Kenapa Aku Hitam Novels & Stories

When I started painting, I put every feeling that had that black, it was even funny when you take something pure like white and dirty it with black, white represents so many happy feelings, like peace, the will to live, purity, when a bride puts white on her wedding day she is showing how pure she is for her husband, not that this is something bad, to give yourself body and soul to a single person must be the most wonderful thing in the world, and this is what white represents, but black, the darkest tone, the color that prevents you from seeing further, the color of sadness, of death, the color that makes you sad, even if the color has not existed for this is still how it will be transmitte

Black as midnight. A phantom.

She screamed out of excitement. “Yes, it is a parrot, do you like it?” He questioned. “Yes, of course I love it, but I don't actually love the colour it blacks. I hate black.” “Why?” “Black stands for bad things, it stands for witches and wizards and I may be termed one if this black bird stay with me. They will think that I'm a sorcerer.” “Alright, bring it, I will just give it to Arial anyway, she will surely cherish it.”

I asked, eager to know more about how his Lycan powers worked. “Black,” Issa answered. “But it is faint.” “What is my colour?” I asked. “Grey, like the moon,” He answered. He cursed quietly. “What is it?” I asked him as he slowed down the car and balled his hands into angry fists. “Fuck!” He suddenly exclaimed. “I lost it.” My heart sank. I could not accept that.I could not allow that witch just disappear after what they did to my mother! “Is it because of the magic?” I asked through gritted teeth as I also balled my hands into fists..

"What about you?" "Black. But not the kind of black you get when they make clothes cheaply. The kind of black that you find between the stars. The patches where no light reaches. A true black where every other colour looks burning bright next to it." I explained and took another cigarette out. Only Mikaela had ever understood what I meant when I explained such things to her. Painting was Julian's forte, words were mine and I was very proud of that. "Are you sure you didn't choose black for that reason because that's how you felt compared to everyone around you?"

I said lost in deep thoughts. All the while I spoke, Black was listening with interest, and I found that comforting as I felt he understood what I was going through. "Do you know why you have been failing?” He asked after some time of thinking. I looked at him not sure of how to answer him, as tears had blurred out my visions. “It's because you have been killing the wrong people, it's time to start killing the right people to get what you want to achieve. There is a friend of mine we need to go visit,”

Then I also want to ask you, Why can't you do the same thing as me? Black - Think of everything we've done for this country so far! Think of the sacrifices we've made! And what's the repayment they gave us?! They only look when we got captured! They only look when we were falsely accused! They even also only look when we were delivered to the cross, to be burned to ash! Now, you unexpectedly asked why I want to do this matter?! She says with utter hatred. Black - Naturally because I must have my revenge! Takes revenge against the humans as well as this country! This is the reason why I did all this!

More like the color. Black. Fuck!

They are blinded by emotions that I had successfully kept away from me. If humans were made from a color. Maybe wine which was a darker shade of red itself, then I was made from an even darker shade and the darkness that I had embraced for years had now become a part of me that would never fade. I was dark… I was Black… in fact. “You seem as pale as a half-dead to me, Ama. I can't even see that dark shade of red and shouldn't that be noticeable since you claim to be so dark-”

He asked. "I only know what the gods have showed me. Your real parents mourn for your loss. They wished they had done something during your banishment. When I mention your name to the gods, all I see is anguish, death, desire and a black pot. Does that remind you of anything?" "Not exactly, I try to think of a black pot but my memories are blurry and I can't remember anything about it." Ibekwe paused and continued. "It was my fault. I am the reason why my parents mourn when they should be living a peaceful life. I am so stubborn and full of pride. Only if I had buried my curiosity and walked away. Only if I had buried my curiosity and looked away......."