Rade and Tolu were the last persons seen entering the Madam’s office before her gold watch got missing, Tolu is automatically the suspect. Why? Because of course a young beautiful girl like Rade should not be tied to such a despicable act like theft. You know it’s true, you’ve most likely thought this way before. Its why people seem to be dazzled when a criminal is caught and the popular phrase “and na fine boy/girl o” if you are one often caught in deep thoughts you’d have pondered on why the beauty of such persons pay a factor in how much pity they get from the mob.
Mankind has always been biased, of course they are not the Lord God who has created us in variations in His perfect knowledge, so please, allow man to be biased. Preference for a thing based on a particular quality is an integral part of our existence. To some its gender, to some its skin color or height or weight, or tribe, or this or that. Is it our fault when we succumb to this natural need to prefer one than the other?
The case of Chioma is one of color, that there is even a beauty pageant in the prison is one of gender, that Ukraine gets more support compared to Middle East countries is one of race, and on and on and on we could go. Understanding that this article is not targeted at criticizing our choice of reaction or is it looking to change our mindset on how we automatically attribute evil to people who God Himself ascertain that He’s created perfect(at least according to my knowledge of Islamic Theology)
Maybe if we look beyond these supposed ‘discrepancies’ in look, skin color, height or what have you. Maybe, just maybe people’s odd looks doesn’t make us hostile to them and maybe if their good looks do not immediately make them endeared to us. Maybe, if we looked beyond our tribe, maybe just maybe we’ll have a better world.
And of this;
This world of painted gold,
Of old buildings being booed
By new beautiful, gold painted homes
This street of paved roads,
cracked bones, and shiny tiles
Blinding street lights and bending curves
This town of beautiful beasts,
With hips that’d take you on trips
Of pleasure and/or damnation.
This absence of ugly fairies,
Bearing glad tidings
Mending bad habits and seeking
Seeking a time wherein, it doesn’t matter
Where you only matter for you.
Aboogeeky.
