5 jokes to use if someone asks why you don’t drink 

 

Wedding 2017

This past weekend I had the pleasure of attending a very beautiful wedding.

I originally bought this wedding dress for a friend’s wedding last year but I ended up not going. As such, I was very excited to have the opportunity to wear this dress. Due to me being pretty skinny when I bought this dress, I had to get it altered which presented the challenge of finding matching fabric but my tailor was a pro so she did a wonderful job.

As much as I enjoy weddings, they sometimes present a challenge for non-drinkers (like my current self). It seems like alcohol is always a highlight of the wedding for most and therefore, people are always curious as to why you choose not to drink. Therefore, I have come up with five witty jokes to use if someone asks why you choose not to drink. I think these jokes can be used in any scenario besides weddings. And yes they are 100% original. I hope they make you laugh so I can consider being the next Kevin Hart or better yet, Trevor Noah.

  1. Jesus blessed me with this gift of turning water into wine when it enters my mouth.
  2. It’s always happy hour for me when I am not drunk.
  3. I am naturally high on life must be the h20 in my glass.
  4. I like my grapes raw, unpressed, and not on the rocks. 
  5. I am trying to keep my kidneys healthy so I can get the best price for them on the black market.

On being an Awkward Black Girl

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clark middle school

I think when it comes to black girls and women, society has this preconceived notion about who we are supposed to be. This stereotype has the greatest disservice to those of us, I would argue the majority of us, who do not fit that mold. We are supposed to be strong, loud, and opinionated when some of us, like myself, consider ourselves awkward black girls because we don’t fit into these self-limiting roles. In 2011, we were blessed with a youtube series known as “The Mis-Adventures of Awkward Black Girl” by Issa Rae which showed us black women in a more authentic light.  Issa Rae proved to us that it was okay to not fit into what society defined as a black woman.

I swear I am Issa Rae’s biggest fan right now because I follow her on all her social media outlets and I also read her autobiography which has the same title as her youtube series. I would strongly recommend reading her autobiography because it helps you understand Issa Rae’s awkwardness better. I totally connected with the fact that she grew up in Senegal and the U.S. as I migrated to the U.S in the 4th grade which was a totally awkward experience especially with people not understanding my accent and me not understanding theirs. Similar to Issa, I never knew how to do the popular dances like the “Superman” which is a let down cause “black people are supposed to know all the cool dances”. To this day, my go to dance is the cupid shuffle because all the steps are outlined in the song which makes it quite simple to follow.

I also related to the awkward relationship phase that Issa went through where she thought she had to cheat in a relationship because she assumed the guy would cheat on her.  (I had a similar love defense mechanism which I talked about in my post “still searching”). Issa’s cheating behavior is brought up in her now HBO syndicated series renamed “Insecure” (probably to not pigeon hole the show with the name Awkward Black Girl but I ain’t mad at her hustle). If you haven’t followed the series, do yourself a favor and get on it (even if you have to mooch with friends that do have HBO). I am so proud of Issa’s journey as it goes to show that black women who do not fit into society’s misconceived stereotypes can still make it by being true to themselves.

On the “romphim” and the fragility of male masculinity

0CE3A083-831F-41A5-8B6C-021462E61282-3578-00000406C25C687EI find it interesting that my timeline this week was flooded with debates about the Romphim. When I first saw the concept of a male romper, my reaction was simple. I thought what a cool idea. I even thought maybe it was something that Kanye or Jaden Smith came up with and why I didn’t think of it. The first pictures I saw of nicely bodied men wearing them piqued my interest further in supporting this new gender norm breaking style. However, for the hundreds of supportive posts concerning the Romphim, there were thousands of posts bashing any male who would even consider wearing a romphim.

I’ve always known that male masculinity is very fragile but I was shocked that a male jumpsuit such as those men wear in prison but the “short” version would cause so much controversy just because it’s compared to the very feminine female romper. I can’t imagine what it must feel like to be a man yearning to breathe free and express himself but being barraged with policing from other men. Is the box that defines what a man is so small that a man wearing a romper is automatically less of a man? Based on the responses from the romphim debacle, it seems that box is smaller than we even thought.

This debacle even inspired me to consider that the new miss USA might be right in doing away with the word feminists and taking up the word equalist. Let’s fight for fair treatment for all of us not just being one-sided in our missions. Let us speak out for injustice for all. Today I speak out for the injustice of men in their dressing of choice. So there you go boys, wearing a romper doesn’t make you any less of a man. If anything it makes you a more adventurous person.

