Cultural De-Capitation




So today I went on date #1.
I've been single for a while and thought, well, shucks, I'd better give this relationship thing a go. I mean, at the end of the day, no matter how focused I am and how much I get done, I do have to admit, I wouldn't mind sharing my life with someone. It usually fails miserably, but hey, you never know.
So who was date #1? Well, a few months ago, I went out and met this guy from Ghana. He seemed sweet enough and I gave him my number. Since then, he's been really trying to contact me, and I think it had something more to do with how much he liked me...
What I mean is, I finally hooked up with the brother today and dude is sad! I mean, I don't mean sad in like I'm dissing him kind of way, but sad, like, where the hell am I? He has no friends, no social network...no girl. Damn! He's studying medicine here, and will be here for two more years...I mean, I knew immediately that we had no future but listening to him I have to say, I knew where he was coming from. Looking into his eyes took me back to a time when hey, I wasn't doing too well here either. I made him promise me he would go out, hang out with friends, meet girls. Live life. Sigh.
Being in Copenhagen is no joke for black folk.
For real.
farvel,
the lab

Comments

Anonymous said…
Poor guy! I know med school is serious business and all, but I hope he keeps his promise to you and lives a little...
Being in DK for brown folk is no joke...imagine Jutland!?
Dreaming...he's headed back to Arhus this weekend. Grown-up life sometimes suck!
Anonymous said…
I can totally relate. I think its very much the same being brown in Northern Europe isn't for the faint of heart. I live in The Netherlands and have experienced the same.
It is hard...and I recognize that it sometimes can be even harder for someone who comes from a Non-Western part of the world than for someone like me from say, New York. But this is why I fell in love with the following quote:"If you take a seed...and scatter it across the lands, some will end up in marshes, some in rich fertile lands with flowing streams, others in sand, and others among the mountains and rocks. IF the seed is tough, it will adapt and survive in all conditions; if it is weak, it will perish. The same seed in one country may yield a baobab but in another a oak. Our race is potent seed. Whether you are from Ghana or Guyana, you are born of the same seed and you will be of the same fruit. We must recognize our fruition in London, in Paris, in Dakar, in Harare, and in Maputo. Our roots are deep and wide."--ZenZele: A Letter for My Daughter, by J.Nozipo Maraire
Ibou said…
A great quote. /Ibou
Dang...maybe i'm a weak seed :( I feel like in withering in this freakin' little bitty city. (Ã…rhus)
Dreaming...I know how you feel. But we are not...we're surviving, aren't we? We gotta!
From your lips to God's ear. I hope so...I do I do.
yeah but god does not live here in dk....:-(
True that. I took some to NYC and they wanted to see a Harlem church service (of course) and they were so moved that they are still talking about it MONTHS later. It's a revelation to them that a building full of people can celebrate God and love and family that way. I'm astounded by that. By their surprise.
Diasporique said…
Medical school is already tough, and being in Europe coming from Ghana only adds to the sense of isolation. Best wishes to your friend...two years will be gone before he even knows it.

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