A couple of us took the time out to celebrate and honour
you, to tell you what it is that we love about you. To express our gratitude to you, Black Man
who does not define the stigma that haunts us about the Black Man.
Our messages to you
#DearBlackMan
I know that often than not, we tend
to focus on what you are doing wrong, I'm about none of that today. I know that
a whole lot of you do your best, I honestly think so. Big Up to you, who is not
perpetuating the stigma that follows Black men all over.
Your women love you. Thank you for
telling me that I look better wearing my natural hair than I do in my weave. You have definitely stopped the
cycle. I have seen how much you love your seed; the fact that you would do
anything for your seed melts me to pieces.
Your ability to raise another man's
child as your own unconditionally warms my heart. You are indeed amazing
Love
- @malebosays
#DearBlackMan
I am yet to meet a finer gentleman
who treats women with more honour than you when you are at your best self.
I admire the way you rise daily to
present your best self to a world that doubts you at first sight. You work 7
times harder to prove that your integrity is intact when others first have to
break trust before their integrity is ever questioned. Black man you are my
hero. You are dear. Don't you ever forget that. This is how my poem will begin
or end. You have written us so many poems. I
think it's time the sisters paid you a tribute too and not punish you for your brothers’
sins and remind you of your father's failures.
Wow! I was just thinking of the depth
of the black man's warmth! His lingering compassion that has touched me so many
times regardless of age. His care that is so
effortless and motherly at times that is all embracing without appearing
feminine at all. Black man!! You are God's creature.
I am sorry for the killer side look
I often give you that stops you right in your tracks. I'm sorry for refusing
your help because I had already decided what you were about. I forgive
you for the wrongs you have caused me. Truth is, others have done me more wrong
just indirectly. While I am at it - I forgive them too. Let me say this. You are NOT the problem. You
are not what is wrong with the world.
I love the way you dress. The way you care about how you are dressed. I
love the way you polish your shoes, the way you are so selective about your
shoes. I love the way you love the way you walk. You're such a show off. You
are a beaut. How many times have
you affirmed me when I had long left my mirror unsure about how I looked? How
many times have I pretended that I did not hear you compliment me? The truth is
you have reassured me and affirmed me more than you would ever know. Thank you.
When you are a father.... I love how
you assume your fatherhood position everywhere without asking for permission. I
love how you father everyone everywhere you go. I love how you are a father to
the fatherless. How you adopt as many children as will accept you. How you
solve so many problems of other children and homes not your own as though they
were simply because you understand that you
are a father. I love how you never ever say "those are not my
children."
There are so few of you and yet you do what you do for so many as though it were your responsibility. Thank you for the brief encounters sometimes in taxis. How you take opportunities to pass on your wisdom, to guide, to encourage, to affirm. Yet there are so few of you. There aren't enough fathers. The revolution has begun! This year I felt it was the year of the young black man. I saw young black men rising out of townships and rural areas. I saw them dusting themselves off every bad association to become their most excellent selves after God's design. This is it!!!! The rise of the black sons.
There are so few of you and yet you do what you do for so many as though it were your responsibility. Thank you for the brief encounters sometimes in taxis. How you take opportunities to pass on your wisdom, to guide, to encourage, to affirm. Yet there are so few of you. There aren't enough fathers. The revolution has begun! This year I felt it was the year of the young black man. I saw young black men rising out of townships and rural areas. I saw them dusting themselves off every bad association to become their most excellent selves after God's design. This is it!!!! The rise of the black sons.
Love Sikelelwa Siki-First Dlanga
#DearBLackMan
Dear black man, seriously you are uniquely made, your structure is so present, your shoulders so broad, your head upright, the confidence that was instilled at birth and the affirmation that you received as a young man shouts from afar. When you know this about yourself and you enter a room, everybody stares because black man you are such a man, you truly…. are… a…. man.
Love Ayanda Pekane
#DearBlackMan
Your drive fascinates me. Your
willingness to bleed and sweat just so that your loved ones are comfortable
enhances in me a breath of unlimited crisp assurance. You ooze of strength and
potential. You radiate God. Your bold reaction to protect and defend the
vulnerable is attractive and encouraging. You Black Man are able.