War. What is it good for?

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thrift store swag

If you’ve heard the song “War” by Edwin Starr, you would know that the answer to the question of what war is good for, is “absolutely nothing”. Yesterday, I had the pleasure of having an Uber Driver from Syria and my aversion to small talk led me to ask him about whether he still has family in Syria. He responded “yes” and I proceed to ask if his family is okay. His response made me feel like the most insensitive person ever as he stated that his family is all dead, his brothers, everyone. Of course, I said “I am so sorry” multiple times but I felt that it was best not to continue the conversation as he looked like he was on the verge of tears trying to gaze his eyes away from me.

I can’t imagine how it must feel to lose your family over a pointless war. To be honest, I think all war is pointless. The people caught up in the fighting are usually innocent, while those orchestrating murder and torture sit in their mansions as they continue to abuse their power. I can’t even begin to fathom how someone can fervently support a war while knowing that several innocent people, including children, will die. I hope there’s a special place in hell for people like that. I know according to christianity, sin is sin, no matter how big or small but I think the sin of war should be far greater than most; like I think the corner of hell for those who promote war should be increased a couple 100 degrees higher than the rest haha.

Don’t worry, I won’t bring the orange president Mr. Trump into this. As much as some of us despise him, he is not the first to air strike other countries and he probably won’t be the last. I know wishing for peace is cliche and is a classic beauty pageant answer to “how can the world improve?” But yeah, I think peace can take us very far. Just look at how war has held us back (those of us who don’t have stocks in military related companies). The U.S. alone spent billions on the “war on terror” only to find out there that there weren’t any “weapons of mass destruction” in Iraq. Like how stupid is that?! And after all this, you would think we would learn our lesson and stop meddling in the Middle East. But no, the same cycle of war continues.

I wonder how war lords go to sleep at night knowing that their actions directly lead to the death of innocent lives. Is maintenance of money and power that important that war becomes just another day at the office? What do you tell people like my Uber Driver who have to live without their family that they loved so dearly just because someone wanted more power. I can’t even imagine the pain that my Uber Driver has been through but I commend him for his strength and hope. For the fact that he somehow finds meaning in his life to continue another day of work and another day of living without his family.

On Breakups and Modern Day Love

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pre-afternoon nap selfie- Summer 2014

I have a theory that modern day breakups are 10 times as hard as in the olden days when computers and Facebook didn’t exist. Why you ask? Simply stated, it’s because Facebook and social media does not permit the forgive and forget process to go as easily. It is hard to move on when you have to delete those cute pictures that you and your ex-bae took together. Once you do get the courage to delete the pictures, your ex-bae’s profile creeps on you when you see one of his or her posts. Furthermore, some ex-baes do not obey the no-contact rule and still continue to stalk you on LinkedIn (which of course sends notifications of who looked at your profile) and even muster the courage or stupidity to like one of your not so recent Facebook posts. If you’ve been fortunate enough not to experience such selfish acts of friendliness/voyeurism/stalker-ism, then trust me when I say it is unnecessary torture.

My ideal break-up is described well by a Gwen Stefani song that I am obsessed and recently learned to play on the guitar. The song known as “Cool” which has an awesome video that I’ll link below is about being “cool” with your ex no matter what you went through and being happy for them even if that means finding different significant others to be with. My  favorite lines come from both the opening and closing verse which I’ll list below.

Opening verse:

It’s hard to remember how it felt before,

Now I found the love of my life…

Passes things get more comfortable,

Everything is going right.

Closing verse:

And I’ll be happy for you if you can be happy for me.

Circles and triangles, and now we’re hangin’ out with your new girlfriend,

So far from where we’ve been,

I know we’re cool.     I know we’re cool.

So far, I haven’t experienced this cool-ness with any of my exes but speaking for my own behalf, I am at peace with them. I wouldn’t mind meeting any of my exes’ new girlfriends because I can be happy for them and hope that they would be happy for me too if I found love. But anyway, you guys should seriously watch the video to Gwen Stefani’s song.

Side note: Her platinum blonde hair tempts me to try blonde one day but clearly we do have very different skin tones. Let me know what you think of the video and if you think I could pull of the blonde look.

