Why It’s Time For Former Colonies To Hold Colonial Masters Accountable

Or they leave the oil and stay out

It’s amazing how a simple shopping excursion can trigger the demons to circle with vengeance as the unreconciled emotions of an era that was dramatized before your existence, becomes the inheritance that you’re forced to translate without the blueprint of success.

It’s unpleasantly ironic picking out cosmetics that specifically cater to my template, in a store that’s managed by Asians, who aren’t interested in award-winning customer service; as much as they’re invested in providing the tools that service a community that continues to be blindsided by the negligence of allowing detractors to sell us back the dignity they profit from.

The aisles are filled with everything we need and while you survey the decorative wigs and neatly hung textures of hair, the opposite rack is stacked with body creams that profess to make your skin as good as new.

The options are plenty, and just when I spot the brand that I’m committed to, my attention is deviated to the top shelf that hosts an array of products that promise to make everything brighter; once you layer up on the concoctions that are formulated to erase the richly defined hues that we’ve been taught to loathe.