He and Ilaunched into a long conversation about the term. I felt perfectly comfortable hanging out with my Zim boyfriend, but, I noticed when we would walk into Primi Piatti in Rosebank or News Cafe in Rivonia, people would stare.
They were quick ones to be sure but there nonetheless.
A black girl with light brown hair and gray eyes, she was well educated and spoke fluent Italian. In this case, he was the one with money and she was the one with the passport he desired.
While I will always identify as black, of African descent, it doesn’t mean my date has to accept it.
Years ago, I went to a party with my friend’s brother in Pretoria where everyone was Xhosa, Swazi, or Zimbabwean.
In the spirit of Afrocentricity, I consider people of African descent in one lump, not to negate specific cultural differences but in that, we are all black.
That of course, is a very American viewpoint born of the one-drop rule.
Sure, there are many other situation-specific issues one will encounter but these overarching themes, I have seen played out in my own experiences and those of my friends. This is a topic which surfaces in many of the articles about Black expats.
Men and women face it—it’s something you have to accept.
As a solo traveler who is often overseas for extended periods of time, there is no avoiding dating, in fact, it is something I embrace.
In my experience there are five issues you will face as a single black woman with an American passport: Your Americanism trumps your skin color; Is he interested in you or the money/passport; Colorism; Exoticism; and What your clothes are saying.
I have experienced the odd man here and there who would expect me to pick up the tab because I was the I found the only way to deal with it is to shut it down immediately, “ I am working here too. And by the way, I have no intention of ever living there full-time again.” It is blunt but effective.