tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41398004400487297932024-02-02T05:04:12.618-08:00Rivers of ThoughtThe Personal, The Spiritual and The Theoretical combined.
Oyinda//London//17//Soppy
this blog exists to express my thoughts and my opinions on issues that interest me. I'll do my best to be politically correct, but I don't have a lot of experience so forgive me if I slip. I'm here to vent, discuss and explore. Oyinda Yemi-Omowumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01264369086295091165noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139800440048729793.post-51613650262591028452016-11-27T04:36:00.002-08:002016-11-27T06:30:35.043-08:00la rêverie #2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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and he roars and he sneezes and he spits and he fills the air with his germs
and his cooties, till we’re sat glum on our seats under a grey cloud fed to us
in the style of the pearly gates, except the doors lead to a corporate heaven; banal and
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time where you slip into a hazy moment?
Where your mind is far away from reality, and your eyes are climbing up
the stars to a distant galaxy where it’s a summer burning hot and the winter
doesn’t bite the tip of your nose in the late afternoon. Or where it’s a summer
blazing hot and the sweat clings to your skin, and you feel lucky when a soft
breeze pirouettes over those exposed patches of skin leaving the whisper of a
cool ice touch. Or of a spring where I open the curtain and welcome the voyeur
sun with tired eyes as it hangs, discrete, from white-cloud strings. A spring
where I walk for a long while with a book in my bag, knowing I can brave the
wind coat-free.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10pt;">Sometimes I slip into a reality where I’m grown and my eyes reflect my years, and I’m walking across a city with a briefcase in my right hand and a coffee in my left. Where I’m on my way to a job not too far from my home, and it’s a job that I love so much that I smile when I walk through the door, and in my heart, I still carry that curious kindness of a small child. That’s the daydream of a 17-going-on-18 adolescent girl reminding herself why she sits and she listens (sometimes) and works hard. It’s the daydream of 17-going-on-18 adolescent girl reminding herself that for all the moments you procrastinate, that’s another two moments of educational endeavours regardless of how late it is. </span><br />
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your head is spinning and it feels like you’re swimming underwater, except it’s
a feeling and you know it’s all in your head. That the ocean is all in your head.
And it’s a funny thought because the ocean is masses and masses of water, with
depths untouched and undiscovered. It’s deep dark below-ground heaven that we
can prove exists… and it’s all in my head and my brain is drowning in it. I'm imagining that feeling where your eyes are dazed and your hands, as they glide – unsteady
– through the air, look as if they’re making ripples in some invisible body
of water. Oh, and the legs, two legs to be exact, wobbly because the blood that
runs from head-to-toe is groggy blood (too little oxygen or too much oxygen?)
and the ground feels uneven, like when you let the laughter of your friends
carry you from the shallow end of the pool to the deep end of the pool. That
deep deep deep end. The one where if you pull yourself underwater, you can see
legs scrabbling about trying to keep afloat; the individualistic doggy paddle
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It's a known fact that I am a soppy sack of wilting flowers.<br />
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<br />Oyinda Yemi-Omowumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01264369086295091165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139800440048729793.post-37910807875502470072016-11-13T12:34:00.000-08:002017-11-13T02:46:03.456-08:00Skin Deep: an exploration of colourism in relation to whiteness<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Although <a href="http://www.tcs.cam.ac.uk/features/0036107-in-whiteness-we-stand-united.html" target="_blank">this article</a> focuses on South Asian culture, it’s a parallel issue across many POC communities so yeah, <a href="http://www.tcs.cam.ac.uk/features/0036107-in-whiteness-we-stand-united.html" target="_blank">“in Whiteness, we stand united”</a>. Reading it made me reflect on my own perception of skin colour and how it had fluctuated over my adolescent life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The issue of skin-bleaching is rooted in colourism and colourism is rooted in internalised racism. The concept of ranking blackness in shades, whereby how light your skin is equates to a higher position in the culturally-defined hierarchy of beauty, is deeply flawed and divisive. And ironic because, as the article mentions, outside the subaltern, you’re black you’re black, there’s no two ways about it. Why do we still continue to feel the need to categorise shades of skin colour? Why are there people who rank beauty based on its relationship to whiteness? It’s damaging to someone’s identity and someone’s self-esteem because even in the culture you inhabit and refer to as home (primarily thinking about young women in POC communities outside the western world), you still end up feeling like the “other”. It’s hard not to when you’re bombarded with billboards and televised adverts of dark “skin being magically transformed into a celestially, white