I have a lot on my mind.

Is it wise or woke?

I have a lot on my mind usually it bounces between race, gender, and equality. I listened to a podcast a few days ago where Maya Angelo was being interviewed by Oprah. She was a phenomenal woman to have been graced by Martin Luther King (the one who believed in resolution without war or peace without war, he reminded me of Jesus) and Malcolm X (he believed that there is no resolution without war which easily made me think of Peter. This makes me believe in somewhat a reincarnation of character but not spirit, I will talk about this in another day). She lived her life as it came and she was wise, well she was my wise. This then takes me to the idea of being woke and being wise is there a difference, wisdom is an experience that resonates into action and words whilst woke is the mentality that becomes a thesis it’s independent thinking that we magnify and try to make fitting for everyone.

Am I woke or wise?

That’s one thing I will never know but it won’t stop me from saying this about what I have seen and experienced.

There is no dignity amongst the poor, this is something that has been left on hold by a lot of people because it doesn’t sit well with them. It is insensitive to their comfortability; it doesn’t bother us so we turn the other way.

For so claimed Christians we do more devil work than good amongst ourselves, we are the priest and Jews to the man in a ditched robbed and bleeding.

Is it my place to judge us or is it my place to speak beyond my capability, who am I to talk about this, who am I to say stop or to tell someone to go? I am probably just another self-proclaimed saint that romanticize hypocrisy with phrases like

“I cannot do anything.

It is above me I am not in the place to do anything.

I don’t have the right.”

I might be just that sideliner sipping my cold cup of freshly squeezed orange juice being comfortable and loving the sun another brainwashed elite with books and knowledge but not ground.

I might just be a hypocrite.

So now let me romanticize my hypocrisy.

It’s funny how a pandemic is a thing that has taught us that the right to life is for the rich and the poor well they have no right to life they have the right to let time pass them by. They have the right to be used disregarded and put-on hold. Poverty is expensive, whatever has led us to believe there is pride in absence of basic needs? What has led us to think that living comfortably is a luxury? We see how health care is alien to most and public services are circuses. There is now the inadmissible line that we all can see of social injustice. What are we becoming as a species prioritizing self before others? A genetic human flaw, I guess.

There is this undisputed wokeness that is shadowed by misunderstanding and not knowing bring me back to wisdom and wokeness. I have seen we have grown to be tolerant to the intolerant and thought that it is being understanding that evokes wokeness or reason.

I had a conversation some time back with my friends about a ‘Make Zimbabwe Rhodesia again caption’ on a t-shirt. I believed it was racist not only because of the phrase but also the context that lied behind it, but my counterparts saw no wrong in it they believed that it was appropriate. I could never understand the reason behind it maybe it’s because I am too African to the bone, I lack that sprinkle of Western fineness. I was made to believe that I am an unpolished insecure black girl because I believed that a historically insensitive phrase is racist.

I parted ways with my reason my ability to separate the logic from the fact. Which is both good things that lack drive or passion. So, from this, I learned a new thing Racial insecurity that’s what I was alluded to for saying that it was not right for a person to sell shirts that highlighted the time when the black man was surviving without living.

I might seem too sensitive but I am.

So, I don’t know how to end this one, I should probably say Goodbye catch you later but I want to leave you in awe. So, I will say peace be with you and your spirit, spread love not to hate, and make yourself the embodiment of greatness.