tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225088520200629410.post7221343124598160452..comments2024-01-16T07:18:56.206-03:00Comments on Fly Brother: Hot and Kold, Hong KongFly Brotherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02675211627726489759noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225088520200629410.post-67006252529347999502009-12-09T13:56:27.987-02:002009-12-09T13:56:27.987-02:00Sherene: Oh, how thoroughly we have been colonized...Sherene: Oh, how thoroughly we have been colonized. It is <i>very</i> bloody annoying.<br /><br />Kwere: I hear you bruh, but unless the universe conspired to have me encounter <i>all</i> of the sons and daughters of African notables at the exact moment that they were going sans security detail <i>and</i> all having bad days, I doubt seriously the validity of that particular excuse *cough* reason. Don't forget my four years as the <b>only</b> non-broom-pushing negro at my jobs in Colombia, preceeded by lonesome stints on Capitol Hill (the Senate side, playboy). I was the exact opposite: a random and unexpected nod of solidarity would actually <i>lighten</i> the weary load for me. And I wish you would walk past me and not speak in a hallway, fool. You would have gotten a loud and embarrassing, "WUSSUP, BRUH!" and then had to deal with unending internal regret..."Damn, I shoulda spoke." But see, that's what happens when folk <i>ain't got no home train</i>in'. I'm telling you, it's the downfall of society.<br /><br />I agree with you about the whole glass thing. Doesn't mean we still can't call out misbehavior, bro-ham.<br /><br />Harvey: Thanks for stopping back by, dude. Where in China you headed?Fly Brotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02675211627726489759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225088520200629410.post-30667129152600498952009-12-09T00:56:22.724-02:002009-12-09T00:56:22.724-02:00I haven't been here in a while! Good to see yo...I haven't been here in a while! Good to see you're still blogging. I'm moving to China in Jan! I see you're off to Brazil.<br /><br />Niiice.Harveyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04124970399121600312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225088520200629410.post-517614630985023482009-12-05T06:37:04.610-02:002009-12-05T06:37:04.610-02:00(this sounds really cliché, but most anglophone up...(this sounds really cliché, but most anglophone upper class africans i've grown up with are either more english than the queen or more valley than an 80s sitcom; occasionally there is a happy medium, but they are really rare. sadly, i'm speaking from personal experience, having dated a few members of this group in high school, and to be honest, such folks are to this day a major contingent of my friends and important acquaintances. <br /><br />the angolans, in particular, make you want to just stop and stare. "i've never lived in/been to england or america," you will hear them say. but yet, their accent will totally say bethesda-chevy chase high school. the angolan teevee presenters on south african satellite television just have you thinking that daddy bought them a television show. to get them a job.)kwerekwerehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01057201172646578598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225088520200629410.post-40753761663901316652009-12-04T17:41:30.714-02:002009-12-04T17:41:30.714-02:00a lot of the children of southern african kleptocr...a lot of the children of southern african kleptocrats [not only mugabe's daughter, but several other lesser kleptrocrats too] go to school/live in hong kong. they often take their security details with them. it's more than likely that you saw some of them on their day[s] off; they're not really allowed to socialise. and the kids don't want the chance to be recognised, so... incognegro is the intent.<br /><br />that said, i've been in places where i've totally been in an "i am not feeling the solidarity today" mood. it was one of the reasons why i left birmingham [the original one] -- when you're the only black person in your office building who isn't cleaning it, you get a bit ... cranky after a while. <br /><br />you could have caught everyone on a bad day -- or just seen obiang's nephew, biya's grandson, or bongo's cousin and not even known who they were. <br /><br />[the glass is half full. always. really.]kwerekwerehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01057201172646578598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225088520200629410.post-64592155771185499292009-12-04T16:17:05.802-02:002009-12-04T16:17:05.802-02:00Interesting. One theory for this avoidance could b...Interesting. One theory for this avoidance could be that they want to seem cosmopolitan, urban and non-clannish/non-stereotypical in that they don't get over-excited on seeing one of their own. Several Indians do the same avoidance of eye contact to seem cooler than other "cruder, uncool" Indians who bond over their Indianness. Knowing this does not make it any more bearable - bloody annoying, I think!sherenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04215250204825717737noreply@blogger.com