#SlaveryOfBlackAfricans in 2017

In Libya, a man became a slave today, a strong farm hand for $400. We will never be able to deny that we knew. It could be my brother Eric. It isn’t. A Privilege. Slaves are being sold in Libya. They are black. In 1526, the first transatlantic slave voyage to Brazil was completed successfully. After that, the trade ports were open. I cannot imagine there were any news about this development. Maybe there were, who knows? Today, thanks to technology, we all know that slaves are being sold in Libya and we know just about how much a live human body costs. If you didn’t know, google it. Now. You couldn’t Google things in 1530. You can now.

We may not do anything about it. That is OK. A prerogative. We may not even acknowledge that we know. But we know. And we know that we know.

London demo against Slavery-original

I have been trying to teach my mother to use Skype. She is not teachable. She refuses to save the sequence of events that lead to a video call, even though some days, she could bite a bee to see my face. But, irony of ironies, my mother performs all her banking activities in her mobile telephone. Being very private about her finances, who isn’t?! She does not need help with mobile banking, medical insurance payments or a myriad other activities a woman, almost seventy years old, can perform on the phone to move money around the world. An open digital economy.

In 1985, one of my friends was born in London. Her grandmother in Kenya did not meet her until seven years later, when they came back to Kenya to visit. Some photos had been sent by snail post during the years. A number of telephone calls were made over the continents in an attempt to create a bond between child and grandmother. Bonds are a strange thing, they are created in the subconscious. My sister in Nairobi had a child last year. Within an hour after the birth, I had pictures of mother and baby in my own telephone. In my hands. In my home. Kisses, hugs, faces, laughter and my siblings’ voices telling me about the new baby. Trying to convince me that the new baby, a girl, had smiled immediately after birth.

Technology won’t sell a human body, just as the gun won’t shoot a running boy. Technology won’t free the slave, just as a scream doesn’t sooth pain. We still have to do the dirty work of mending the world. But, technology is sending us images of slaves being sold. And my mother can move money around in her telephone. A slave will give birth to a child tonight. From cradle to death or to castration? Someone who deserves, who feels entitled, will earn some cash. The future is secured.

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My Design Proposal for US-Mexico Wall

Mexican Wall

Well. I am feeling a little creative today.

You can guess which sides of the wall each design fits. You could even mix and match them a little to make things spicy.

Usually, my creativity ends in a PowerPoint presentation, visio process, architectural or infrastructural model.

This, as you understand took ALL of my creative juices. I will be resting after this.

I am also starting to doubt whether I will ever be allowed to enter US soil. ever. Being:

  1. Swedish
  2. writing this

Bye Bye Michelle!!! Finally you are leaving President (Mr) Obama!

Delusional, I know. I am born Kenyan. So I feel a kind of pride in the name Obama, though according to his birth certificate, he is American. Most of the jury in my head is still out on that one.

I am a woman, so I feel my feathers flutter every time Mr Obama, the man, not the president smiles. More on that later.

Back to presidential matters, I will remember Obama’s commitment to reminding us all of our responsibility, to not only seek change but also, to foster the positive changes that have improved society. See his speech at the women’s rights conference held last summer:

“We need to keep changing the attitude that raises our girls to be demure, and our boys to be assertive; that criticizes our daughters for speaking out, and our sons for shedding a tear.

We need to change the attitude that punishes women for their sexuality but gives men a pat on the back for theirs. We need to change an Internet where women are routinely harassed and threatened when they go online.

We need to keep changing the attitude that congratulates men for changing a diaper, stigmatizes full-time dads, penalizes working moms. We need to keep changing the attitude that prioritizes being confident, competitive, and ambitious in the workplace — unless you’re a woman.

We need to keep changing a culture that shines a particularly unforgiving light on women and girls of color.

[…] We need all our young people to know that Clara Barton and Lucretia Mott and Sojourner Truth and Eleanor Roosevelt and Dorothy Height, those aren’t just for Women’s History Month. They’re the authors of our history, women who shaped their destiny. They need to know that.

A woman did not magically appear on a space shuttle. It took Sally Ride’s relentless commitment, Mae Jemison’s boundless courage to shatter that glass ceiling…

Rosa Parks wasn’t simply a tired seamstress who sat down by accident. She was a civil rights leader with the eye of a strategist and the heart of a warrior. She had the confidence to board on that bus, the courage to risk her own life and liberty for the sake of ours.

That’s the story that’s still being written, today, by our modern-day heroes like Nancy Pelosi or Sonia Sotomayor or Billie Jean King or Laverne Cox or Sheryl Sandberg or Oprah Winfrey or Mikaila Ulmer or Michelle Obama — the countless ordinary people every day who are bringing us closer to our highest ideals.

