Colors Are Something Else This Century

There is a saying here that: you are not supposed to be wealthy, you are supposed to act it out. If you are wealthy and acting it out too, far much better. the 80s was the era that philosophy was at its apex in the life of people. Living it up not being it. And they were it at through the array of colors on show each day in the name of fashion.

I was in secondary school at that period and being from a relatively wealthy family, I was one of those with little change to spare but I know-no-fashion or rather wasn't all that carried with the happenings in that line.I was living in the boarding house school in that good old era so, I wasn't all that conscious of what was obtainable in that fad that period. Yet, my friends were. 

You could not believe how easy it was to corner all those girls of your age that period simply by dressing up. I still recall that my favorite colors of that period were yellow, blue,green and red. Mainly because they were shouting when you pressed them well and that yellow that period can go with any kind of trousers. Plain, jean, even local wears. I noticed that the yellow top was too enticing that period because I like them on those I saw them on. So, i had went for it as my favorite color alongside blue jeans, red and at times black.

I am that kind of guy that lives physically, I wasn't a spiritual animal and I wasn't into fashion: this color is this and that color is that bullshit some claiming knowledge of those things were into then. I wasn't blind so I could see when all eyes were on me. And that period, they were somehow on me with whatever I put on. 

What am I telling you? I am telling you that the period was the era of acting out rich not being it in this African country so no matter the hut you crawled out from, dressing well is what notches your status upwards before anyone will ever ask "who is he or who's she?" What can't stop amusing me was that the majority of the families were stinkingly poor and yet, youths coming out of the mud houses always save up to buy some poor quality colorful attire he or she parades around in and they serve their psychological purpose well.I will say that was the mentality here till the first quarter of the '90s when that fad started fading.

Then came the early 2000s, dressing up was still a fad but then not that recognized any more as it was in the '80s, people are now into landed property and education, even cars that were ultimate in the '80s started losing its hold on people. That is when you will hear too often: "cars are not investment, they don't have good values. Build house"  

Then, I found my way to China and commit my way into their dungeon and knowledge that wasn't in my head about colors found their ways into it that I will even say or you will think that I am somehow paranoid if you don't know better. I found out that there is a world that exists inside this general world we all inhabit. 

I don't know if the prison you passed through in whatever way is like the one I passed through in China and somehow still doing years after being freed. That my prison was another world if you seek my opinion. Colors were something else. You can only ignore them at your own risk. 

It was inside there that I found out that what color stands for those free outside isn't what same colors stand for those inside. It's only when you are inside you will know like the saying goes with the inmates that we are inside a ditch and being free rated as climbing out of the ditch so, what some colors means for those not inside the ditch actually aren't supposed to be what it means for those free souls walking up and down in the world. Why even expect it to be the same? Those souls are free souls.

The experience that stayed with me when I climbed out of the ditch five years ago and the free souls were into their usual noise of equality and stuff like that. Those LGBTQ people and their kinds were parading rainbow colors around as their symbol. I got confused. Inside the prison, it was pure blue. Why are these rainbow 8-colors these groups are parading around? That place was so demonically inclined that even a prison uniform on you is doing a particular job. The uniform on the officers was doing their own particular function. The color of the water flask they shared with you is doing its particular function, even the color of Apple given to you during any particular celebration is doing its particular function. We were learning and we didn't have a choice but to learn. We are inside holes not outside it and when inside, you will start understanding why slaves don't organize themselves and riot.

You will spend your entire years keeping eyes on the colors you come in contact with, making sure they record in your brain and what they stand for, what they do inside that hole isn't lost on you for your own good. It's like dodging bullets 24/7.

Well, after ten years of dodging that bullet daily, I will say I am somehow equipped to tell you what you are reading and stand by it. I can even now tell how an issue will turn out simply by observing the color of the uniforms on anyone involved in any case. I can tell who you are by observing the uniform on you and funny enough, it has been that way with me since I climbed out of the hole I found myself in.  

I can't stop smirking at the confusion of some people on how I know what and where they stand on any issue simply by observing the color of their attire. I can't stop chuckling at their confusion and surprises on their faces. 

It's ten years experience that has not failed me woefully for five years and holding. Forget those, their roses are red, this and that and their rainbow are this and stand for that bullshit. Maybe in the '80s, and the 90s, they are all those things, maybe still to you. This century, they all stand for something else. Mostly negative. Yeah, demonic I say.