Really…if I had a dollar for every lecture I’ve received and will receive from my Daddy student loans would NOT be a problem. He is always somewhere learning something and dropping knowledge on the wrong place, wrong time offspring.
I mean, this man grew up with revolutionary parents (big ups Grandma and Grandpa!), went to the war, was a Black Panther and has had a bunch of other stuff shape the never ending amount of knowledge he likes to spew at my sisters and I. And although the lectures drive me crazy and I wish he’d just stop pausing the movie to give me a history lesson about the pianist playing in the background track…my Daddy’s lectures have shaped who I am and who I strive to be in a major way.
As you can guess, being in Hyderabad is a career all on its own. I do believe if I can push past all of the bull crap I will find great rewards. (This would be the time my Daddy would say “See, I always knew you were full of shit, lil’ nigga!” lol). He and I are a lot alike in that we don’t give up easily, we wont speak just to fill the air, we are eternal learners, and we will not accept disrespect.
I’m sure that in many households the topic of “respect” was a very serious one. My Daddy has been lecturing about this since I was rocking bright pink jogging suits. The concept of self respect and extending respect to others was probably the undertone of most of the things we spoke about until…well, he still is speaking lol.
Being in a country in which the culture is so incredibly different than what you’re used to is quite a feat. The concept of respect is a subjective one and you find yourself trying to figure out what is culture and what is just ridiculous. This is particularly difficult when people from your same culture are not extending the respect you feel you are due.
As I was having a “Okay now…don’t let the nickname fool you, boo” moment a few weeks ago, my Daddy just happened to call and leave me a message. It went pretty much like, “Don’t let those people play you, baby girl, and don’t come back over here looking for something different…people will try to stifle you no matter where you are in the world. Don’t let anyone take this opportunity from you. In the same sense though, we’re not in the business of disrespecting people to get respect. You lead by example and if those folks don’t learn anything else while they’re there…they will learn how to show some respect.”
Boom! Don’t you love my Daddy?? I LOVE my friggin Daddy! He is the absolute shit.
According to some Muslim custom, your name is a goal to live up to. My sister’s name relates to patience and spirituality. ALL of mine relate to royalty lol…and my Daddy says he did that so that I can always remember to hold myself a step above the rest. …Yup! Malika’s got this! Living up to it.