Written by: Bonolo Modise | Photography by: Sydney Mori
Skin.
By definition, skin is the thin layer of tissue forming the natural outer covering of the body of a person or animal. It’s the external layer that shells and protects all the tissues and organs that form part of the body.
Skin is personal. It’s unique.
Living in skin can be rather tricky. For some, it is liberation personified. It’s independence. It’s individual expression. It’s freedom. On the opposite end, skin can be isolating and embracing it can be a challenge. Skin can be restricting, divisive, sensitive and even hold one captive.
The varying pigments are all undoubtedly glorious, each beautiful in its own way, adding to the diversity of the world. It, therefore seems fairly natural that there are descriptive terms in popular culture that label particular skin segments.
Let’s face it, how many of us stop to look into a stroller with an incredibly dark child? Not taking a peek to play with the baby because it’s “so black” is terrible behaviour!
As a black South African woman, different shades of our colour have always been alluded to in my community. Okay, maybe the assortment of the multiple tones have been blatantly pointed out.
Growing up between Dobsonville in Soweto and the neighbouring Doornkop in Thulani, there was no going unnoticed. Kids on nearly every street knew who was what complexion and had specific nick names for each.
I, being on the lighter side of the pigmentation scale, was always referred to as “witties” (derived from the Afrikaans word ‘wit’ for ‘white’). The traditionalists in our township would also call me “ipentshisi” or “peach” because I was supposedly yellow and ripe like the fruit.
There seemed to be some kind of enchantment associated with being a brighter kind of black. People walking down the street would gleefully chat up my mother and compliment her on having such “a beautiful baby”. (Let’s face it, how many of us stop to look into a stroller with an incredibly dark child? Not taking a peek to play with the baby because it’s “so black” is terrible behaviour! Unfortunately this mentality exists even today.)
Of course “witties” was not always a term of endearment.
When kids wanted to be mean they would hurl insults like “coloured bastard” or “ibhunu” (a Zulu term meaning ‘Boer’ loosely used in township slang to refer to Afrikaners). There were times when it was more painful to be “milky” and “pale” compared to “dark beauties” who were way more ebony in comparison.
When one reached teenage years, particularly around matric in high school, you were referred to as a “mooi van ver” aka MVV (translation: beautiful from afar).
When a light skinned person walks down the street, they tend to attract attention. There’s a bit of excitement that builds up amongst those watching you trot along anticipating that a breath taking creature is approaching their midst. That is until you are up close. Should your beauty not meet the expectation set by your glowing complexion, you are referred to as a MVV.
There was therefore no love lost between “ama dark dindie” (aka black beauties) and “abo witties”. Each tended to flock to their own and if not, one was the “white sheep” of the group.
Fast forward to what’s nearly 2015 and the same divisive mentality is what permeates through society. Women are separated by size, age, sexuality, parenthood, career, culture and wait for it – skin complexion!
Segregation of any kind is a notion that leaves me irate. Particularly at the world’s perverse obsession with highlighting the differences in skin.
Yesterday I was “witties”, today it’s something utterly new. Being a light skinned black woman has evolved to the term “yellow bone”.
It’s a supposed compliment, but growing into your skin can be quite an exercise. It can be emotionally taxing, mentally draining and exhilarating at the same time.
There’s such candour in exploring who you are, where you are going and what you hope to become despite society’s preconceived ideas about what you should be.
Am I “witties”, “ipentshisi” or a “yellow bone”? Sure. But there’s more to me than just light skin.
Fiery, bold and ambitious. Steadfast and opinionated. Proudly South African. This is the woman I would like you to become acquainted with.
Tag along on my journey as I explore the intricacies of being a light skinned African woman in modern day South Africa.
On this venture, nothing is ever as simple as it seems nor does the good guy always win. At the end of the heaviest storms though, there’s always a rainbow and a sprinkle of sunshine.
These are the Misadventures of a Yellow Bone.
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November 30, 2015 at 7:21 am
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December 24, 2015 at 9:43 am
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