04.28.10

So I'm in Egypt. On route to Damman, Saudi Arabia.

This is a very strange experience for me, something completely out of the ordinary, something I don't think I'll really get used to.

1. I'm pretty sure I'm the only black female in the room.
2. All these hoes is covered the fuck up.
3. Finding a place to sit was a harrowing adventure. Are you allowed to sit next to the dudes? What about these babes? How do they feel about me? Cause you know when a white person gives you a stank look your first thought is that he's hating on your color.

Here? There are way too many reasons to hate.

Oh shit, I see curiosity.

They could hate cause I'm black, or cause I have a vagina, because I'm black and I have a vagina, because I'm American, because I'm black have a vagina and I'm American, because I'm bald, because I'm black, have a vagina, I'm American and I have no hair. Really match up any of the options and hate away.

I seriously stood in front of all these people for a while measuring the safest place to sit, must have enough women around me for my presence to be deemed appropriate, do not talk to any males unless immigration officers or an employee of the freaking airport....I'm even scared someone's gonna talk cause I pulled out my laptop.

A little ignorant of me I know, but this is unchartered territory, that I really have no idea about and the in the realm of humanities ability to hate you have to be careful. I'm not calling anyone terrorists, I'm just saying that I know this culture to be xenophobic, xenophobic and angry, xenophobic, angry and sexist.

And it's not just the age old tale of the bullied American in the land of Arabia, nigga I'm BLACK. That is something you can't really account for, does anyone really know how they really feel about us? Am I tolerated because so many of my brothers and sisters are muslim? Or am I the regular old "black dog?" I mean I'm still American (American passport holder), so does that cancel out any points my brethren may have earned for me?

I saw my first possible harem. There were at least 15 women in the all black contraption with a guy in the all white, I must learn the names for all these things...

So much to learn. It's 6:25 in Ghana right now. Everyone is probably awake, and when I say everyone I'm very specific to three people. My favorites in that country.

I've seen some really hot Arabian guys by the way, I think like the Indians they posses that funny trait, the either REALLY FINE or REALLY UGLY trait. There is no in between up in this bitch.

Like some of these babes (at least the ones who's faces I'm permitted to see) are fine as hell. But they're all so white. Don't they know they look better with tans?

Did they not see Jasmine?

It'd be sad to see if the bleaching skin epidemics touches this melanin lacking individuals. Don't they know that those products wreck havoc on your skin? By the time your 40 you'll look 150. The only thing that'll ever crack black is bleaching products.

This bitch has on aviators....wouldnt it be funny if I found some sick bad girl clique in this country? Sick and hilarious.

Over here if you get caught smoking a joint you'll get your ass stoned, all these little rich girls who's families have been drowning in arab money since the beginning of time risk their lives sick of what? Boredom?

......some would argue that they really don't have "life".

But what exactly defines the meaning of a "life"? My definition can't be used to measure the worth of their existence, we're all different people, different cultures, different understanding of things.

All I'm saying is that this bitch in the aviators looks like she's been sucking some secret dick and I know where she's going that shit is illegal, and she also looks like she don't give any flavor of a fuck.

BUT DAMN THESE ARE SOME PRETTY ASS LITTLE KIDS!!!

We're boarding.

brb.

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30 minutes until we land, I started the journey basking the small sunlight my window seat afforded me, the sun has since changed it's direction but even though I lack it's warmth the view is splendid.

Desert for daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays.

I've been fantasizing about on location desert photo shoots the entire ride, having a little bit of lost in translation when it comes to bathroom breaks though, I don't know why this old lady thinks a bald black girl wearing men's clothing will know how to speak freaking Arabic. I was so desperate to pee I almost tried "Durka durka", fuck you South Park for feeding my illicit ignorance, I am also the only black single female on this flight, my walk to the bathroom was very quick and agile, all these mofo's were rubber necking.

Too much attention, I wish I had that Harry Potter invisibility cloak. It gets unnerving sometimes, especially when you're not sure if what makes you stand out in the crowd won't get you killed.

We're landing.

Lol brb.

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What a whirlwind of an experience, this place is amazing, huge success in the middle of the freaking desert, yet such confusion, common sense seems to go past a lot of people here.

I'm currently at my Mum's hospital, in her 2nd (yes 2nd) office, feeling very small in a very big world. We've come far from Northumberland Avenue, she's worked so hard to get here and I'm so proud of her. All my drama, all the family drama, pales in comparison to what she has accomplished, I can see why she's so zenned out right now. She doesn't need to worry about shit.

My bbm works perfectly over here as well btw. Isn't that amazing? The architecture I've seen here so far is even more astounding.

There is just so much to talk about, where on earth would I begin?

For some reason I can't sign on to my blog, depressing, so I'll just update through notes.

Besides I missed your comments.

I'm dead tired though, I might add on more when my brain is well rested.

Always thank Jah for today, yesterday and tomorrow.