More than a decade ago, I was always wary of putting on yellow on my street. That sounds like a long time ago, lol.
Every boy on my street had grown knowing that colour for one thing, and I didn’t want to be seen as that. I don’t like yellow and that choice was simple but the times I really wanted to wear yellow, I couldn’t and it was sad. I never wanted to be seen as what I have never imagined being.
I’m not a fan of red — except the beauty it forms on ladies’ lips. I don’t play football with red jerseys until I have to. I’m an Arsenal fan and I don’t buy that red jersey despite how beautiful it is. Red symbolizes a lot of good things — energy, passion, warmth, strength but it also symbolises a lot of bad things. Beyond it’s physical excellence and allure, I feel it’s symbolism is spiritual for me. This doesn’t mean anything will happen to me when or if I wear red, but I don’t enjoy that colour.
Black means every bad thing. Death — Black day. Sad day of great tragedies — black day. Black is so molested that black skins are considered second grade by humans who know next to nothing about themselves or that black skin they love to condemn.
Give a deeply religious Yorùbá person black powder and they think of it in various forms, and nine times out of ten, it’s negative. But hey, that same black powder is activated charcoal, used as an anti-poison. Would it have been seen differently if it came in white? Perhaps. That’s how colours connect with the soul. I love black, so much.
I feel confident when I wear black, I feel fresh and fine, and I feel myself. And this means different things to different people.
Some people wear pink and that’s where they find their energy. Or red, or purple, or blue, or orange, or everything. Some dandies combine it all. They want you to see them and they look fresh in them, although also chaotic. But that’s their spirit, that’s the energy they get from those colours.
Colours talk to us in different ways and we get different energies from different places. Some people love their rooms dark, like I do, others love it bright. Some people combine many colours and it brings them to life, it’s their spirituality.
And music?
I love every form of music. But when my father died, I figured I’d been singing a song about pleading with death and death refusing to listen.
I can bet I sang that song for a whole week before my father’s death. It always came to my head, and it doesn’t now. Not again. Sounds.
Sights and sounds make a man. They make our environment. They’re the energy that determines everything we do. What you see or hear is what determines what and how you feel. The theory of life and death and happiness and joy is all in sights and sounds.
And it’s why a House song can get you in the groove and you’re jumping and happy and a slow, conscious and deeply lyrical song can get you thinking. They connect with your soul. It’s spirituality in many ways you can’t measure.
What you expose your eyes and ears to is what determines what your mind builds upon. It’s not so much difference between wickedness and being nice, immorality and amorality and morality than how the mind, your brain processes what it receives.
Religion helps spirituality, as it defines your path in very clear ways. It reminds you of what to do and what not to, but nothing better makes a man than his connection with his soul. Your spirituality is your consciousness, that’s where it all happens.
Splatter colours on the wall, blast some music and sit down. Think. Reflect and see what you’ll feel. The random things we experience are absolutely important. That’s the message.
Be in touch with yourself.
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