GWEN STEFANI COOL VIDEO

My thoughts on Black History Month

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Steve Biko- one of the martyrs of South African Apartheid

As someone who had to take an Introduction to African American History course in college to actually learn more than the few paragraphs of black history that we learn in Elementary and High school, I have come to appreciate any opportunity that presents more learning about the history of my race. Of course, in Kenya I did learn Kenyan history and we didn’t have a month devoted to that as we are all Kenyans there. So in comparison, I find Black History Month to not be enough as a significant portion of history has been lost or hidden (I think hidden is more appropriate because if I could learn a lot more in college, a lot more can be taught at all levels of schooling).

My experience with Black History Month, especially in high school, was that we would discuss the same ten people every year (Martin Luther King Jr, Madame CJ Walker, Rosa Parks, and I am sure you can name the rest). I don’t understand why Black History Month needs a poster boy: MLK and poster girl: Rosa Parks. I think each year we should try to highlight more and more African Americans that we have never heard of, such as Robert Smalls who became a sea captain during the civil war which led President Lincoln to accept black soldiers in the war. I had to go to college to learn about Robert Smalls as well as about the black bourgeoisie and the industrial prison complex which constitutes modern day slavery of minorities who are disproportionally imprisoned as compared to whites (if you don’t believe me read The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness by Michelle Alexander).

This year I celebrated Black History Month by watching I Am Not Your Negro which highlights James Baldwin’s involvement in the civil rights movement and his relationships with the key figures of that time, namely Martin Luther King Jr, Malcolm X, and Medgar Evers. I also watched Hidden Figures during Christmas which helped me to learn about other black women who contributed to NASA’s advancements (as I already knew about Mae Jemison who was the first black female astronaut and is included in that list of the 10 people we hear about every black history month). Maybe if I had learned about Katherine Johnson, the mathematical genius behind the calculations for the trajectories to the moon, I would have been inspired to choose a career in Math or engineering instead of health sciences. However, the movie was inspiring to me even as a pharmacy major where there are not many black students at my school and it sometimes feel like we have to work twice as hard to get the same acknowledgement. Hidden Figures definitely touched my heart on several levels including the balance of career and family that we women often have to worry about. During moments of wanting to give up, I now tell myself that if these women could achieve what they did in segregation era, I can also find a way.

And that’s exactly why I think learning about other characters in the scheme of black history is so important. We need continuous inspiration and therefore, we must widen the spectrum of black history from the 10 key figures that we always talk about to the infinite number of characters that we can learn about.

I don’t think this is the appropriate time to reveal that I also watched Get Out yesterday and despite the era of a black president, racists do exist and the use of black people as vessels of labor, tools stripped of their humanity, is not new. However, the movie is just so well-written and nuanced that I recommend everyone to watch it. Sure it is a horror film and has nothing to do with black history, except for the fact that similar gruesome things have happened to black people throughout history but I won’t mention which since that might give away the story.

As we are now in March and Black History was quintessentially awarded the shortest month of the year, I do hope that all of you were able to learn something new this year about someone other than the aforementioned 10 figures that we usually reuse and recycle. If not, why not use the rest of the year to do the same as time is in fact relative.

Tom Boy Chronicles

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Durban art night

As you may have not noticed amongst my short dresses and well-crafted hair and make-up, I am a well-seasoned tom boy. My style has become girly over the years but I’ve been a tom boy since childhood. If you want me to prove it, I can show you the scars from racing people on the track, my warning slips from elementary school from associating with a group of rambunctious boys, my lack of poise and avoidance of the color pink for the majority of my life.

So I am sure you are asking, how is life as a tom boy? Don’t you worry because this post will highlight both the advantages and short-comings of associating more with the male species.

