18/03/2020
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In a commotion of thoughts and ideologies
I walked down the street of life, paved in a thousand words describing the essence of beauty
All of them blinding to the truth, for the true meaning of beauty was in the blind and deaf man
who saw and listened to the beauty of life from the care of his mother
So I took it upon myself to observe…
I sit, I walk, I watch
I glance, I listen, I note
Different faces, shades and shapes
On different ranks, rates and scales
Established by Humans over the years
My mind raced back in time trying to understand the origins
of our so called beauty standards
Lost in the daze, I stood still
Standing next to me was Father Time
Who introduced me to wrinkles an archenemy of faces and skin routines
Before I even greeted his accomplice
He told me of saggy skin and stooped postures, he said it is a horror story to body curves and shapes
On shades he took me to an ancient library
In it I found a treasure chest which harbored stories of a time
A time when all races were comfortable with their own shades
He told me a known secret, “beauty is what you make it”
Puzzled by the vanity of the ideas of beauty
that we have hold on to our empty hands for so long
Father time disappeared, and at the same juncture
The voices of my wise ancestry whispered loudly in the deep crevices of my soul
They told me of a long lost King, Ubuntu
Who had ruled our people in peace and prosperity for centuries
They advised me to translate to you
Ubuntu, which is humility, humanity, personality
It is what remains in our hearts and minds when our heroes have disintegrated to dust
The only natural way one can be immortalized for the right reasons
And it is evident in our daily lives
Like how the names of those who obeyed this noble king are forever inscribed in the glory section of our history books
Inked in our memories and often recited by our most talented musicians and poets
I am talking of Jose Mujica, Mother Theresa, Nelson Mandela, Joyce Banda, and many more
So I challenge you to revisit your beauty standards
And take heed of Ubuntu, whose standards are neither physical nor void
Let us fill our empty spaces with love, care and humility
Let us tell our kids how beautiful it is to have a great personality
The only beauty standard which can stand the test of time and the sting of death.
