding, I guess that is why, more often than not, most traditional weddings are followed by the main wedding which is the "white wedding".  In my adulthood I find that when I do something, I have to fully understand it, and this has frustrated many people because we live in a culture where most people do not question things and do because it's always been done like that.  When you are a person who questions, seeking understanding, you are usually labelled as a "know it all". I went out to find out for myself where this "notorious" tradition of the white wedding gown comes from.

Historically, weddings during the middle ages always symbolised a union between two parties.  Mostly between businesses or countries.  This was more of a political symbol than that of love and it was practiced amongst the elites.  Brides had to dress in a manner befitting to their family's social status.  If you were from a wealthy family, you would wear rich colours and exclusive fabrics.  If you were from a more poor family, you would wear your Sunday best.  Red was the more popular colour for weddings during that era.

The white wedding gown was made popular in 1840, after the marriage of Queen Victoria to Prince Albert.  Victoria wore a white wedding gown because she wanted to incorporate some lace she loved.  After her wedding, many brides copied this and made white the colour of choice for their weddings.  


In 1981, Prince Charles married Diana where she wore a white taffeta dress with a long train; this wedding was viewed by at least one out of six people around the world. This wedding has been recorded as the most influential wedding of the 20th century.  Many people assume that the colour white originally symbolised purity and virginity, but it was the colour blue which symbolised purity and faithfulness. Typical Western wedding ceremonies include going to church for the exchange of vows(which are nowhere to be found in the Bible by the way) and then attending a reception where people give speeches and eat.


Day 1 of wedding - traditional outfit
My best friend Shweshwe recently had a white wedding after years of being married to her husband.  She had married quietly at church with her nice Sunday outfit followed by  "lunch" with a handful of friends and family members.  Years later she was haunted by the fact that she had never had a "proper" white wedding celebration and so we set out to plan the wedding of her dreams.  She insisted on a white gown as you cannot complete a wedding without the white gown. Her wedding happened in Rustenburg over two days, almost reminding me of my uncle and aunt's wedding as we marched and danced in the dusty streets of the bride and groom's villages.  I was the maid of honour this time around and I love the fact that we got to change into traditional outfits.  This was awesome as we danced to the sounds of the brass brands, I was literally the last person dancing to their tunes, well myself and those drunk aunties and uncles. What a treat.

Shwe in her white dress


Shwe in a traditional SeTswana outfit
Shwe in a Modern traditional wedding dress

My brother got married to one of the most beautiful ladies I know.  My brother had the luxury of having three different types of weddings.  He had what we deem the "Gololo tradition" wedding (church the entire day with loads of WORD and prayer) and then a celebration at the Bride's home where people are served with food and lots of music to dance to.  The second wedding was the Western White wedding and then the third was so that we could enjoy marching and dancing down the street with a brass band.  The tears that overwhelmed me when I saw her dancing was just too emotional to recollect, never had I seen her so beautiful, this reaction was priceless.  I would expect the same reaction when I saw her in her white wedding gown, well, I did shed a tear or two but it was the fact that I could not walk my brother down the isle due to my own "dress" issues.  Although she was extremely beautiful, I think she was most gorgeous when she had the traditional outfit on.

celebrations

My brother, me and the Bride

We have to dance, don't take that away

The Brass band to make us happy

Makoti (Bride) getting down

All my friends and sisters' wedding gowns are safely packed somewhere and never to be worn again, well they hope that one day they will get to wear the gown again.  I honestly do not understand the logic of spending so much money on a gown and never wearing it again.  At least Victoria who set this trend, had her gown altered after the wedding so that she can wear it again.

I do understand that we all have a choice in how we carry out our lives.  Post-colonialism altered and discredited many of Afrika's true heritage.  19 years into democracy and we are embracing diversity and multiculturalism. Although this is "good" as an image. I can't help asking the question: why is that the effort to adopt different cultures into our lives always comes from mostly Black Afrikans, but the rest of the demographic, well most of them, hardly make an effort to learn about South Afrika's native history let alone learn the different traditions and languages?  I have a Caucasian friend who says he is just too old to learn any of the other 10 South Afrikan official languages (he speaks English and Afrikaans), if that is the case and a valid excuse, the least one can do is teach their children to speak one of the indigenous official languages.  Wait a minute, what am I saying? How is that possible when a whole lot of teenage black South Afrikans cannot even have a conversation in their mother tongue?


