A (Thoughtful) Ramble Sparked from Zanibar
If you're lame or your life sucks, I’m down to converse w/ you to figure out what to do to not follow in your footsteps. If we can’t figure out the root fo the problem, just to be sure, I’ll just peep the moves you make that (I believe to) spring from your ocean of lameness, and not do any of them. Not a judgement call on me thinking I'm better than you, but just rather, whatever you're doing, don’t look right on me. It’s a matter of stye and some of ya’ll are rocking w/ the wrong designers...
Speaking on such, as we were traveling to “Stone Town” in Zanzibar, a group of tourists in a van were entering the beautiful gated hotel we were leaving. Now across the street from the telli is what would be considered an impoverished area w/ the OG people of the land residing. You know, doing things like living and such. And wouldn’t you know it, on some “you keep saying we’re past this” tip, this group of (all white) tourists were taking pictures and vid of the folks. I can’t tell you for sure what they were doing and saying, but it just struck me as exploitation and objectification. Now, I’ll admit that I’m a tad sensitive when catching a white person (or group) dive into a predominately black environment and extract anything from it (b/c you know, history), but this wasn’t just that. I mean, I’m all about experiences when traveling and ya’ll know my pic game is legit. However, I realized that this problem formed from knowing that these “culture borrowers” were doing so from the safety of their bubble knowing that most would (probably) be repulsed to really set foot on these grounds, have meaningful interactions w/ the people, or exchange directly w/ their economy. All was “entertainment" as long as they could have it from their safe.
But Piph, aren’t you being a lil assumptive here? Judging by how real it got since I just used 3rd person to refer to myself, perhaps so. Also, I’m not removing myself from the blame either, however, my “assumptions” were further solidified by our “guide” (and others) when I did have a chance to hit the village. (Our “guide” was from the area and lived down the block.) He expressed, how some of the people there felt like they were being on exhibit by the tourists. Also, just to beat the point home, later, in that same stroll, the 4 French folks, who accompanied my mom and I, would literally run up on people and take a pictures on some, “this is just like the movies!” tip. Now before somebody tries to justify these actions, I aint NEVER been to any one of these European countries and seen anybody run up on a fool in a cafe like, “Oh my God! An Italian in the wild! The homies back home are never gonna believe how she brushed her lip to flee the espresso’s froth!” Anyway, mom dukes and I tried to fall back as if to let the physical distance symbolize our separation from this stereotypical elite peak whiteness. In the end, however, I just wanted to stomp out a beignet.
Anyway, perhaps this is a tangent of a post, or perhaps all the other posts are all tangents to this one. Whatever. I try to balance any extended stay someplace with diving somewhat into the culture and ways and sometimes this is what you get. Now, I know my leech-to-contribution ratio aint right cause Lord knows I be on that electricity heavy for my 7 devices. Still though, a brotha’s ouchea trying. Anyway, I’ll be back w/ some beach pics or something tomorrow… yay
*Thoughts on the huge economic discrepancy that existed within 500 ft apart of each other and the locals not being able to access the majority of the very beach which was once their backyard? Perhaps another time.
**Oh, and while in the village, as instructed, we bought and brought some food to give to some of the folks.
***The reason there aren’t pictures of people/faces is b/c they didn’t say it was cool-like. However, I’ma see if this one lady is on Tinder though b/c I know she felt something when I hit her w/ the eye contact.#SoIKnowItsReal