the brown brother speaks

I had a friend who checked himself in to a slick elite opulent hotel only to be shown the icy shove so he- waits.

He contemplates and  surveils the scene of his brown brothers and sisters with alert eagle eyes amidst pink frangipanis or the impeccable fragrant tekiteki smiling at the excited guests while rustling around in starched pressed clothes with well groomed sights punctuated by glistening bula faces  with hands so eager  hearts so open tongues so ready dripping with honey to please the strange tongues and deathly pale skin  a ghostly sight from the winter icy cold caves while the sunny brown skin brother- waits.

Why do we do this to  ourselves?

A brown brother may saunter in from a garden or the market with Bata flip flops or even his feet kissing the earth of his second self or the fact he smells like day old meat pies or probably he is a home-grown tavioka yet that still spells no reason for  your great divide.

So, here is what your action meant:

A brown man can’t have the luxury to check in to a deluxe room; a brown man can’t have the intellect and grace to mingle with foreign kings; nor dine at his table of royalty nor check in to suite number 19; a brown man can’t speak words like honey  like the kaivalagi uttered so heavenly because he cannot just simply have a voice that  slices a Rewa butter that cleanly; a brown man can’t have dazzling grey matter because all he sees are the turquoise Pacifica seas and the simplistic unadorned coconut trees nor  can have too much malafi to roll in fancy Prado wheels though they pay the same room service simply- oh snap out of it! he deserves first class service like any white dollar that floats this leaky touristy mothership.

But still-

a brown man can at least have the luxury of  witnessing his countrymen play racist pigs on their own home soil and not Sydney so while he waits he sees another pale skin wafted in and breathes in  the untouched edenic sights  sips a freshly pressed orange weleti juice and cries-

ahhhhhhh……i am in paradise!

Copyright_ Kelera Tuvou Ganivatu