Monday 23 September 2013

Tears of gratitude

I am not a church fan, well at least not a fan of the today church model.  I therefore do not feel compelled to go to church and if I decide not to go, I do not feel condemned and don't really let words of others affect me. I fellowship at but am not a member of my parents' church in Meadowlands. I have worked with and visited many churches around the globe and I must say that I find my parents' - "Healing Haven" the most sincere and genuine fellowship ever, maybe because I have truly experienced the WORD that my parents preach, they not only preach this WORD but it is firmly rooted in their hearts and their love for people overwhelms me and this is translated in the church's genuine members.  You realise that they do not come to church to receive stuff, but it is for genuine fellowship.  This is rare but the church has its politics but I choose not to focus on them. 

Yesterday, 23 September 2013 was one of those days where I woke up and just didn't feel like going to church.  God rather rebuked me about this and told me to get to church immediately.  The flesh kept quiet then and there.  I got to church and had the most amazing worship experience where God told me to take off my shoes for I am treading on Holy ground, I took off my shoes and went to kneel at the altar.  You see, my parent's church does not have a lot of protocol and it is not chaos at the same time, my parent's are rather sensitive to the Holy Spirit and that is why you can never find a system there, some have criticised this procession because people are comfortable with systems, almost bordering on bureaucracy.  As I knelt at the altar, the LORD spoke tender words unto me which belong to me alone; I was fulfilled. I realised what I would have missed had I listened to my flesh to stay in bed. 

After church, I was then praised by everyone on how good I looked, now mind you, I always look good but have never heard it from everyone like this day.  This being my "love language"; I felt extremely blessed. As I was walking on cloud nine and walking about for everyone to see me, I asked someone for cash to go buy food(I usually ask for R2 to buy amaskopas but this day, it was food) as they had cooked beef at church and I am not a fan of beef.  The person gave me a whopping amount that could buy food for 10 of my friends. Then while I was on that high, another gentle soul placed R400 in my hands.  Now this doesn't happen to me where people flood me with cash because everyone assumes I am loaded, I am not complaining since I hate poverty and I will never look nor act the part.  As I was chatting to Koko MaMabusela, a gracious old lady who cannot walk a meter without her legs aching, the LORD moved me to give her R200. I was like, come on LORD, its mine, I deserve to be pampered once in a while. The LORD said "wabo yanong, that R400 was not yours alone, now come on -give it to her." I normally do not share my seeding stories with the public but for the sake of the exercise please allow me to do this.  I placed the R200 in her hands and she was like "what is wrong", I told her its hers and she immediately glowed and opened her arms drawing me like a magnet to hug her.  She embraced me and thanked me, she whispered in my ear and told me that God listens for she has not even a cent.  She continued to bless me with words and blessed Shweshwe too who witnessed everything. I could see tears swell up in Shweshwe's eyes.  Koko MaMabusela opened the note again and screamed.  She was under the impression that it was a R50 note.  She said "nna ke nagana gore ompha R50, gante omphile lefa" -loosely translated "I thought you had given me R50, instead you have given me a fortune(inheritance)".  She began to cry and I was truly humbled.  She was in awe and I was in awe at her awe. Her tears of gratitude moved me.

How often do we take the small things for granted? 

Friday 20 September 2013

Black Beauty Puzzle - The kinky side of things

Being an African must be the most contentious subject right now. What exactly does being an African mean? who can truly coin that term? What comes to ones mind when you think of European or American? There is a desperate need from the international world that wants to homogenise Africans. Put us all in a single box and write about us as a single entity. Is this even possible?

Post-colonial era, we find ourselves in search of the true African Renaissance. Some of us grew up as what is termed "oreos", and through the teacher of experience, we chose to return or rather discover "our roots". Maybe this explains why we find ourselves overcompensating for that which we do not know. That is why I am very careful not to judge anyone with regards to the identity they choose to wear. I think its only fair for people to make their own judgement about what works for them and what does not. But I am more compelled to believe that consciousness plays a huge role in making those decisions about ourselves. Before consciousness, what exists is pretty much indoctrination.

