Walking home late, last Saturday, after a looong day in South London, I happen to pass about six drunk people in their early 20s. I'm just a few metres ahead of them when I hear one of the guys say:
"What the f**k is she doing here anyway? Shouldn't she be back in Africa?"
As I hear his friends berate him for his racist comment, many thoughts run through my head. The urge to turn round and give him a piece of my mind is dismissed, I'm smart enough not to pick a fight at midnight on a Saturday, with a loser who's drunk.
I walk on a bit and realise I am smiling. Though these comments don't go by without stinging, the sting is so light now, because although I may be in England for a few months, my heart is in Accra (& Tema), my home is in Ghana, I have laid my roots in West Africa.
Your comments may sting, but like mosquito bites, they will quickly stop hurting; and before I know it, I will be back home. Where I belong.
6 comments:
I LOVE this post!
Interesting take on that experience. Makes me wonder if I'd be pissed off because South London is home for me....
Thanks Lady Jaye!
Nsoromma, don't be! It didn't happen in South London (which I also consider my UK home). I had a long day there, but this actually happened in Gravesend, just as I got of the train there.
Keep on loving the South!
Some people are such idiots!
Anyway Maya, how about the new KFC in Accra...
They should ditch the Colonel's secret recipe and substitute it for some not so secret ginger/onion marinade :-)
My brother worked at KFC sometime during his high school days and he said that the recipe came in a gigantic bag and the ingredients read: SECRET RECIPE :-|
Raine, I can't wait to see it with my own eyes, I'm getting conflicting reviews of the food.
Though a ginger/onion marinade sounds lush, it's the Papaye marinade I'd like to get my hands on!
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