Isn't It Ironic?

The world is very strange. Take the case of American blacks. I cannot even imagine the kinds of sufferings their slave ancestors went through. One aspect of these sufferings was the fact that the master would take the women and have them for pleasure and/or the production of more slave heads in the plantation. Thus came the category of lighter skin blacks. Here is the irony: soon these lighter skin blacks became of “higher quality”—they had “better” skin tone and “better” hair. To this day the lighter skin tone and flowing hair are at a premium in the black community. Those that did not have had to use skin corroding soap and hot comb. Thanks to some chemistry wizard who has concocted chemicals that take the kinkiness out of black heads. It is a multi-billion industry that is supported by even village women in the remotest jungles of Africa. Poor Africans have but to latch on.

What else is strange? The swashbuckling guerilla top dog marched into Kampala in 1986. One of his proclamation was that Africa’s problem was leaders who stay in power for too long. A predecessor, who did not last long in the caretaker seat once commented that the presidential chair was very sweet. Our guerilla top dog certainly agrees with that as he “forgot” his earlier statement and has clung on to power like a tick on one of his cows. He still wants more after twenty plus years and counting. Isn’t it ironic?

Africans were colonized and abused. We could not wait and were euphoric for Independence. Then we got new masters in black skin. Now we can’t wait to get out of the continent and go to the lands of the master colonists. We lie, starve and undergo all kinds of humiliation to get to the “promised land.” Isn’t that ironic?

In America it used to be that if you much as looked at a white woman, you might be hanged on the next tree. Now some of my brothers specialize exclusively on white women. Our uncle, Hussein Obama got on the bandwagon and produced for us a dynamic president. Isn’t that positively ironic?