We’re very qualified,
but we’re not.
“Acceptable resumes should be printed on white A4s”,
but we are black ones.
Our experiences and skills are printed in white,
just like everyone else’s,
but that’s never enough.
They’ll get back to us,
but why wait for the “barks”?
Their backs are already turned at us;
they don’t hire the “darks”.
Paintings by Lynette Yiadom-Boakye (born 1977, UK)
That a person has chosen to drown with you doesn’t make them your good friend. When you gasp for breath in life’s sea, the bad friends aren’t the ones who walk away, for they aren’t your friends at all. The bad friends are the ones who jump in with you when they should be pulling you out.
Loves you when you’re weak,
hates it when you’re strong.
Might shout “go” for you the loudest,
but when you move an inch, you’re wrong.
You need to end that friendship.
You didn’t win, but you couldn’t see that you didn’t lose either.
We win through what we consider “losses”; success wears yellow one day and deep blue the day after. Don’t forget tomorrow, don’t forget to “morrow”;
ALWAYS look beyond “today”.
Because you lost, you won.
Ládékojú is life; Ládékojú is death.
Before she puts death in your mouth,
she places life in your hands.
She is loving, sensual, sweet, seductive and kind,
but she’s not as meek as they make her seem.
She’s the gentlest but
the most dangerous of goddesses-
the one you don’t want to mess with.
When she is badly offended or hurt,
she laughs uncontrollably.
She walks by the offender
and makes goo-goo eyes;
she shakes her buttocks
and sways her hips.
She walks to the offender
and lets him see her beautiful, perky breasts.
She kisses him and places her head on his chest,
falls on her knees and licks her lips;
she holds his penis.
Then she closes her eyes
and licks the tip, round, like a lollipop,
and when he’s ready,
she bites into the penis as if it were a hot dog,
and cuts it into small parts.
She gets up, laughs again,
adjusts her head gear and strides away, proudly…
The former illiterates couldn’t read and write, but they could think. The modern illiterates can read, they can write, and they can think, but they don’t. They believe everything and follow every trend- they take pride in ignorance and stupidity.