I came
downstairs and found them everywhere, black and shiny crawling everywhere
and on everything. I felt my skin crawl and began to check on what food left in
the open had been touched. They had touched it all. Stealthily I threw
everything away and scrubbed everything down and made a mental note to get
cockroach killer from town. We had a roach infestation. Roaches are
shameful. They make me feel nasty and dirty and they have no sense to
reserve my inner space, so disrespectful. And nobody discusses the rats,
roaches and other embarrassing housemates they have. It's all a secret. If
someone sees your roaches or they come over and your roach jumps into their
space or enters their drink your friendship will probably never be the same.
A friend
of mine called me over analytical. I am, I see everything as a pattern
and I believe nothing happens randomly. So when I thought about how roaches
make me feel I thought about the last time I had the same feeling.
We were
discussing sexual purity and because purity is relative and defined by one's
beliefs the topic went directly to beliefs and in Zambia this usually becomes a
heated topic on religion or culture or both. Our conversation went to religion
and everything went downhill. Opinions and subliminal disses of intellect where
flying everywhere and it was like the chicken and the egg debate; going round
in circles. Religion is a sure way to disagree with anyone: even people who
believe in the same religion part when it comes to doctrine and even those who
share doctrine often argue about commitment and hypocrisy. Then there is the
subgroup of the religiously ashamed. These are atheist ashamed to admit it in
this holy nation or hard core 'sinners' afraid to announce that they want to
give God a shot because the Christians will laugh and judge them, a leopard
cannot shed its spots can it? There is no winning when it comes to that R word.
Nobody is ever right because our belief is based on our knowledge and
experience and that in itself is limited by our perception. Believe in
something, just don't let it creep into anyone's space.
Race and
racial conversations remind me of sex and gender debates which in turn remind
me of rape and rape conversation. All the above are not something one chooses
but a condition that someone finds themselves in. You are black. You are female. You are raped. You don't choose any of the
above. The three examples are not mutually inclusive. Just because you are
black and female doesn't mean you will be raped, doesn't mean you won't. But if
you happen to be all three then you understand why I can relate them to each
other. People who aren't black are born entitled and the world reminds them of
their entitlement every single time; they are better because they were born
better. Black people in most areas have to earn recognition and entitlement and
even when they do earn it they have millions reminding them why they don't
deserve it; they are not good enough and have to prove that they are because
they were born this way. Same goes for women, every day is a battle to earn the
same respect that the other sex is simply born with. Rape has so many notions
around it. Even when a friend confides that she was raped they confidant has it
at the back of their heads that perhaps they asked for it. Rape, when one lets
it, has the power to devalue, segregate, cripple and imprison a person.
Breaking out of that prison is a daily battle that victims both male and
females must win.
Roaches,
religion and rape. Such different things but my mind sees one thing in common
shame. Shame to claim the roaches and clear them. Shame to take a stand and
discover religion for oneself. Shame to
accept reality of rape and redefine the self past it.
Anyway. What do I know? .I'm just a black person with
roaches.
I love it...
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for the support Musonda :)
DeleteYou have a beautiful mind :)
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