  1. Less Drama– It is well known that boys are less inclined to have grudges and start gossip as compared to females. I can verify that this is true and I do appreciate my male relationships for this but with one caveat. As a tom boy, it’s all guns and roses until one of your male friends decides to fall in love with you. I have experienced this phenomenon over the years and can attribute it to the dwindling numbers of my male homies as dudes tend to jump ship once they realize that they’re in the “friend-zone”.
  2. No need to impress– As we all know, females love competition when it comes to how you dress, how you beat your face, how you cook, how you breathe, etc. I think this is just second nature with being a female and maybe this is what helps females to advance in life into woman-hood, where gossip and fake smiles become second nature. With dudes, they don’t try to impress each other for the most part unless the discussion is about cars and football/soccer. For the most part, dudes are laid back and fart freely around each other without batting an eye. So yes, if I want to hang out with one of my male homies, I could care less what I am wearing and don’t even care to put on perfume most of the times (don’t judge, Chanel Mademoiselle is not cheap).
  3. Becoming Fluent in Guy Talk– If you’re dating a guy or trying to flirt with a guy, it can be very difficult to decode their language. Like when do you know when a guy is being shy or not interested. But after hanging around for more than a week with guys, you become fluent in their language. You know when they just want to be left alone or when their sad that you’re not giving them enough attention. Therefore, dating the male species does become easier which I’ll explain further in the next point.
  4. Help with Dating- Hanging out with other dudes definitely increases one’s exposure to the opposite sex and can lead to getting hooked up with a dude in no time. This means no need for tinder or Facebook stalking guys so you can show up at the next invite that they RSVP’d to. Instead, guys glow freely for tom boys and you always have your male representatives to put in a good word for you unless they also have a crush on you, which then means they’ll make sure to c***block any dude who comes near you.
  5. Increased Savings– I think it’s safe to say that most female activities center around money (catching up over lunch or dinner, going to the movies, and of course SHOPPING). Guys are very economical when it comes to food- the cheaper the better. They save their money for big items- cars and electronics and they hate shopping for the most part. Furthermore, when hanging out with guys, you can wear the same outfit for three years and none of them would care. Therefore, hanging out with guys is directly correlated to increased savings.

So ladies, I would advise you to get a group of male friends to make your dating and financial life better.  For those of you who are seasoned tom boys, like me, feel free to comment with your experiences to add to anything I might have missed.

“Stiff necked fools” ft race in America

-originally written July 21, 2010

So this post is sort of dedicated to the teacher I have been helping along with Martin at the Art Museum. By the way, this is not a good dedication. Not that I don’t like the teacher in fact I do, let’s call him Mr.Brown cause he is brown (no offense intended). Anyway it was something that he said that caught my attention( and not in a good way). Ok, so i am just setting up the paint station, Martin- who happens to be white- is out of the room at the moment and he says to me “Mercy, how is it dealing with black kids when you are so smart”. So at that moment i’m like wait a second is that what i just heard from this black person. So i know he was referring to African Americans in general when he mentioned black people since we are in America. So my response was that ever since I had been living here, I have gone to school for smart people (i.e. magnet schools -google for reference). So irregardless of race, we were all there to learn. Sure there was the bullies but mainly those bullies bullied out of jealousy of my intelligence like when I would teach the class a shortcut I had discovered for a Math question. So we went on talking where he stated “all these black children here are just lazy, don’t want to use their brains”. What i wanted to say was “that’s a generalization and i think it’s unfair to make that statement considering there are black children who work hard in school”. But what i said was “true. but I usually don’t surround myself with those people. I usually hang out with foreigners or children of foreigners”. But recently, I have started hanging out with the black kids of my IB college program and these are people who are fully committed to success like me. So anyway, back to Mr.Brown. The conversations transitions  to talking about the diversity in our schools. Martin goes to a private school-primarily white- and says that he wishes that even though he is friends with a Nigerian and Korean, he wishes there was more diversity.

Anyway when I went home, I started thinking about this more especially how one of the black ladies in charge of the black kids at the museum had asked me where I was from because I talk different-“like a white person”. And black people always try to mock me for not talking like them- despite the fact that I am black. So this led me to the revelation that race doesn’t define anything except your race. It doesn’t define how you walk, dress, eat, talk, laugh, drive,..anything. But why do people make it that way. Obviously it’s the environment. Look at Eminem for example he’s a white person but raps and talks like a black person from the inner city while in society he’s not supposed to rap or talk like that. But where  Eminem came from people rapped and talked like that and now so does he. So i am sick and tired of these people who look at you and put you in a box. “OH, you’re black- go into the black box where you behave this way”. But many people don’t fit into those boxes. Like me for example. Like, why would someone expect me to speak like an African American when I AM AFRICAN! It annoys me. I spoke British English before I got here, not ebonics English. And when i started to live here, I didn’t move into the inner city and I didn’t go to a inner city school. So why in the hell do people expect me to speak like I am from the inner city. Because of the color of my skin?! Honestly, those stiff necked fools “can have several seats” (slang for sit down and shut up). So my Kenyan people, if you’re planning to come to America at some point you should be ready to face color based discrimination.  In conclusion, America is a complicated place.
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$$$ MONEY MONEY MONEY $$$

