When Afrocentric Art Goes Wrong.

Last night, Brokey and I were attempting to one-up each other by pointing out cheesy, hackneyed displays of Afrocentricity. (You know what we mean: that dreadlocked-Jesus-on-the-cross-ass stuff.)

I offered up this. She countered with this. I came back with this. And she came back with …well, see for yourself.

“Wtf is goin on there??!” she asked. A terrific question. I made a joke about tub farting. She suggested it was the Almighty watching some lovemaking and interceding. (Because, you know, we’re 12.)

Best caption wins a cowry shell necklace, a sleeve of Nag Champa, and a lifetime supply of Self-Love™.

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Gene "G.D." Demby is the founder and editor of PostBourgie. In his day job, he blogs about race and ethnicity for National Public Radio. He is a native of South Philly and reads and writes and runs and rants. You can follow him on Twitter or subscribe to him on Facebook.

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