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One of the hardest things about being black is how we’ve been brainwashed in almost every aspect of our life.
Any path you chose will get you nowhere because everything is a lie.
Religion, culture, tradition, customs, rituals and everything in between.
Any path you chose will get you nowhere because everything is a lie.
Religion, culture, tradition, customs, rituals and everything in between.
What actually makes me sad is we stay defending and preserving practices to do absolutely nothing for our livelihood. We literally perpetuate our own abuse.
We don’t even need anyone to oppress us, we do it ourselves
We don’t even need anyone to oppress us, we do it ourselves
Ask yourself why when something is said to be isiko lakho you’re willing to die for it but when you check how it improves your life= zero.
There are SO MANY practices in all our cultures that make absolutely no sense and worse, some are detrimental to our wellbeing
There are SO MANY practices in all our cultures that make absolutely no sense and worse, some are detrimental to our wellbeing
Some affect our mental health, some physical and some will literally bankrupt us 
We practice these things without knowledge or understand of WHY. Besides “it’s our culture” there’s no other reason.
We practice these things without knowledge or understand of WHY. Besides “it’s our culture” there’s no other reason.
And when you try to dig you realize that it was done because of limitations back then or just the way things were set up and there’s absolutely no significance of that particular ritual.
And we run with it and defend it, meanwhile it’s absolutely meaningless.
And we run with it and defend it, meanwhile it’s absolutely meaningless.
Some of our beloved practices, as we have all grown to understand were just started by someone or some family who just decided to do things like that because maybe they were rich for example
But yeyi we are will to die for it now.
But yeyi we are will to die for it now.
Basically we attach the value of our lives to traditions we neither like, understand or benefit from.
Take lobola for example. Firstly we are not doing it right, secondly we don’t seem to understand it or even care enough to. Once we find someone who’ll explain how it started, how and why it was done, and most importantly WHAT IT MEANS... we’re still not brave enough to change
To me it’s no different from religion. We’re so desperate to attach meaning to our lives that we’ll accept anything that promises to give it to us, sadly it never does.
You think you know, but do you, really?
You think you know, but do you, really?