Hair has been a subject of debate amongst Black women for a very long time. Let me rephrase that sentence - hair is a very big issue amongst women in general. It's not only an aesthetic issue, but a political one too. The biggest conflict right now is between the natural sisters and the weave 'em sisters. There are different natural hair movements that have emerged particularly in the diaspora. These movements have seen many say that they are returning to their "roots. I for a long time have grown and kept my natural hair. It could be as a form of activism but mostly it is because I find it a pleasure. In me keeping my natural hair, I am not in the business of belittling anyone who chooses differently from me. But it has not always been like this.


I have not always believed this about my natural hair - I grew up adoring long silky hair. By the time I was conscious of who I was, my hair was relaxed. This was never my choice. It was just how things were. I remember those visits to the hair salon. I would be given a choice between Dark n Lovely, Sta Soft or Black like me. I always chose Dark n Lovely because of its alluring packaging. I was sure that one day I would look like the woman with the silky long hair on the box. The process of straightening hair was excruciating and torturous. One had to endure their scalp being roasted by the chemicals only to have what felt like cat hair as a result. But this cat hair was beautiful and fluffy,  so I thought. The now relaxed hair was the accepted norm,  if you had "kafir hare" as we used to refer to it, you were seen as untidy and most probably dirty. Hair was such a big deal amongst my peers. I remember so many of my friends forcing a "ponytail" or "phondoikie"as we used to call it.

So with the rise of self-awareness in Africa, there are many movements hell bent on reclaiming the African identity. Growing up as an "oreo", I only have history books to give me a stint of what the supposed "African" identity looks like, even then, I don't think enough has been revealed about this identity. There are just too many contradictions out there. So with the help of some books and Wikipedia (don't judge me, this is not an academic paper), I sought out to discover the history of Black natural hair, which I will just call hair here onwards.

Historically, hair used to be a symbol of pride for an African individual. Hair was styled according to one's status, wealth, identity, marital status, religion, etc... Hair grooming was a very serious practice in the community. Though the hair was naturally dry and matte looking, special care was taken to give it a healthy look. The better you groomed your hair, the higher you were esteemed. Hair groomers at that time seemed to be very creative and they experimented a lot with different hairstyles. Hair grooming was an intimate, spiritual part of the individual's wellness.
Hair groomers were normally the head female of the house who would pass this rare gift down to her daughters.

Colonialism, slavery and the forced labour model disrupted many cultures in parts of Africa. As slaves and oppressed nations; languages, culture and grooming traditions began to slowly disappear. Hair on black bodies was referred to as "wool" and so the journey of dehumanising black people began. With not much time to groom hair, hair would tangle up and not much care would be given to it. This led to men cutting their hair and women wearing scarves. This specific physical characteristic was frowned upon and regarded as undesirable, and the masters saw this as a disability which needed to be fixed. Lighter skinned, straight haired slaves were sold at higher prices than the darker, coiled haired slaves. This led to many straightening their hair with hot knives and used butter and grease as a moisturiser.

In the 1900s, Madame C.J Walker developed a range of hair products for black hair which popularised the "press and curl style". Walker became the first female self-made millionaire in USA. Fast forward and you have many black women who straighten and add straight hair extension to their hair. Many of these women have been accused of self-hate and trying to look white. Today there is a rise of "naturalistas" and a war has erupted between women who decide to keep their hair natural and those who relax or wear weaves and wigs. This is an undying war, women who relax and wear weaves are called traitors. I for one have no issues with weaving, braiding and wearing wigs, it was the Egyptians who used to adorn their head hair as a symbol of beauty and prestige. They hated bodily and facial hair.
They weaved their hair and wore wigs more than 5000 years ago as a sign of adornment and expression. The wigs were also worn to protect the hair from the harsh sun rays. Egyptians are Africans and I think its perfectly fine to accesorise one's hair the same way we accessorise our bodies. I only have a problem with adding harsh chemicals to the hair as this cannot be good for one's wellness. I personally have decided not to wear straight hair weaves but I do wear weaves that closely resembles black people's hair. That is, coiled and curly extensions. I also braid my hair, not because it is connected to anything, but if we must, I have heard word on the street that braiding hair has been an ancient practise for some cultures on the African continent.

