Found by Africa on the Tube

So I leave Uxbridge on my way to Regent Street to get my Brother’s suit fitted for my wedding. While on the platform at West Drayton station waiting for the FGW train to Paddington, I notice an elderly man. He was black and I remember thinking he looked like Nelson Mandela. He had the hints of grey as well as the sunken eyes that told of vast experiences. There was something about him that drew me to make conversation but my sunglasses were on, that and my bright green jumper made me feel lost. You can’t approach a Mandela lookalike dressed like that.

This man intimidated me, because he represented what I had began to – and probably already had – lost. So I kept my sunglasses on and put my hood on. Picking a seat on the furthest end of the carriage I spent the journey staring out the window, sorrowful and yet determined to hide my discontent: never away from the gaze of the man, he was two seats away and within sight … Read more

© Denis Adide 2009

Change: What’s your response?

Ever since I became a Christian, there has been this pressure from within the (Christian) bubble driving me towards change. I am in no way saying that change is a bad thing, just stating here that this pressure can breed the wrong sort of change: that is, change in appearance – as in a masking of the lack of change – rather than change from within. The more I grappled with the pressure, the more I realized that it came – not from above, but rather horizontally – from looking at my fellow ‘brothers and sisters’ and comparing my circumstances with theirs. I quickly forgot that my salvation was just what it was, my own, and I had to work it out with as much ‘fear and trembling’ as everyone else. (Philippians 2:12) In my hay day, and even now sometimes if I’m to be honest, you’d be hard pressed to find a better Pharisee than me. The bible then – like my shirt and tie – had slowly become a means by which to separate myself from everyone else … Read more

© Denis Adide 2010

Because He first loved us

It was Friday night. I felt quite tired and frankly a little pissed off. It had been one of those extremely annoying days; everything hadn’t gone according to plan. I had had an argument with my mom earlier in the day which spilled over into miniscule disputes with my brothers and to cap it off, one of my closest friends had just posted a video on Facebook mocking the fact that I was engaged to a woman who is not black (I can’t even start on that issue now, so I’ll leave it for later). Needless to say, it was shaping up to end as a very bad day. Licking my wounds, I contemplated giving …… Read more

© Denis Adide 2010