The birth motha of all things fly..
There is no other culture on earth more creative than black folks. Like seriously. Said creativity usually comes with folks turning up dignified nostrils witj a strong dose of disparaging comments ranging from from Assinine-Zookeeper
But if you tarry a while, those once “awful”things, become mainstreamed by other cultures because well, it was creative.
They try not to give us credit and behave like said action originated from their mommas womb but we are having none of that and will call it out.. Bantu knots? Originated between the knees of an African mother thousands of years ago but to hear folks tell it, they only got cute cause they wearing them now. Don’t take my word for it though-see case and file #29456 of emulation-of-culture below.
#shetriedit but that move above? Came from-you guessed it- black folks.
So while I love my people and are mostly proud of them, there are a few of us that just never have a can of “all together” no matter what the occasion and I am going to need them in the name of folks-may-try-this-too, to pull back the creative cords just a Tad.
I innocently inquired about a resent wedding from a friend and she said after giving me the little shop of horror face, “I can show you better than I can tell you.”
I just wasn’t ready for what my corneas doth behold.
These folks got married in a local mall and aside from the bride being so late that folks could have gone shopping and returned, when the procession began, there were so many bridesmaids, it took the Disc Jockey 3 whole songs to cover them all walking down the aisle. Did I mention each of the 15, stopping to wave with every step they took? One HAD to be fully seen cause after all, the bride done made them pay for these dresses and they were getting their monies worth honey.
I can’t even describe the colors and shape of those dresses because the lexicon required, isn’t yet created for my stunned brain.
Then miss Bride hit the stage in white pants and her top was wrap around sequins that made no earthly sense. I looked and tried but alas. They all rocked sneakers too which I KNOW is already a trend because someone got sick of standing for hours in uncomfortable shoes.
Back to the wedding.
At the bride and groom table were pump chairs so large and so white, I swore I saw a chalice or two next to them. I roared with laughter at the visual.
None of the usual traditions were followed which was cool with me since I wore an orange wedding gown to my own nuptials and broke the innanets😂😂😂 because we the people are creative like that.
I just can’t wait to see who is gonna emulate the stuff we come up with next but I need my people to move with caution because folks just pimping our style like it’s their own and gives us no Credit. That just won’t do.
Deuces and mad love,
Posted on September 27, 2016, in Culture, Education, history, huffinton Post, laughter, love, marriage, Relationship, rings, washington Post, Women and beauty, Writing and tagged creativity, fashion, weddings. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.