AFRICANGLOBE – “Yellow Bone” . . . the term given to the fair-skinned Black woman. It is the phrase that is meant to describe the lightest of the very rare light-skinned Black females. These are the Black women whose skin resembles that of their White counterparts.Their hair, although not always, but mostly straight, curly or weaved. Their overall phenotype seems to play no role. What matters most is their fair skin colour.
These are the kind of women for whom my fellow Black brother has suddenly developed an increased appetite. My Black brother salivates from afar, by merely watching them so-called Yellow Bones passing by.
Facebook updates and twitter statuses of the fellow Black man have everything to do with these Yellow Bones. The profile pictures of our Black sisters’ WhatsApps, Facebooks, Twitters, and other social networks describe someone completely different from the original person.
Unnecessarily, cosmetic plastic surgery has now become a trend in our fellow middle-class Black sisters. Take for instance, the South African kwaito sensation, Nomasondo Mnisi aka Mshoza, who unashamedly went under a knife, and bleached her face for millions of rands in pursuit of becoming another Christina Aguilera.
None of the above, in my own personal opinion, describes the beauty of an African woman. The light skin has never, in history, been a criterion in describing the beauty of a Black woman.
In fact, it is just logically senseless to describe something Black as light. Fair skin has no place in describing a Black woman. Perhaps my rural mentality has clouded my thinking capability.
However, I always believed that beside her inherent ubuntu and caring personality, a Black woman’s beauty is characterised by her Black skin first, then augmented by her well-rounded and posteriorly protruding backsides aka ATM’s (African Trade Marks), her curvy hips, and her pointed two little twins aka tiddies.
You probably are still wondering why did I even bother and take my time writing this, if I could have been sipping my glass of something somewhere with friends, talking about the obvious — Orlando Pirates’ win and Mamelodi Sundowns’ loss.
Well, I chose to write about this Yellow Bone thingy, as a tribute to our demising beautiful Black woman, whose death seems imminent, if not inevitable.
Her murderer is her fellow Black man. He who, suddenly, found more beauty in a Caucasian-like skinned woman. He who suddenly finds Blackness as unattractive. He who suddenly drools over a White-skinned woman, purely based on her skin colour and nothing else.
Does this really make me a racist? Like hell, no! This is a reminder to my Black sister to go back to her mirror and look how beautiful she actually is.
For her to look at her tiddies, turn around and check her ATMs and hips and say to the person in the mirror: “Girl, you are damn beautiful”.
This reminds my sister that regardless of how long she remains on the sun, her skin shall never tan. Her black skin shall remain black, unchanged and beautiful. As she walks away, moving those bums in three different directions at the same time, she should know that only an African woman is blessed with such a beautiful figure.
I guess Zakes Bantwini shall attest to that, as he dances for his “Shake your Bum-Bum” rhythm. Although I do not want to imply that the fair-skinned women are any uglier, I personally do not believe they are any prettier than the typical Black African woman, purely based on their skin colour.
I also refuse to believe that skin colour per se can classify an individual as beautiful. Well, I know beauty lies in the eyes of the beer-holder . . . beholder, I mean. My bad.
Dr Kamela L. Mahlakwane is a practicing medical practitioner, newspaper and magazine columnist, and former radio health talk show presenter. While serving as the mine doctor for Platinum Health at Anglo American, Dr Mahlakwane is currently a final year postgraduate student at University of Stellenbosch, Cape Town.