“I believe in recognizing every human being as a human being–neither white, black, brown, or red; and when you are dealing with humanity as a family there’s no question of integration or intermarriage. It’s just one human being marrying another human being or one human being living around and with another human being.”
― Malcolm X,
“Love is blind despite the world’s attempt to give it eyes.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo
You crawled through the coma you fell into during the later part of your labour. It was early morning when you slowly opened your eyes. The pain came again in torrents but lesser than the day before. You opened your eyes just like a new born babe getting used to the environment outside the womb. After some time you started recognising those things around you. You are in the hospital and you remembered your labour. It was the baby cry that confirmed your situation. The shrill note from the baby woke you up fully. That must be my baby. The thought came to you.
You slowly turned on your side despite the pains you are feeling. The baby looked intently at your face, stopped crying and cooed to you. Then, you thought they must have given me the wrong baby or swopped my baby, however, you recognised the face, that of your lover and then it struck you. The baby instead of being white is a light chocolate colour, a mullato. You realised it must be your baby, that face cannot be otherwise. It is the face of your lover, it is HIM. As you were wondering how you would explain this mismatch, you realised there is a woman standing beside the baby’s cot- your MOTHER. She looked at the baby, looked at you and with shock written on her face, slowly shook her head. Her eyes: strong accusing embers of fire.