This is Africa: Adults, Lipsticks and Afros
I am African and I love Africa. A place rich with diverse cultures, languages and traditions. A continent of resilient people who have experienced some of the greatest travails like The Slave Trade and have still emerged victorious. Wounded, but still victorious. There seems to be this spirit of brotherhood which bonds all Africans together, that tough spirit the western world calls the “African Spirit”. Africa is seen as a close-knit society. There is respect in Africa: young and old people know their places.
As important as respect is, there are some things which these “adults” do and say to young people, which are outrightly unacceptable. And by “adults”, I mean that stern sister in the choir who scrutinizes the dressing of every young lady in the church, determining who is sleeping around and who isn’t. Or that man who used to work with your mom and now believes that that provides sufficient basis of familiarity for him to address you on how the ‘Afro’ you’re keeping will someday destroy your life. Yes, those are the ‘adults’ I refer to, not family members or friends.
And so it happened that last week I went to my sister’s school, which is also my alma mater, with a friend who is also an ex-student himself. As expected, we saw our former teachers, most of whom we greeted with automatic bows and plastered smiles. We moved on as quickly as possible, as we knew if we loitered a second longer, they would ask in that high-pitched tone, as if the question had just popped into their head, saying, “Ehnehn! So what are doing now?” (This, of course means ‘Have you gained admission or is your life currently being destroyed?’. There is no in-between).
As we moved on, I spotted a ‘familiar’ teacher. This woman used to be a member of my church until she had to leave because her husband was ordained as the pastor of a new church which elevated her to the role of a ‘pastor’s wife’. Now, I do not know if it was her new position or the fact that we used to be former church members, but throughout my stay in school, she always had something to say about how I looked, how my new hairstyle showed the kind of friends I was keeping or how I should clean off that lip gloss I was wearing. She always made me feel like I had something to apologize for, like I had to seek her consent to be who I was. Being a free-spirited child, I always wondered why she never asked about my schoolwork. I was a child, vulnerable and impressionable, capable of being psychologically bruised.
Now as we drew nearer to this woman to greet her, I smiled in my mind as I could see her already assessing me, taking note of my jeans, lipstick and hair. On cue, she said, “Dupe you know I will complain about your dress ehn. I don’t like this. Don’t let your nakedness be exposed o!. You know I’m always telling you.” I could already feel steam coming out of my ears. My friend being the good friend that he is tried to hold back his laughter and I being the cultured child I am, bowed and smiled, and we went on our way.
This is just one of many occurrences to show how rude these people can be, and not in creative ways. If I could address this woman, this is how I would describe her comment. RUDE. “Rude” in Africa is a one-way thing. Only the young can be rude to the elderly. But we forget that we are human first before being old or young or African. So this woman was rude to me as a human being to a fellow human being. It is rude to try and impose your beliefs or ways of thinking on someone else. INSULTING. It is insulting to my mother’s sense of judgment as a parent. It is implying that she does not know what is best for me. It is undermining a parent’s role to try and decide what is best for another man’s child. PRETENTIOUS AND INTRUSIVE. A lot of people need to learn how to mind their businesses in this part of the world. People use “godly advice” as an excuse to poke their noses into other people’s businesses. I do not support indecent dressing; I support people edifying other people, but I also believe that a line should be drawn between brotherly advice and making a child apologize for who they are. For, in the end, these people end up ignoring what’s on the inside, the actual build-up of the person.
I cannot address this woman this way because like I said when I started, this is Africa. We have cultures and traditions; ancient things you do not mess with. But who knows what the future holds ;things might change. We may be given the permission to address adults that way. But if I do not want my future to ‘hold’ slaps from a concerned mother and calls from worried family members, I will keep my mouth shut and smile dutifully when people complain about my dressing. This is Africa.
Thanks for reading. See you next week Friday.
Dupe,i so much enjoy reading your blog,I like your choice of words and the headings to your stories are really nice.
I would never understand why they feel/see the need to criticize everyone’s mode of dressing and why our behavior and mode of conduct has to be acceptable by people whom I believe are stuck in the past..its only natural that I look in the mirror before I leave my home and if my idea of style nd fashion is acceptable by me nd lacks criticism from my parents..i don’t see why the so called adults should interfere…
What’s more is that these people see their actions as justified, see it as their role to criticize anything new. Thank you so much Jemima. God bless.
“We forget that we are human
first before being old or young or African.”
Girl, I am framing that and taking it to college.
Much as I would love to defend the ‘old brigade’ of guardians, teachers and significant others, your rhetorics do carry a valid point, Dupe. Some adults exploit the liberty of moderating young people’s outlook and life to the extreme and, like you have mentioned, this sometimes condescends to affronts on biological parents’ child-rearing styles as well as hurts the psyche of the young. Adults need to learn to understand ‘this generation’s new world’ to bring their sagely mentoring to bear positive results. Point noted, blogger.
soo true! Most of the so-called adults have children who are worse but they are too busy condemning innocent children to see theirs. Lord help us
lollz. Dupe I understand o. That is true anyway. Nice one.
Dupe i think i know that “mummy” but i guess i was lucky to have not been on her rader or maybe she just dey look my “uchenna face” (uchenna is fiercer than uche)…
I have only 2 words…”haters gon hate” (okay, that was 3; sue me lol)
Now seriously, i am pained, appalled and disgusted by the hypocrisy and sanctimonious piety of some “elders”.
I tgink africa gives more credit to age than they deserve. Even the bible in Job made a remark about the deception and fraud of age. Job 32:1-9
Sometimes i feel like older people should be scolded and some laid on thier belly and thoroughly walloped.
However, i am thankful for them. Thier mistakes are our lessons and thier faults are our aspirations. We have to stop the recurrence of such evil as we grow older. Until then…*sigh*
Thanks for the comments everyone! God bless.
Wow. NICE. A friend told me 2 check accordingtodupe… out nd dis is something worth checking out.
So cool. Great job.
Perhaps they take the saying “It takes a village to raise a child” a tad to the extreme. Your titles are ingenious by the way. Go Dupe!