Unspoken Thoughts

By now it is common knowledge that black people haven't had it easy, but what burdens me is how even though the shackles have been broken off and black slavery is no more... We are not yet free. As previously stated in my 'Free Yourself!' blogpost We as black women are still weighed down by the mental ball and chain which is the tiny voice within that's constantly telling us we are not good enough... Our skin and hair is what makes us stand out. And yet our oppressors made it a point to use our unique traits that we ought to take pride in, to be a cause for the lack of self love. "I'm too dark" "I don't like my hair"... Who says there is a measure of how dark or light one needs to be in order to be accepted? And if you feel there is... WHY do we have one?? Who came up with what kind of black is acceptable or not? The oppressor! "The ignorance of the oppressed is strength for the oppressor" - A.R. Bernard. The white man came t...

Ever disliked someone upon first meeting and ended up liking them eventually? Yea well there's a name for that, Repulsion Theory. Lol white people have a theory and explanation for everything! Anyway, we females are a special breed, there's some of us who really like the men who don't pay attention to us. You know the guys that just don't seem to care about us. Yet we fall crazy in love and can not seem to let them go despite the bad treatment. Probably why the common misconception about girls liking bad guys. It's semi true. There is something about a display of a little rebellion. But I personally like to feel wanted and loved. Like the guy is really happy to have me you know. Show me you care. But at the same time, nobody wants an overly clingy guy. The ones that are 'too nice' because honestly them guys are just annoying. Too much of anything, even a good thing isn't good at all. My opinion. On choice of men... Women really do have a super power...

Hmmm... Now almost everyone when growing up said the words, "I won't do this to my children" or something in that regard whenever our parent(s) said or did something we didn't like. At a certain age, we don't see the benefit of certain things 'til a few years later when we realize our parents were only looking out for us when they did what they did, whether we liked it or not.

"Guys can't take it if their woman was to have sex with someone else while women can't stand having their man fall for or develop feelings for someone else" ...heard this on a talkshow the other day. Hmmm... I don't know about that! Because I for one would not want my man either sleeping with another woman or developing feelings for someone else. I understand we females are emotional beings and so our feelings develop from how men talk to us, the things they say, the treatment we receive, the little romantic gestures or compliments that have us blushing (yea black girls blush too lol) and floating on all sorts of clouds. So I get how your man doing the same things that have you swooning for him, to/for another woman and getting attached to her would be a problem. 'cause if a man is telling me he loves me mmh I better be the only one being told those words. And then, men are territorial beings. So having their woman laying in bed with some other man would c...

A few minutes ago I was sitting thinking about... Well nothing really. Then a random thought popped up... Who am I? What is Zamiwe all about? I instantly went blank. That scared me, alot! You often hear people say 'no one knows you like you do'. Well folks, I just realized that may not be all the way true. We get so carried away with life and the curveballs it throws at us that we don't even notice ourselves morphing into something entirely different. Here I was trying to figure out stuff like, when did this happen? How did it happen? Is this a good thing or a bad thing? How do I get back to where I used to be or should I embrace it and take it as an opportunity to learn more about and rediscover myself? The latter sounded more like a plan than anything else. Change isn't such a bad thing... Adapting to it on the other hand, woo! Not so much lol. But it's a challenge, and boy oh boy do I love me a challenge *smirks* I figure the best thing to do is take it a ...

My heart... a dark and narrow twisted hollow Do you feel it? It's cold and lonely Once filled with joy, hope, love.... Love Ugh. That word. It is the very bane of my existence. What good ever came of it? It is nothing but a curse A life sucking source of pain Look at me... I am broken. Shattered. You said you'd light up my pathways and fill my hollow void. Why are you leaving me? Was I not enough? Or too much? Did you hurt yourself trying to pick up the broken pieces? *sigh* It is I that is hurt, I lay bleeding. I have nothing left. They're  all gone. Every one of them left. Left me with this dark and heavy ghost Take it away from me.... It's too much to bare It won't let me be. It pierces through me, do you not hear the anguish in my voice? It torments me. Daily gnawing at my soul aaaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhh!! They're all gone. All but the ghost... It lurks deep within my dark hollow... Searching It won't let you reside within its doma...

"Ah I can't pay all that just to go watch a Zambian artist".... "Ah made in Zambia? Teti inshite"... "Zambians are useless"... "Rapping/singing in bemba? Aweh"... "When I have money I'll leave this place" *sigh* It's so easy for us to spend money on foreign artists or goods and not on our own. We have a very sad and serious inferiority complex. From childhood we have the mentality that Zambia is related to mediocrity. It is so severe that even when someone has outstanding talent, we shun them because it is hard to believe good can come from within us. But why?? We find it so hard to promote and encourage each other. It's almost an instinct we have embedded deep within us to put down any one trying to do great things. We tend to adapt foreign terms, dress, gestures and phrases... We'd rather wear another country's traditional dress than our own, learn and speak another country's language proudly and not ...