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MONEY, MONEY, MONEY….money. How many things have you done purely for the love of money?  If you answer honestly, money probably rules the majority of our life choices-what you do, what you buy, what you invest in life, etc. We’re all in a relationship with money and most of us are in an abusive one. Simply stated, money is the pimp of life. It forces us to do things we don’t want to do-get up in the morning,  brush your teeth, and get ready for a job that you probably don’t like. But despite how abusive the relationship is, we always go back to it. Like the battered wife, we make excuses for money- ‘Oh but he buys me x,y, and z’ or ‘he takes care of the kids’- and hang on to the hope that the relationship will change one day. But deep down inside we know that money will never change. Money will always be money.

If we want the relationship to be different, we must change.If we don’t want to be slaves, we must use money against itself  and buy our freedom from it-from the debt and more importantly from the dependence on a 9-5 job.  We have to learn to be like the greats,  the Russel Brand and the P. Diddy’s of the world, who learned how to pimp their money.  We must always have a plan- which some of us think of as a budget but the more ambitious think of as a business plan. If there’s anything I’ve learned from rich people is that they don’t like to spend their own money, they invest it. And we all know money is a great force to  be reckoned with so we’ll probably be more successful if we face it with a team. So how about that  squad you spend every weekend drinking with. Maybe it is time to stop digging an early grave with alcohol and start investing in a cemetery instead. Excuse my morbidity but its important that we acknowledge that how we spend our money can either kill us or make us a killing. May you have great success in the latter.

And when y’all make it big out there, don’t forget to come back and tell us how you did it- preferably over a nice lunch at the Hilton on your bill.  🙂

In honor of Yvonne Chaka Chaka ft “Thirsty Thursdays”

If you’ve been to college, you’re probably familiar with the term “thirsty Thursday”. If not,  here’s the breakdown: a day where students oppressed by the daily routine of college decide to celebrate the weekend early by consuming a lot of alcohol. I won’t disclose whether I participated or not but I will provide you with a song of my choice if I could participate today. Don’t worry I am over 21 and have just chosen as of a few months ago to stop drinking for good (for financial reasons lol….I prefer shoes over cocktails).  Although I was first exposed to alcohol at an appropriate age, I remember being exposed to one of the African songs that glorifies drinking culture in a classy traditional way. Ladies and gentlemen, that song is Umqombothi by Yvonne Chaka Chaka who has since been dubbed as the Princess of Africa.

As you may or may not know, I proclaimed  that I would dedicate this week on my blog to all the women who have served as inspirations in my life. Although “thirsty Thursdays can be fun, that’s not what I truly associate Yvonne Chaka Chaka with in my memory. I was first introduced to Chaka Chaka’s music as a young girl (probably less than 9 years old) in Kenya when my dad brought home a video tape (dark ages lol) which was a music collection of Chaka Chaka’s greatest hits. As I think back on that now, I realize that she was the first musician that I had ever seen on our TV. From research (wikipedia *cough* *cough*), I have discovered that she was one of the first Black people to air on TV in South Africa (apartheid *cough* *cough*). She was truly an icon. Even my less than 9 year old self could see how glamorous and confident she was in her videos.

Chaka Chaka represented an African Princess though she was not one by birth rite. In fact, she was raised by a single mother who struggled to make ends meet with her meager salary as a domestic worker. Her father, a struggling musician, died when she was 11 years old. Therefore, I find it inspiring that Chaka Chaka still decided to pursue music despite the reality of her father’s struggle as a musician and the reality of segregation in South Africa. I think she represents female boldness and perseverance when the odds were against her. Her story shows that success is not determined by where you came from or who your parents are. Instead, success is determined by what you decide to do and how you choose to do it. With that I am reminded of a quote from a CEO that I met at a conference this year. It might be corny but I think it rings true: “If not  you, who?” If you don’t pursue that dream you have, who will? If you don’t work hard for what you want, who will do it for you?

I don’t mean to sound like DJ Khaled here but you are the “major key” of your life. Let us seek inspiration from those who have made it so that we may be inspiration for others. With that said, many thanks to you for reading my blog and many thanks to Yvonne Chaka Chaka for blessing our ears with her music.