Copyright 2005 Black Butterfly Press
(Dedicated to the Memory of My Father, Mervin Vann)
"Impossibilities are merely things of which we have not learned, or which we do not wish to happen." -- Charles W. Chesnutt, American Writer
In 1998, when my father was seventy-eight, he flew for eighteen hours to visit my younger sister Sonya who lived in Japan.
At the time, I remember thinking that he was too old. What had gotten into Daddy? My mother had been dead for about five years and, unlike my six siblings’ and my dire predictions that he wouldn’t live one year without her, he was appearing to have a new lease on life. Our father had become this bossa-nova-ing, cavorting world traveler. Although he still had crippling arthritis, he got around, hobbling, limping, but still moving.
He stayed in Japan for two months and came back a changed man. He even wrote us letters, which was a first for him, because he was not a letter writer. (He always counted on my mother to write the letters to us.)
Well, like that old saying goes, “Until you walk in my shoes, you can’t sing my blues.
Now, as a grandmother of five, I just returned from a nine-day trip to Beijing, China. I went with a group of 40 business persons from different minorities.We also visited Shanghai, Suzhou and Hangzhou all modern, progressive cities in the south of China. For a modest price, the trip included round-trip air tickets, local tour bus transportation, accommodations at 5 star hotels, meals throughout the trip, business matching, factory touring and networking during governmental banquets.
I even climbed the famous Great Wall of China. Although I only made it to the first Pagoda, I saw that as being symbolic of the steps I’ve had to take to go from being an employee to being a business owner to now being an International Trade Business person.
For others who would like to try new things, I say, "Go for it." I have a saying, “The last time I checked, you’re going to be dead a long time, so why keep putting off what you want to do? (This includes writing a book, if that's your desire.)
I speak from experience. In the past, with my writer’s overactive imagination, I envisioned all types of future disasters that never happened. This kept me from enjoying life fully, but now I find, as I get older, I am throwing my caution to the wind and going for the gusto of life—whatever it has to offer. I can’t recount how many things I held back on while I raised three children. (I only flew once every other year because if there was a plane crash who would raise the children and other such foolishness I concocted) At any rate, now everyone is grown and as the young folks say, “It’s on.”
I want to taste all that is good and different about life. I want to come outside my backyard and experience the world. I want to see things from a new perspective. For example, I have now eaten bird’s nest soup, learned a few words in Chinese, and learned how to haggle with street vendors over nice gifts such as real pearls. Needless to say, I had the time of my life.
Not only was I introduced to many new foods, I saw the world through an eastern world view of peace, harmony and tranquility.
My original purpose for going to China was to meet publishers, expand my Internet radio shows at www.maxineshow.com, www.voiceamerica.com, and www.artistfirst.com, and learn about the culture. In addition, I'd like to change the negative image of African Americans which is portrayed in videos and have the Chinese learn about different aspects of black culture through literature written by African Americans for African Americans.
But on this journey, I found a deeper meaning. The human connection. I feel the trip will be the beginning of future relationships with people from China.
What was particularly heartwarming was the fact that, in spite of the language barrier, the people were friendly and embraced my sister Nancy and I. They seemed to be magnetically drawn to our natural hairstyles. (Nancy wears sister locks and I wore my hair in an individual, braided shag style.) We are still reeling from how we were treated like celebrities.
Everywhere we went, people showed an open, honest curiosity and many people took photos with us and of us. It made me feel more Afrocentric and aware of our natural African beauty. To say the least, it was a restorative experience. Forget about the white standard of beauty. Even my full-figure seemed to be one of interest, and the looks of approbation spoke volumes to me. It was if the head nods said, "Go on with your bad self. What tribe are you from?"