Hair from that place, played a huge role in the liberation struggle of many black people. During the civil rights movement, the Afro was a conscious decision to stand up against white supremacist ways of policing black people. On the continent, an afro was spotted as a way to reclaim blackness. This is the biggest reason why many leaders who represent the revolutionary struggle never subscribed to standards of whiteness of what hair should look like. There are still some parts of Africa that should you be spotted with natural hair, you will be looked at like you are mad. I remember one man from a francophone country trying to get fresh with me. He kept on asking when I was going to fix my hair. It was fascinating that to him, my natural hair was a problem that needed fixing.

I think its important for everyone to know their hair history (hairstory) and then make an informed decision of how they would like to grow their hair. I have no issue with women who wear weaves or any other hairstyle. I would urge all naturalistas to stop looking down on women who do not necessarily believe in keeping their hair natural or those who choose to wear weaves and wigs, but approach the subject with love. Africans are extremely innovative and we know that we are the hub of human kind. I am certain  that weaves and wigs were going to be further developed from the first prototypes of the Egyptians. 

However you choose to keep your hair, remember that it is important to be true to yourself. Be conscious about who you are and make decisions from that place. Not everything we were taught is necessarily correct.

In discovering ourselves, let us not forget that at the end of the day, we are not an island and we cannot live in isolation but one must discover themselves and determine themselves first.
So whichever way you choose to wear your hair, do not remove yourself from who you define yourself to be, because after all, the complexities of living on the once colonised continent and having many of its inhabitants in the diaspora comes with having the choice to choose who you want to be, free from self hate and condemnation, knowing that we are magic!







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Wednesday 11 September 2013

It's a thorny issue

I come from a Christian background and this is what shaped most of my world, church and the Bible was all I knew when I grew up.  While little girls were dressing Barbie, I was dressing my Bible because I was not just an ordinary church member, but I was a PK; now that is a story for another day.  Today I have thoughts going through my mind and I would love to express them, might be a bit too uncomfortable for the more conservative folks, in fact, you need to read this, the more conservative, the better.

Growing up, my parents were very open about the bees and the birds topic.  My mother bombarded me with sexual education pamphlets when I was at the beginning of my primary school career and I was already a peer counselor and facilitator at the tender age of 10.  My brothers and I did not get to explore one of those fantasy worlds where babies came from airplanes or from the bush (he he he), instead, we knew exactly where babies came from, so to us, there was no excuse for not understanding the "purity doctrine".  Just like every child in Sunday school, we were taught about purity – that sex before marriage was not allowed and it is not something to be desired. We were also taught that as a Christian lady, "thou shalt not be seen with many boys and desire after sex lest you be called the village bicycle". So this created a psychological conditioning in our minds that sex is a NO GO ZONE!

I remember while in grade 8, a girl in my neighborhood fell pregnant, I also remember that it was never the boy's fault but rather the girl's fault. So as good christian girls, we grew up with the notion that sex is bad and psychologically our minds did not allow us to ponder or explore a sense of curiosity because it was bad and you will be looked upon in shame, hence sex became a taboo and shaped certain behaviours as the girl became a lady and eventually got married one day. For the boy child who later becomes a man, the general word is that a man is a "sexual" being hence he is allowed to have temptation issues.  We grow up knowing that men struggle in the areas of sex and that all they think about is sex, while on the other hand, women should not even dare think about sex before marriage.  If a unmarried christian woman starts a "sex" topic, she runs the risk of being judged.  This is where I think we fail ourselves.

Being a psychology geek, I live to analyse human behaviour and one gets to learn and discover a lot about this very complex being called "a human being".  In actual fact, women do struggle with sexuality, the older you are, the harder it gets.  We are living in a society where single christian women cannot be vocal about their sexual challenges because in the christian community such things are to a certain extent, not discussed.  One lady once inboxed me on Facebook asking if I could post her issue on my wall for my friends to comment as she needed to see if she was the only one who was struggling with this certain issue or if she really was this huge sinner damned for condemnation.  Her issue was that as a christian lady, she is trying extremely hard to keep herself celibate until marriage but her libido was giving her a problem.  I posted the issue as per her request and the range of advise was really interesting, those who did not subscribe to "no sex before marriage" said that she should get a partner to relieve herself, while my christian buddies said, "take it to the LORD in prayer".  Although that is the ultimate advise, I feel we do a disservice to ourselves by not addressing such pertinent key issues in our circles, we merely shy away from them and prescribe prayer alone to sort out the issue forgetting that as much as we are spiritual beings, we are human beings too and a practical solution which involves spiritual intervention would be more welcomed.If I have a weight issue and my diet is poor, I cannot simply pray the fat away without eating healthy and exercising.  I need to incorporate a healthy schedule around my prayer life.  For example: when I go running in the morning, I ask the LORD to help strengthen me during my run, Faith without works is simply dead.

