each other for just a day and beside we’re both young. But I like
you. I’m sorry and please forgive me,’ she apologised.
I
walk in between both of them while I try to control my feelings for her. Hurt
was for sure. Anger was all I had for Michael. Keeping calm and walking away
was my ultimate goal to prevail.
‘Phil
we need to talk.’ She said.
‘No
we don’t.’
‘Why
wasting your time? Can’t you see that he’s not your type,’ Michael said.
‘What
do you know about my type?’ She asked arrogantly.
‘Both
of you do not match but both of us do!’ Michael arrogantly responded.
‘Phil,
please don’t you walk away,’ she begs.
I
walk at the same pace. Slow with my head down and tears rolling down my chicks.
I couldn’t turn back. I didn’t have the strength to face both of them,
especially her.
‘Let
it be. Come here and let us finish what we started.’ Michael said.
‘You’re
heartless.’ Samantha said as I heard her walks in and slams the door of her
house.
‘Phil!
Don’t bother to come back as she’s not your match!’ Michael
screamed.
I
wipe the tears with my hand, turn around and ask, ‘What do you mean by match?’
‘Take
a good look at yourself in the mirror and you’ll realise that it has been
staring at you in the face for the past seventeen years.’
‘Why
don’t you get straight to the point?
‘You
know the dirty, muddy, coffee like texture of water that comes off an
eighteenth century cannon? Well sorry to say it but I’m afraid that’s you.’
‘No
you’re not. You don’t have to pretend you feel sorry for your arrogance and
racist comments.’
‘It’s
just an expression that can truly describe you.’
‘Sure,
a racist one, I never expected it from you and after all I thought you were a
friend.’
‘Sorry
for disappointing you but that’s the way it is. Life can be a bitch at times.’
‘Life
is not a bitch it’s just that people like you that make it bitchy for others.’
‘Hold
on my friend.’
I
move towards him and says ‘don’t you dare call me friend because you’re not
worthy of that word.’
‘Listen,
your kind needs to know that there’s a line drawn, where you shouldn’t cross.’
‘I’m
all ears.’
‘You
should be. Your kind has taken too much. You seek for equality we give it to
you then for the same opportunity and this was also granted. Now you want our
women. Then what’s next our God given country?’
‘You’re
out of your head.’
‘Am
I,’ he responded sarcastically as he smiles.
‘Look
around us the world has change and the process of changes for the better is
still on going. You want be able to do a thing about it.’ I walk away.
‘I
will, believe me I will help make some changes and the most important one is to
prevent guys like you to be with young ladies like Samantha.’
I
come to a halt and with my back facing him I told him, ‘One more thing, most of
us who think that they the true Americans….’
‘Am
all ears,’ he responded joyfully in a teasing fashion.
‘Well
we’re all not the true Americans. Your descendants made them extinct.’
He
was speechless. I step on my bicycle and ride out hoping that he had learn
something from our little conversation. Physical racism had been abolished from
1836 but the psychological racism has taken over. The generation of white
settlers which had carry on with their racist ideology within their family.
The
law had prevented them from being above it but it didn’t stop them from not
liking another person for simply being a different skin colour. Teachings of
resentment for the inferior skin were passed on to generation after generation
of the white families who believed that they were the superior
race.
9
Broken
hearted was how I felt. Tears keep on rolling down as I ride the bicycle home.
I park it next to the garage. Wipe and soak my tears with my T-shirt and stand
outside for a while. Worst scenario was to have my mum
you. I’m sorry and please forgive me,’ she apologised.
I
walk in between both of them while I try to control my feelings for her. Hurt
was for sure. Anger was all I had for Michael. Keeping calm and walking away
was my ultimate goal to prevail.
‘Phil
we need to talk.’ She said.
‘No
we don’t.’
‘Why
wasting your time? Can’t you see that he’s not your type,’ Michael said.
‘What
do you know about my type?’ She asked arrogantly.
‘Both
of you do not match but both of us do!’ Michael arrogantly responded.
‘Phil,
please don’t you walk away,’ she begs.
I
walk at the same pace. Slow with my head down and tears rolling down my chicks.
I couldn’t turn back. I didn’t have the strength to face both of them,
especially her.
‘Let
it be. Come here and let us finish what we started.’ Michael said.
‘You’re
heartless.’ Samantha said as I heard her walks in and slams the door of her
house.
‘Phil!
Don’t bother to come back as she’s not your match!’ Michael
screamed.
I
wipe the tears with my hand, turn around and ask, ‘What do you mean by match?’
‘Take
a good look at yourself in the mirror and you’ll realise that it has been
staring at you in the face for the past seventeen years.’
‘Why
don’t you get straight to the point?
‘You
know the dirty, muddy, coffee like texture of water that comes off an
eighteenth century cannon? Well sorry to say it but I’m afraid that’s you.’
‘No
you’re not. You don’t have to pretend you feel sorry for your arrogance and
racist comments.’
‘It’s
just an expression that can truly describe you.’
‘Sure,
a racist one, I never expected it from you and after all I thought you were a
friend.’
‘Sorry
for disappointing you but that’s the way it is. Life can be a bitch at times.’
‘Life
is not a bitch it’s just that people like you that make it bitchy for others.’
‘Hold
on my friend.’
I
move towards him and says ‘don’t you dare call me friend because you’re not
worthy of that word.’
‘Listen,
your kind needs to know that there’s a line drawn, where you shouldn’t cross.’
‘I’m
all ears.’
‘You
should be. Your kind has taken too much. You seek for equality we give it to
you then for the same opportunity and this was also granted. Now you want our
women. Then what’s next our God given country?’
‘You’re
out of your head.’
‘Am
I,’ he responded sarcastically as he smiles.
‘Look
around us the world has change and the process of changes for the better is
still on going. You want be able to do a thing about it.’ I walk away.
‘I
will, believe me I will help make some changes and the most important one is to
prevent guys like you to be with young ladies like Samantha.’
I
come to a halt and with my back facing him I told him, ‘One more thing, most of
us who think that they the true Americans….’
‘Am
all ears,’ he responded joyfully in a teasing fashion.
‘Well
we’re all not the true Americans. Your descendants made them extinct.’
He
was speechless. I step on my bicycle and ride out hoping that he had learn
something from our little conversation. Physical racism had been abolished from
1836 but the psychological racism has taken over. The generation of white
settlers which had carry on with their racist ideology within their family.
The
law had prevented them from being above it but it didn’t stop them from not
liking another person for simply being a different skin colour. Teachings of
resentment for the inferior skin were passed on to generation after generation
of the white families who believed that they were the superior
race.
9
Broken
hearted was how I felt. Tears keep on rolling down as I ride the bicycle home.
I park it next to the garage. Wipe and soak my tears with my T-shirt and stand
outside for a while. Worst scenario was to have my mum
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