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Blackish Oder Germanish…Gleichzeitg!

A new week begins and I am totally excited to get it going with all the plans in my head right now! Step by step tho…

I talked about a sort of blog collab with Ola and we came up with the idea of writing a theme from our own point of view with OOTD photos of some kind. So we decided our first post would be about black culture in our country of residence and have a few Ankara OOTD photos for a pop of patterns!

Now as y’all know, I flunked that OOTD test and never seem to get it right but it’s just fun oder? Who cares if you look like you are convulsing with a certain face expression or that your feet are in an impossible pose right? At least I don’t. We are in it for the fun!

So today, I have something or two to say about me, black, in Germany.

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When I used to visit Germany, I remember always being excited seeing another black woman at the Bahnhof oder im Geschäft oder irgendwo.

I remember how I would smile or nod(if you watch Blackish you get the nod!). Sometimes I would even give a short wave but 80% of the time, no one responded. If they clung to a man, that was the worst! They would hold on tight to said man’s arm and look away.

If they had a Caucasian male by their side, I got the stare that said “bitch I’m working on my papers! Don’t mess it up…he’s mine!” Just kidding there haha. Not really.

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The reason why I never smiled or nodded at black men as a tourist was cos the few times I did, they would come up to me and start asking personal questions about how I got my visa and what was I doing in Germany or did I have a man who was getting papers for me blah blah blah. That was a pain in the freaking butt. Why I never met an American soldier or pilot auf der Straße is such a puzzle oder? Not at all! I just was destined to meet the ones with the annoying Fragen.

It’s incredible really. I sort of started to think it was a rat race and no “sistah” cared what you were doing here as long as you don’t plan on pouring sand sand in their garri! They seemed so unfriendly and it was sad.

By my third visit I certainly got the memo!

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I stopped with the genuine smiles and didn’t even bother with the nods cos they didn’t care for my precious nods.

Don’t get me wrong, there are very nice people I am certain, I just haven’t met them on my own. The few I know, I met them through the friend I used to visit on my trips. The one black woman I met on my babysitting stint is the most amazing person I know. She is so selfless and has such an open heart. Her story is something I would love to tell on here.

So, what goes on in the heads of black people in Germany? I have no idea. I just know it ain’t easy. Being a different race and speaking a different language can’t be easy. I know!

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A lot of them either came here very young and had to do various things to survive in a strange place or were born here and had to deal with a multilingual family. Or moved here to be with the men they love. Or came here as exchange students and never went back. Or… You get the point.

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There are over a thousand and one reason why black people came to live in Germany. I certainly don’t know them all.

When I see a black person I don’t start to assume anything about the reason they are here because truth be told, I really don’t care.

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When we first moved to our first flat together, I would grumble to Gorgeousness about how there aren’t any black people near us. Then I started noticing them but it didn’t change the price of beans in the neighborhood Turkish store.

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After a while, you stop to view people as color because it’s not that important. Their skin color I mean. It doesn’t change who they are or what they are capable of. Good, bad, evil…it don’t matter at all what skin color they have.

Do I attend black community gatherings? I tried once with the event and I didn’t like it. Why? It had nothing to do with being black. Was more about the atmosphere. I had the chance to attend another, but I got down with a terrible flu annnnnnnnd ermmmm…. was feeling too cheap to spend 35€ for entry fee.

Dealing with racism is also another department with being black here in Germany. Like I said in an old post, there is a law on racism. The German government doesn’t take kindly to racism. Still I’m not naïve to think it doesn’t happen. But we deal with it differently because of who we are. You can either cry and run home to bae’s shoulder or you deal with it however you see fit.

The church life here is another story entirely. Gorgeousness and I used to attend a Nigerian church some time back. But after they “cornered” him and suggested he leave his German church where he pays his church tithe…I mean tax(!), and bring it to them instead, I knew we were never going back there again. Or the church event I heard about where the Nigerian pastor was asking his congregation to bring 50-250€ each if they wanted him to curse out the bad luck that had befallen them!

Yup, 419ers can be found around the world. At a church event in Germany is no exception.

So we peacefully attend an evangelical church in der Nähe von uns.

As always, I am not saying there aren’t any good African churches in Germany, I just don’t care enough to search for them. My opinion is that there isn’t any difference between the churches. Whether the preacher is from Ghana, Nigeria, Kenya or Berlin, makes no never mind! I just go to the one I’m comfy with.

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My experience with being black in Germany amongst black people is enough to make three blog posts maybe four lol but that’s not the point here oder?

Or is it?!

Have a great week y’all and try to nod at as many black people as you can….or don’t! Es ist egal mbok!

Tip: check out the sitcom Blackish. It’s totally hilarious and would give you a comedic view at what we sometimes take too seriously in this life!

 

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