I think this is the very thing that leads people to leading double standard secretive lives; you struggle with this ill alone and once something is a secret, it is open for temptation.  I once had a client who could not understand her urge to have sex all the time and thus was a very promiscuous individual. No one could ever imagine that this individual had such a behaviour - to some this might be normal but to what she believed, she did not want it to be a part of her life and she needed to get to the bottom of things.  I took her through her life mapping and discovered that as a child, she was sexually abused and most sexually abused individuals can resort to behaviours which include being promiscuous for many reasons (will explore this further in another post) , as a 5 year old, she was not ready to deal with being sexually stimulated and problems arose in the future trying to cope with this stimulation.* With identifying this, we could now deal with the root problem and give her some responsibility on how to manage her issue, this intervention through prayer and God's guidance has helped her a great deal.

Women also face sexual temptation issues and in no way does that make them jezebels, if we were more open around topics such as this - going further than the "sex before marriage is wrong" message and actually addressing what happens when temptation knocks at your door. How to apply the WORD into your life during such confrontations.

Whenever I work with teenagers, I speak to them like  the adults they are.  The teenagers of today know a lot and experiment more, and sometimes, do not totally grasp the concept of consequence.  That is why you can teach them something and five minutes later, they go against the very thing you have taught them.  Teenagers prefer openness and honesty and knowing that they can take responsibility for their decisions.  I create a very open platform for the teenagers I work with, making them understand that I know the challenges that they are facing and discussing practical solutions of how not to get intertwined in them.  That is why a teenager at any given time, will not hesitate to contact me should they be faced with any temptation.  I use certain phrase words with them, that even at the point of temptation, they will remember "Big Sister" - this obviously does not work for everyone, but it has shown to be extremely successful.  This I believe builds a great foundation for them in understanding why "no sex before marriage" and not just see it as a RULE set up by an angry GOD.  This will in turn build up a mature christian who sees the walk with God as in their blood and not some rule they are trying to uphold. 



*Individual has granted me permission to use her story in this blog

1 Corinthians 6:13

New Living Translation (NLT)
13 You say, “Food was made for the stomach, and the stomach for food.” (This is true, though someday God will do away with both of them.) But you can’t say that our bodies were made for sexual immorality. They were made for the Lord, and the Lord cares about our bodies.

Wednesday 4 September 2013

A response to my open letter: #DearBlackMan


On Wednesday, 17 July 2013 I decided to write an open letter titled #DearBlackMan as part of my male celebrations.  Well, I received a response in my inbox from Phodiso Mpotokwane and I couldn't help but share it.


Dear Black women who care

I'll begin my response by pulling out an old saying; 'Behind ever successful man is a woman'..
Many of us have often ascribed enormous value to pleasing the women in our lives. Whilst the 'manly' thing to do is to deny this fact, it is still inextricably true. We often need that extra push, that impetus to change and be better; and the catalyst is more often than not from a female. Conversely, females can also be our greatest undoing; both contemporary life and history attest to this (From Solomon to Tiger if you will). A large part of my brothers' and I's psyche is wired towards impressing and proving ourselves worthy to the ones we aspire to take care of in one form or another. Therefore I thank you for pointing out the necessary; that there is altogether nothing inherently wrong, ugly or derelict about us as a subset of humanity. In fact as you rightly pointed out, we are definitely a creation worth beholding!