That’s the story we’re going to keep on telling, so our girls see that they, too, are America — confident and courageous and, in the words of Audre Lord, ‘deliberate and afraid of nothing.'”

Back to non-presidential matters; when Mr. Obama finally swaggers away from me, away from us, I really really really want to crank call Michelle in the middle of the night and ask her “why you??!”. Of course we all know the answer to that question. The lady is gracious, stylish and classy!

I don’t want to be attracted to the Obama the president, because that could lead to Lewinsky:sh problems. As we have learned, this could ruin one’s best years, especially if Michelle turned Hillary:sh.

What to do when a nice morning is ruined by mediocracy??

I thought I would create a list that can help others. I realized after number 1. Listen to Rihanna’s shine bright like a diamond  I realized that I have nothing to list. I am no help to anyone who is having a bad morning. Not even to myself. 

I woke up to two bad news; not world news that will shake the world. Bad news that will shake my little world.

#UberPOP is to be laid to rest in Sweden, Stockholm. What am I to do when I am out drunk, late and a little broke. This was the cheapest taxi ride I have ever had. And I have met some of the friendliest taxi drivers in #UberPOP drives. Strangers sharing not only their cars with me, but even their stories. In a country where a smile or a hello on the train/bus is like water in the desert (cliche, I know…but am really hurting here so please humour me!) This country makes me want to cry sometimes. And I know all about the tax avoidance accusations and all that but shouldn’t laws be adjusted to mirror the current? Especially when technology runs ahead of us? Or is law static, like the bible. It is done, it is utopia. Nothing can be done now.

#SyedLatif is being deported from Sweden. Not for taking too much social benefits, not for robbing anyone, not for being broke, poor and useless to society. Not for raping any of the beautiful Swedish women. Not for taking a bribe.

He is is being deported because he has a job! BUT, he found the job at the wrong place. LinkedIn. You see, and I didn’t know this before; and I still don’t know enough about this; in Sweden, the only way you as an immigrant should find a job is through the official (read useless Swedish public employment service =arbetsförmedlingen). The idea is very simple, Swedes should have a chance to jobs before immigrants. Quite right! LinkedIn is www and available to Swedes isn’t it? I never got a single job via Swedish public employment service and I was registered for three years when I first moved here. I got jobs via friends & internet. I should have been deported in 2007. (ooops! I shouldn’t say that, they may still find me.)

What the crap???!!! Seriously. Today I am expected to paint a happy face on my angry face, come to work and be civil.

If you have any tips just list them below for my sake! Thanks

There is no racism in Sweden, only consencus and feminism. Yet…

 I am very thankful for a fulfilling life, love and good friends in Sweden. Still, we need to remind each other:

The wake up call could be me, in Sweden. People say: “you speak so good English.You speak so good Swedish. You are educated. You live with a Swede. It doesn’t feel like you are like other immigrants. We don’t mean you; the ones who are integrated in society (I hear assimilated).” etc etc etc. But I am an immigrant like all the others. I am black like all the blacks. I have other experiences like all immigrants. I also have other loyalties, not conflicting with Sweden, but parallel. If blacks were to be short on the streets, my good English and good Swedish would not save my brother Eric.

I racist applies in Sweden too. It is 10 million people and fewer blacks, so it is on a lesser scale.

racism is not the violent act of a drunk stranger at the park who calls me dirty and asks me to go back where I came from. And then asks JK if he couldn’t find a nice Swedish girl. why else would he choose a black one. I could see how that hurt JK. “what do I answer to defend you?” He asked later.  It is a combo of ignorance, alcoholism, loneliness, depression and envy. Envy because I look well taken care of;  for a black. The drunk’s view of the world is that he is not doing so well but at-least I am in a better place (Sweden) than Africa. 

Racism is the systematic exclusion of a group of people from the resources and opportunities in a society. The systematic repetition of prejudices created & Stories told by colonialists in the 1940s. Systematic repetition of misrepresented news and of demeaning opinions. The inherited baseless fears & descriptions of a people goes from generation to generation to the inevitable diminishment of the humanity and the influence the immigrant or the one that is different has in the society. Because the immigrant is the OTHER, and the immigrant is different for several generations. And the society should be protected from the influence of the other.

And picking a few from a specific group for quota lists is not equal to opportunity! That is called “filling quota lists to avoid bad press”

Facts & speculations to trigger the already right-edged mob:

1. In 2015, over 12% of Swedish voters voted the right wing Swedish democrats into parliament. Nothing special, the French did the same and a few others in Europe. And Donald Trump has has lots of airtime saying all the right things. And then there was the “very white Oscars”. In the words of “game of thrones” The winter is coming.