Love
Refiloe Sandra Maphuti Maphoto
#DearBlackMan
Today I take this opportunity to say
Thank You as you do not get many "thanks" on a daily basis as we are
always too quick to judge you on the mistakes you make but very slow to applaud
you when you do well.
Not many realise your hard work, the
pain you go through everyday searching hard for a job just to put food on the
table and a smile on your children's faces and when you don't you get cursed at
and hated for not being able to provide for your family forgetting the fact
that you did try to make ends meet. You are a
good black man indeed.
You always walking around with the
world on your shoulders and we never see how heavy your burden is. All we ever do is add more problems to the burden that you
carry. Today I want you to remember this:
Whenever your burden is too heavy for you to carry, you
can pass it here and ill help you carry it. No
matter the situation you can always lean on me. It’s
okay to ask for help if you struggle.
Love
Adelaide Adalady January
#DearBlackMan
Today as I celebrate you, I want to
thank you for insisting to help me carry those heavy bags even when I said
"no thanx i got this". As from today, I am not going to "think
like a man" I am going to think like a lady..... I’m not competing with
you. I’ll let u b the man that God created you to be. I love you even more to
ever think that you would go far, far away from home in the middle of nowhere
and work underground just to keep the wolf away from the door!
Love
Sima Morgan-kaVilakazi
#DearBlackMan
You are enough. You are important
and I need you. You are wonderful, you are special, you are chosen, and you
have a purpose. Do not give up, keep going I believe in you because you are
just that awesome. I see your efforts and I appreciate them. The way you look
at me mmmhhh Black Man, I see that, How you always jump to my defence; how you
have always protected me I see that too #Blackman. You are awesome and I need
you just as you are my #Blackman
I am sorry I never took time to
understand you because of all that I heard of you from this universe, what the
women in my house said about you, what the woman next door babbled about you,
the lady at church, the teacher at school, the women at the shops chatted about
you, the noise that the women at the bus stop made about you, the lecture at
varsity, the friends I have grown to love, my female colleagues, the girl next
door the writes and speakers. The way the universe conveyed you blinded and
robbed me from learning and understanding you my Blackman. Sorry I made up my mind about you before I met you. #Blackman you are enough.
I love how you take care of your
own. How you put your priorities straight. Your loyalty to yours is amazing.
They appreciate it. You are not enough merely because you are successful, your
noticeable drive and hard work, your courage to stand when the winds are not
blowing your way but to a different direction inspires me. How you go out of your way to make ends meet and provide for
yours. You are an enough BlackMan from an enough God. This Universe is blessed
to have you; I am honoured to have met you. Ke
rata the way o phushago passion ka gona.
I appreciate how you love my curves
and my full figure despite what the magazines portray as beautiful. I appreciate how you give up your seat for me, how you hold
the gate for me. I appreciate how you always offer to help, how you respect me
and wa ncharma with the sweet names you call me be it outside the supermarkets
or at the robots, You are just ENOUGH! Ke rata ge o mpitsa "Ba ka
bogoshing, Mmakgoshi" ooh Blackman bathong! I appreciate how you always let me go first, how you let me
skip a long queue , hahahaha, Oh and yeah the other day, you let me have the
last loaf of bread at the shelf.
I respect how you respect your God,
how you commit yourself to His work. I respect how you lead, I respect your
dreams, I respect your willingness to grow, I respect how you honour your
mother, I respect how you pray for us, I respect how you do good things for us,
and I respect how understanding you are and how you teach me to love you.
BlackMan you are my best friend. The way you
love the mother of your kids humbles me.
Love Shokky Chiloane
#DearBlackMan
You carry yourself with pride and
honour your father’s wishes... You dress to impress and respect yourself. Thank
you for raising your children and not turning your back to them.... Thank you
black man. Thank you for going
the extra mile and taking care of children who are not your own.
Love Terry Khoza
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