We are as you have pointed out a troubled demographic. We are historically looked down upon by many. We are expected to convey and protect waning cultural norms in the name of gender roles- sometimes to the antithesis of everything we may feel inside. We are the most incarcerated of all peoples per capita in the world. When we travel, we know we are going to get stares and stopped; suspicion is our middle name. We are constantly denied opportunities, even within our own communities for fear of what we will do. And as strange as it will sound; I see why a large sector of society isn't comfy around us. We rob to fulfill our most primate and uninhibited desires to control and subdue, we oppress those under our care merely because we are strong enough to physically get away with it, we treat with contempt the lives in our care by imbibing whilst driving.. We make a mockery of the need to preserve finances towards sustainable living, and instead opt to pilfer it all away in pursuit of societal acceptance by proxy. Banks, Breweries and Mortuaries all love us.. Simply because we make them all very wealthy because of our lack of inner peace. Oh yes, we are indeed a troubled old bunch! The root of all of this is quite simple really; society is moving on and a lot of us can't find our position in it. 

Traditionally we were bread winners. Ha! In this day and age AFFORDING a loaf of bread is a challenge. A lot of us have been through school, achieving all manner of professional qualifications only to be told we are 'overqualified'. So we go back to school and get even more qualified; some of us make it a lot of us just end up with massive educational loans to pay. Couple that with the fact that we are not allowed (by society) to be reliant on anybody and you can guess where the little birdie may get the nous to suggest doing something a touch illegal here and there. The few of us that do make it are obviously delighted with that! But see, there is something about being told you are way below 'standard' that belittles us and whatever achievement we may have already obtained. Don't get me wrong, we all need to be given a nudge to try harder where we can. But is it realistic to expect a all of us to have a mansion, 3 German cars and enough money to buy out the Radisson blu's cocktail bar every night?? Of course this isn't every woman who we come into contact with; hardly... BUT. The Psychological damage of telling a man who is already psychologically grappling that he isn't good enough and that his best efforts are bad is probably equivalent to telling a full figured lady who was made to believe she was fat from childhood that she IS fat. We are sensitive to how we are portrayed in much the same ways that you are sensitive. But the narrative hardly ever talks about our sensitivity; oh no! Men are strong, men are all conquering and they are beasts with brains the size of a mint imperial. Our script is often littered with shows of massive physical strength for the sake of strength, as though that will compensate our other short comings.

The best of us are all for your empowerment. We don't mind you having a higher salary, more societal power and all resultant perks. But these things somehow have turned the best of you into the worst of us i.e. rude, pompous and impossible to live with. The best of us have thick skin, so we soldier on. The worst of us hates anybody who we can't control and be better than, so we take it out on you by trying to 'put you back in your place'. Women empowerment then needs to step in to rebuild what we are actively trying to tear down because of women empowerment in the first place; a cycle worse than cocaine addiction in some respects...The narrative seems to be succinctly saying 'for women to be empowered, men need to be left as they are'... False. For women to be empowered, we also need to be empowered, just in a different way. Oh if only we could also be empowered in our understanding of what empowerment entails!
We are unfaithful because it’s almost expected that we shall be. We are unfaithful because standards on our end are non-existent. We are unfaithful not because there is anything wrong with you, but because there is a LOT wrong with us and what we is expected of us. If you are caught being unfaithful, it is a disgrace of the highest order and your family can disown you. If I am caught being unfaithful, it shall be swiftly swept under the rug as 'men being men'. I resent that. I would like to be held to a standard which expects me to be better than my canine friend; to be expected to achieve something, to be expected to have some form of cognitive skills. And another strange phenomena; the more faithful I appear to be the more some of our sisters make it a point to derail me.. Perilous and confusing that.

You live longer than I do on average because you have a massive support network to vent and get things of your chest. I have...well, the bottle, and my car, and the road. If I get lucky, I may have a gun! Oh what a lovely dogma society has given me; men don't shed tears. We shed blood instead.

Keep on encouraging me black woman. I depend on you a LOT more than you or even I may realize. Raise sons to know what needed of them, even if their daddies may have been 'stepped on by trains'. Encourage all who are close enough to you to lose things that don't help them in the long run. I on the other hand shall keep trying to affect as many of my brothers as I can with a more positive narrative; a narrative which says ' you don't need to be what you aren't in order to be anything in society'..
You are beyond beautiful black woman, and never let what any of us does/says stop you from being what you are created to be; the best thing that has ever happened to a large section of us and indeed yourselves!

Yours Sincerely
Appreciative Black man