Ebola as the New Instrument of Stereotype.

The Ebola crisis has begun to take its tolls on the private businesses of African immigrants from Ebola-afflicted countries, Guinea, Liberia and Sierra Leone.

In Harlem, cab drivers with origins from the affected African nations are losing customers at a very fast rate. One cab driver said one customer threatened to get out of his cab as soon as he discovered he was from Guinea. It was a most terrible stigma.

Similar fate is being suffered by African women who braid hairs in Harlem, New York. Unlike before the Ebola scare, a lot of the women are now often seen sitting idly every day as no one wants to patronize them for fear of contracting Ebola.

There have also been reports of Liberians in Washington who are being directed by their employers to get off their jobs temporarily. “If I’m on the metro, I don’t talk,” Liberian writer Alphonso Toweh told the Washington Post. “If I’m on the bus, I don’t talk. If people hear the accent, they think you are a Liberian and that you have Ebola.

This is not only ignorant but also pathetic!

The Song That Got Me in Trouble.

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This video reminds me of an incident in 1986. I was the Disc Jockey at a friend’s bachelor’s eve party. Everything was going smoothly more so, with many of the guests dancing so beautifully.

At one particular moment when the groom was ushered onto the dancing floor, some women rushed forward to dance with and encircle him to the song, “Ain't No Stopping Us Now” by McFadden & Whitehead.

At this stage, one woman left the circle to approach the groom for a one-on-one dance. She was the groom’s immediate ex-girlfriend. Earlier, the groom and some of us were really surprised that the woman could summon the courage to attend the party, especially since their break-up was very bitter.

As the D.J., I had already arranged some albums on the dual turn-table for my convenience. So, as the current track was rounding up, I released the next album on a different turn-table and the track was, “I Don’t Love You Anymore…” by Teddy Pendergrass. Subsequently, I was engrossed in arranging more albums on the previous turn-table. But according to the groom and other friends, while the crowd went crazy on hearing the song by Teddy Pendergrass, the groom’s ex-girlfriend was seen fuming at me because of the contents of the track blaring over the speakers.

All I knew was that the woman suddenly appeared in the Disc Jockey’s cubicle, her eyes filled with fury. In spite of her attitude, I asked “Hey…how are you doing?”

“Oh, you want to know how I am doing?” she asked with a sneer.

I nodded without a word.

And boom…she threw a glass of beer in my face!

“Now, you know how I am feeling?” she screamed in tears. “I know you don’t like me…and you played that stupid music just to ridicule me…”

 

 

 

Women & The Relationship Department.

When will most women get it; that men don’t think like them in the relationship department?

The objectives of each party in a relationship are very much different. With a new man in her life, a woman begins to evaluate him to know if he will be a casual boyfriend or a potential “Mr. Right”. But a man is only interested in one thing; how soon he can get the woman into bed.

As for sex, the importance attached to it by each party differs. A typical woman sees sex as an emotional thing. It’s like giving out a piece of her body. She quickly develops a sense of self-importance as soon as she begins to “dole out” sex to the man. And she looks forward to getting some form of appreciation for her “duty”.

But to a man, a relationship is all about sex, first and foremost. That is why men often use sex to determine the lifespan of every relationship. The earlier a man begins to get sex, the quicker he feels there is no need to really get to know the woman. And once he gets his fill of the woman’s body, he can leave without batting an eyelid. No regret! No remorse!