We are all ashamed and shocked because we are not racists.

2. This is no scientific data so we should ignore it because we are not racists.

My immigrant friends of color feel questioned, slighted, doubted and suspected. Feeling is one thing but actually experiencing joblessness, low income jobs or mean comments about being black vs being competent is demoralizing and counter productive. A friend once called me to tell me that she was quitting her job at a construction site. She is an engineer. The guys at the site were joking among themselves, thinking she had left for lunch. But she had forgotten her wallet. “I never imagined I would be working under a bajs korv (poo sausage) engineer. She knows her stuff but by God, are we supposed to look at that face when she talks?! Laughter” My friend is a beautiful black woman. She walked in, took her wallet, walked out and called me in tears. One of the guys tried to apologize later. “we are not racists you know. We are just surprised and we need to change our way of thinking. Just guys you know. We will get there, he promised.” And I asked her to not quit her job.

If you run, you don’t change anything. We stay until as long as can. But, a whole lot of us are worried that we may have to leave. We are not all refugees either. Some of us are here as there are British expats in Africa. Or Americans expats in Mexico.

2. This can also be ignored for lack of qualitative data actually. Plus, we are not racists at all.

It is basically impossible to discuss immigration in Sweden without the questions of race, criminality and social welfare rearing the three ugly heads. Listening to the current opinion, you would think no ethnic Swedish receives money from the social welfare. And you would definitely believe that no ethnic Swedish lies to the social welfare for money.

3. You know the drill where data is missing!

When race comes up in dialog in Sweden, we are quick to point out “I am not a racist…but”… followed by excuses for our prejudices and indoctrinated opinions of THE OTHER. THE OTHER usually thinks wrong, behaves wrong, feels wrong, takes too much and gives too little, is not thankful enough to Sweden for the privilege of living here, sends Swedish money to the home country, invites the non-Swedish, non-white family to visit in Sweden, dilutes Swedish culture…the list is long. Basically, native Swedes know better & do better, every single time! And don’t you forget it. Or forget to be thankful if you are an immigrant, refugee or not. Thankful that Sweden is not spitting you out like a bitter potion.

It can be exhausting to constantly be in the process of fixing one self in order to fit in socially, politically and aesthetically. Without ever succeeding, generation after generation after generation.

4. http://www.thelocal.se/20151015/swedish-nationalists-to-run-anti-refugee-ads-abroad

Too Late for Me-but-email got #emailSelfDestruct

If this had happened in 2005, it would have saved me a heap of embarrassment and shame. I sent a letter to the ex, via email. Begging him to take me back. He was my first boyfriend. I was young. He cheated on me multiple times because me, being brought up catholic did not want to have sex. There was more, of course, at there always is more to the story that the one side you hear at first. The toxic things going on in my family made me afraid to get pregnant while still at home. And my cousin who was my age had just had a baby and as I understood it, life was not a bed of roses for her. Rather a bed of thorns mixed with a sweet sour sauce of alcoholism, abuse and misery.

I regretted the email immediately but it was gone. I tried to delete it too. We never got back together, thank God for that. OBVIOUSLY.  He showed the email to all his friends too, just to make things easier for me. The kind douche bag that he was. We shared most friends,since we were all kind of neighbors or went to the same school or went to the same church. The said later that he didn’t think we shared friends. They were all HIS friends and I saw his point when most of them started to avoid me.  I had to close my Hotmail account in a bid to pretend that I never sent that email. And I lost a couple of friends.

So later. much later. much much later. when I said how much I was over him, his friends looked at me as if I was missing 2 nuts in the head and needed fixing. If #emailSelfDelete was a fact then, the douche would have had nothing to show his friends. They would probably had listened to my side of the story then. Now, they just saw the desperate me who was so injured, I was begging for something that was hurting me. And he, being 26 was clever enough to use that against me, that he was a good guy. Why else would I want him back?

Enough about me & a little statistics and BI.

Each able & willing person is sending on average, 50 emails a day. This includes children since children from ages around 8/9 are quite busy on mobiles and ipads as it is.

computer emailsYou don’t believe me? calculate for yourself and let me know! If you prefer, you can exclude the children.

  • Apparently, over 200 billion emails are sent every day!
  • We are a little over 7 billion on this galaxy. This includes children, old people who cannot use computer.
  • 1.9 billion are children.
  • Over 785 million are either totally or partially illiterate. Can they send emails?
  • Around 1.3 billion live in extreme poverty, so no chance they are going round sending emails?

I assume the extremely poor cannot afford the gadgets needed for emails to fly around, but what do I know? Look at Africa and the IT boom!!