So three months since that fated night, I find myself with legs akimbo screaming all manners of obscenities at the strange dude with his head between my legs.
A black man, none the less.
I was about to be a mummy for the second and third time all at once, and, the pressure was obviously getting to me. In a rare moment of calm, I became aware of how cold the air con felt on my feverish skin.
My mum, bless her heart had to leave me for a toilet break. She’s back now however, I hear her talking to the doctor.
How ironic, to find a black man, whose job it is to be all up in different women’s – good thoughts Talia think nice thoughts. Anyhow, I hear him talking to my mum, something about refusing to talk to me anymore because I’m unreasonable and rude, how he’ll excuse me because I’m obviously delirious with pain. I promise you, if I didn’t need two hands to feed me gas I’d a flipped him a birdie and thrown a bedpan…bastard. What I didn’t need today, was another highly pretentious, probably married to a white girl know it all that can’t handle his own negro, telling me what to do.
I hear the words dilated and begin to push.
Four agonising hours later…
I give birth to two beautiful Nubian children….each weighing in at seven pounds…each looking like Chinese old men. I love them, they belong, to me.
As they grow, they will learn that to trust in the black man is a bad idea. They will learn to stick to and adapt to the principles of the white man. I will see to it that they do as they are told and tell what it is they want others to do. I will make sure they grow to hate the name Jarom and love the colour of their skin, the nappiness of their hair as one loves an accessory, nothing more.
- Kola Boof Lashes Out On D.L. Hughley For Hating Black Women (peacebenwilliams.com)