complexion”. Or even here in the UK, standing in a hair shop with rows upon rows of skin lightening/bleaching products, all of which exploiting the vulnerability of young minds and allowing them to swallow whole, and unprocessed those Eurocentric ideals of beauty. It’s scary to think that 3/4 years ago, I would’ve contemplated it, and it’s scary to think how much self-hate I carried around with me at that age. This was further heightened by having to witness </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10pt;">the whitewashing of celebrities on the front covers of magazines, a subconscious message that beauty is only attainable with light-skin. </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6Cfib2wgX1M4r58t-yVlHU88GUiN_DIpnG_DRJk39dwIeD0uZIYJToPi8J9kSquFQZpi_riQZrjtUVfY_3UChumwA52UK7UzfvLweDZir-DlC-n4Ggub1H9Jq_meMvzWi9sC-ig_Klt1/s1600/Untitled.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6Cfib2wgX1M4r58t-yVlHU88GUiN_DIpnG_DRJk39dwIeD0uZIYJToPi8J9kSquFQZpi_riQZrjtUVfY_3UChumwA52UK7UzfvLweDZir-DlC-n4Ggub1H9Jq_meMvzWi9sC-ig_Klt1/s320/Untitled.png" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;">In fact, in one of my favourite books – “<i>Happiness, Like Water</i>” by <a href="http://lithub.com/chinelo-okparanta-on-faith-war-and-being-gay-in-nigeria/" target="_blank">Chinelo Okparanta</a> – there’s a short story called “<i>Fairness</i>” that explores this. Set in Nigeria, it looks at a mother-daughter relationship, where the mother, who has recently returned from a trip to America, brings with her copies of women’s fashion magazines. Uzoamaka’s mother feeds her these Eurocentric beauty standards through the American magazines, repeatedly urges her to lighten her skin, to emulate her mother’s journey to beauty with bleaching creams. And not only is it a familial thing, it’s a societal thing, as Uzoamaka watches as girls at her school transform themselves for the sake of whiteness. I won’t spoil the ending but it’s shocking and sad, and even more so because you see no change or growth in Uzoamaka’s perception of beauty, but I guess that’s the point. Once it’s ingrained, it’s hard to scrub its effects away. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10pt;">Also, I haven't read this book but I know that "</span><i style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 10pt;">The Bluest Eye</i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10pt;">" by <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/apr/25/toni-morrison-books-interview-god-help-the-child" target="_blank">Toni Morrison</a> (a wonder) also explores a similar issue of internalised self-hate, a racial inferiority complex and seeing beauty in the hands of whiteness. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><a href="https://vimeo.com/122574484">Yellow Fever</a> from <a href="https://vimeo.com/ngendo">Ng'endo Mukii</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Recently, I’ve been interested in the effects, more like the fallout, of colonialism after all these countries gained independence. With European colonialism came the influx of white supremacist ideology, which included the binary opposition of white vs. black; white perceived as "the standard/preferred", black perceived as "the other", or even more white perceived as the "superior", black perceived as the "inferior". With this included <a href="http://colorismhealing.org/skin-bleaching-around-world/" target="_blank">"the association of blackness with primitiveness, lack of civilisation, unrestrained sexuality, pollution, and dirt"</a>. This being said, one can view skin bleaching as a method of escaping those negative associations, separating yourself from "the other" and being one step closer to being regarded as an ideal. Especially as these associations then leak into social systems. Take the job industry for example, time and time again black woman are being told that their natural hair, that dreadlocks, are <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-36279845" target="_blank">unprofessional for the workplace</a>. Afro-textured hair, "nappy" = uncivilised. Is this fair? No. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 150%;">On a positive note however, people are breaking that cycle. Like the self-love movement permeating through social-media. The <b>personal is political</b>, being looking at the mirror and celebrating the beauty in the colour of your skin and watching that daily affirmation positively affect the rest of your day. Spitting in the face of that person who challenges your beauty simply because you wear your dark skin proudly. Your melanin glows because you walk the earth with love for yourself and others. </span><br />
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<b><i><u>An Accompaniment</u></i></b></div>
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<a href="https://soundcloud.com/oshunnyc/brown" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.3333px;" target="_blank">Oshun - Brown</a><br />
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIRXNA3Eofs" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 10pt;" target="_blank">Fela Kuti - Yellow Fever</a><br />
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_5jIt0f5Z4" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.3333px;" target="_blank">India.Arie - I Am Not My Hair ft. Akon</a><br />
<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12kMTnObZcM" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: 13.3333px;" target="_blank">India.Arie - Brown Skin</a></div>
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