Sandra and John fell in love. They had met at university and it was a perfect match. Friends envied the happiness that surrounded them.
“Why don’t you come and meet my family,” Sandra said. “They will really love you the way I do.” “Errm” John said, playing with her hair. “I don’t know, we haven’t been dating long enough to get family involved.”
“Don’t be silly.” She teased. You are just scared of meeting mum and making a commitment.” They laughed in unison.
“Oh come on!” she said and he finally agreed. Sandra called her mum and they fixed a date. They left early in the morning to catch the train and beads of sweat poured down his back but he put on a brave face. Meeting a parent was something he never thought about.
Finally they arrived and as they walked up the driveway the silhouette of a lady showed through the glass in the door. Sandra held his hand and gave it a squeeze.
“That’s mum,” she said and just then the door opened.
Her mum stood looking at both of them and the smile she had on her face dropped and she exclaimed without thinking,
“But Sandra he is Black.”
Lunch went by in a haze. He could feel the false smiles and no amount of hand squeezing by Sandra could stop the sweat that was now dripping from his armpits like beads of quicksilver. They said their goodbyes and left. There was silence between them and that ended their relationship. He never dated an English girl again.
A year later while in his final year he met a Ghanaian student called Esi. He was cautious and gradually they became an item.
One Christmas holiday, Esi announced that her parents were coming from Ghana for the holidays and she was going to introduce him to them. He looked forward to this with less nervousness and anxiety than he had before.
He rang the doorbell and Esi’s mum opened the door and her smile dropped. Esi was standing behind her. “Esi” she said in a surprised voice, “You never told us he was white.”
That is the story of John, the son of an English Mother and Ghanaian father who turned out very light skinned with blond kinky hair and brown eyes.
Yerh. I told ya. Flash Fiction. In a flash. Hmm, This story reminds me of Romeo and Juliet. Those lines, yerh….
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
( Act 11 Scene 11, Romeo and Juliet)
A rose by any other name will smell as sweet. We would love to hear your experiences of bi racial relationships. How did your family and friends receive your special someone who had a different skin tone? A smile or a smirk?
Now to the crafter of this wonderful craft! I present to you Madam Mariska Araba Taylor-Darko.
She is an Executive member of the Ghana Association of Writers. And currently working on a children’s book titled : Aponkye Goat. What? King Aponkye Goat? I can’t wait to read that! I am a child through and through. Opanyin na Obia ntumi ndi. We all may not attain adulthood…. Let me contain my excitement.
Madam Mariska Araba Taylor-Darko attended Holy Child Sec. School, Cape Coast and St. Mary’s Sec. School, Korle Gonno. She later schooled at Beresford College of English and Commerce in Kent England and later went on to Harrow College of Further Education, Harrow Wealdstone in England and trained as a Legal Secretary
She has featured on radio chat shows on and has read her poetry in London at the “Find Your Voice” motivational event, at Alliance Française and at Unbridled Tongues in Osu during the International Woman’s Day. She has also performed at Bless The Mic, Alewa and Ehalakasa Talk Party. She has published a motivational book, “The Secret to Detoxifying Your Life and Love”, has a collection of poetry in a book titled “Rhythms of Poetry in Motion, Vol. 1” and a novel called “The Iced Water Seller “, non-fiction -The Deer Hunt” and “A Widow must not Speak”.