Musing!

I am used to being excluded that it does not really bother me anymore being excluded or being the 'other'. Life has taught me a lot and I am used to people, usually insecure people, getting together in cliques and 'othering' those they see as competitors. When someone feels threatened by you, they get together with those with a similar predilection and begin to 'find faults' in all you do, even your breathing is scrutinised and manipulated as a 'cardinal sin'.

I am thinking of writing a book on surviving the brutal world of working as a black African woman.