Dear black man, I have longed to write about your valour. I have dreamt of the charm of your strong muscles that lie beneath that black flesh of a skin. The muscles that make your arms so tight and powerful, whose grip oozes love and sweet memories. Arms that brace, shield and fortify.
Oh! Allow me, dear black man, to praise your big chest, wide and robust. Let me lie on it and feel your heart beat. I love how it beats for humanity. It beats for grandma, mother, her sisters and mine. Yes, it beats for us-the female species.
Dear bIack man, I wish to touch your conspicuous Adam’s apple, let me feel it move up and down as you swallow the food you worked as hard as a Trojan to earn. In the forest you went to hunt. The evidence and wages of your fortitude. Sit and eat my king, the sweat of your sweet golden black skin.
Dear black man, here is my heart
Dear black man, my heart bleds for your ever tired buldgy eyes, which never sleep. The eyes that keep watch over the home incase a thief dares to steal your little yet hard to get wealth. Your eyes which by four o’clock are already shining as diamond ready to go out and bring bread on the table. The ones that watch over mama when she can’t sleep because of cramps or when the pregnancy makes her uncomfortable. Your ever awake eyes that busy look into the future with awe and hope for Africa. Eyes that never slumber. Do you ever sleep dear black man?
My heart cries for your sun-beaten back. The one you exposed while farming, the one you gave up to the sun as you made the bricks to build us an abode. Let me cry for the rough calloused palms that you use to earn a penny. The chafed feet that you use to walk miles without shoes, as long as we get school shoes and some socks like everybody else.
I cry for you, dear black man. Let me remind you of your broad shoulders that make you burly and such a Herculean. It feels almost sacrilegious addressing you in such terms. Your kind and warm heart renders you vulnerable. You carry Africa and the whole world on your shoulders. Yes, yet nobody appreciates, nobody cares.
The world lied
I will start from here. The world lied. Or rather, she erased some truth from us. Could it be because she has the ‘she’ pronoun? Can it be because of the colonial influence? Or, it’s how things were laid before the foundation of the world?
She told me, being a woman is not an easy thing, but she never vouchsafe the fact that being a man is more difficult. I was not told that being a man and black was like wearing a thorny crown-it meant being a hard core.
I have grown up knowing a man can easily get things done because he is the strongest of the human race. Therefore, I leave all the luggage, water jericans, sacks of maize from the shamba and any other heavy duty for my brother to carry, alone. He must do it perfectly and fast. If he doesn’t, I was told he’s not a real man.
The lies continue,
Dear black man, I was told that you are not prone to pain, suffering and bad weather. For instance, I walk with my boyfriend and all of a sudden it starts to rain. I was told it’s his right to be rained on, yes I said “right,” like the way we have human rights, and I should not deny him(If I do, that will be harming his ego) . Yoh mahn… Bring your coat, hat and umbrella. There, you are rained upon, shivering in the cold,your teeth chattering and feet and hands getting numb. As if that’s not enough, you hold for me the umbrella while you get all the hail on you, but, dear black man, you smile because ancestors applause you for your ‘gentlemaness’.
Am I the only one who has never seen my father crying? It seems like that man swallowed a razor not to cry! My brother too. My neighbor’s son too.
The other day, his only sister passed, Kari never cried. His fiancée dumped him two days to the wedding, he didn’t cry. He lost an apportunity that he had worked seven years for, as usual (allow me to roll my eyes), he didn’t cry. Imagine he got bitten by a snake, he didn’t cry! Leave alone screaming for help.
Eeeh…When the little boy whom he trains golf accidentally hit his gonads, Kari didn’t cry, not even a yelp. He just hopped like a kangaroo up and down covering his front shamefully. I must say that golf stick’s hit was so profound. We all pitied him as his dear mother ran to his aid. But the man, he didn’t cry. Not even a facial expression of pain. Dear black man, don’t you think this is self crucifixion?
The world lied. They say black men don’t feel. They don’t cry, in addition, your chutzpah is the center of your ego.
True definition of the black man.
Far be it the surmise, the myths and the accentuated articles, norms and beliefs to degrade the black man.
It’s time we see the black man for who he really is, A REAL MAN. He is not a ‘dog’, he is neither a failure. Friends, he doesn’t deserve pain. Like a woman, he too needs protection. The black man although strong, gets tired.
Where is the glory of the black man? Haven’t you seen his brilliance? Don’t you know he’s a leader? Who has taken your crown black man? Why do you let Delilah to chop off your holy hair? Now see, you are slowly losing your strength? Oh! When did you abdicate your pride? Have you forget you are a lion?
Dear black man, I am reminding you of who you are; you are a real man.
You don’t need to prove yourself. I have seen how assiduous you are. We attest you can endure tough conditions without complaint. You show great resilience to pain, but I advise, cry sweetheart. Let the tears out. Crying won’t make you a woman, come on.
If you missed this ,check it out, HAIL BLACK GIRL; YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!!!
“Mwanaume ni kuvumilia.”
Dear black man, for so long now, you have assumed, you cannot be abused. Or maybe, it’s because nobody cares about you. You suffer in silence because expressing yourself is considered an abomination.
Your wife beats you properly. She flogs you and gives you big fist blows but you dare not report. You chose to be a man. Nowadays,male sexual abuse is rampant but dear black man, you can’t admit they raped you. Why, because you should not. You are a man. Hehe, friends am not trying to be sarcastic but I think our men need help.
There is absolutely no harm in lowering your ego just a bit and fight for your rights. How can you keep this world spinning if you continue hiding from the fact that you are as vulnerable as your female counterparts?
Dear black man, I leave it that that. I hope you get a gist of what am writing.
To all my esteemed readers, may God bless you abundantly for your continued support towards my humble art. The verisimilitude of your loyalty cannot be overlooked. Forever am grateful. As usual, your comment and share is highly appreciated.
Pray. Stay safe. Sanitize.