BLACK ACHIEVEMENT: pride, history & Keisha Buchanan

black beauty of Keisha Buchanan in pink blouse & floral shorts !!!!

I listen to the dribble of fashion critics on television the same way I listen to the squabbles of teenage girls in public: critically. The little girls are cute and innocent of the hardness of the women they are modeling, but doing damage nonetheless to someone’s self-esteem. After millieniums of being culturally reprehensible gossips in Western cultures have gained a foothold of legitmacy not because they generate good will, can be mistaken for importance, or have credibility! They have enjoyed decades of generosity from the public because they direct viewers, and readers away from the depth of their times, and away from the fundamental questions that need addressing into the folds of the magical world of advertistments, and consumption. Gossips get people to buy things they don’t need, and focused away from the essentials of community building, maturation, intellectual enforcement of standards, and deep spirituality.

The fisherman’s lure tricked countless fish to the surface despite the tales told by their ancestors, and parents. Despite the echos of fish in agony with sharp hooks in their mouths reverbating around the sphere of Earth’s waterways fish are caught by the lure of fishermen. There is an art to it, and the art is the enticement of instant gratification, and the easy exercising of the least amount of creativity, analytical capabilities, and the lack of the need to employ a kind heart. Gossips find relief knowing they can be cruel and invisible at the same time to someone who has achieved in their life. They like the energies they conjure up that downcast the upright and people who have ascended beyond the mundane.

The critics ripped this little girl, the British singer Keisha Buchanan to shreds over her shorts and blouse because it made her hips look bigger and out of proportion. They went further into insult, and envy declaring she did not know how to dress appropriately for her body type which is African!

Four and five centuries ago European women were envious, scared, and competing against African women in the dark continent they would never meet. Their men were coming home sexually aroused, and permanently changed by the bodies of naked Black women built from a celestial design, a prototype, a creation story that fashioned, birthed, and shaped world cultures. What a journey white women have taken in fashion from the oversized gowns with hoops to mimic the wide African women’s hips, and huge rear ends to the half-fed bodies of pale women prancing with the pretense of the grace and form of African women whose walks came from balancing babies on their backs, and loads atop their heads as they walked bare foot, or sandaled upon uneven terrain.

©Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories