How I cosplay, African edition

Today is Emancipation Day in the Netherlands, a day on which we commemorate the abolishment of slavery in our “former” colonies. There is a march, a ceremony by the national monument, and a festival known for its danceable music, long lines for great food, and lovely market. I’ve taken the day off, and will be going to Museumplein with a friend to celebrate, and to hopefully score a new wooden afro pick. I don’t always participate in the Indieweb Carnival, but was delighted to meander to its wiki page and see that this month’s theme is Masks, Identities & Cosplay. This whole essay would’ve been tied together irreproachably if I now introduced my opinions on the book White Masks, Black Skin by Frantz Fanon, a book which I’m sure describes in detail my most senior costume. But I shouldn’t be talking about the book in a way that indicates I know of its contents, because I haven’t read it yet. I haven’t read much Fanon. I haven’t read much Césaire. I haven’t read much Said. I haven’t read…