Every white “man’s” rite of passage is, for some reason, taking a “spiritual journey” either to India or Africa. Maybe even both if he’s super rich enough a.k.a. living on daddy’s dime. For whatever reason, going to Africa in particular seems to bring out a part of himself that withdraws his inner “wokeness.” The zen he’s so desperately been searching for amid his own chaos, typically self-inflicted due to not having any real personal problems other than being a piece of shit.
And while it’s “fine” to appreciate the scenery, the culture and the overpriced safari you didn’t pay for yourself, it’s less than [insert Zulu word for kosher here] to come back to Brooklyn and decide to pay roughly $800-$1,000 for an Africa tattoo paying “respect” to the “African peoples” when the only thing you know “bout dat lyfe” is what you heard from Die Antwoord songs. So please, do not pollute our vision not only with your blinding skin, but with a blemish called your Africa tattoo as well. It’s not going to get you black women, but it might get you beat up by some. And probably even Creolean ones too.