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Yasuke’s Tale


A bronze statue of Yasuke

Yasuke was one of the first Africans known to have set foot in Japan during the 16th century. Originally from Africa, possibly from Mozambique, Yasuke arrived in Japan in 1579 as a slave to the Italian Jesuit missionary Alessandro Valignano.

Yasuke’s striking appearance, particularly his dark skin, fascinated the Japanese people, including Oda Nobunaga, one of the most powerful warlords of the time. Nobunaga took a particular interest in Yasuke, who was reportedly over six feet tall—towering over most Japanese of the era. Impressed by his strength and loyalty, Nobunaga eventually made Yasuke a samurai, a rare honor for a foreigner.

Yasuke served Nobunaga faithfully, and he was present during significant historical events, including the Incident at Honnō-ji in 1582, where Nobunaga was betrayed by one of his generals, Akechi Mitsuhide.

After Nobunaga’s death, Yasuke was captured but spared execution, likely due to his foreign status. His fate after this period remains unclear, and his story has since become a blend of historical fact and legend:

  1. Yasuke’s Skin Color: One of the most famous legends is about the reaction to Yasuke’s dark skin. It is said that Oda Nobunaga, upon first seeing Yasuke, believed his skin was covered in ink and ordered him to strip and wash. When Yasuke’s skin remained dark, Nobunaga became fascinated and reportedly declared Yasuke a “black-skinned warrior” (kuro-suke), acknowledging his uniqueness.
  2. Strength and Stature: Yasuke’s exceptional physical strength and towering height (over six feet) were legendary in Japan, where the average height at the time was much shorter. Some stories depict Yasuke as almost superhuman in his physical prowess, able to wield heavy weapons and perform feats of strength that astonished those around him.
  3. Battlefield Prowess: As a samurai, Yasuke is said to have fought bravely alongside Oda Nobunaga. While historical records of his combat achievements are sparse, legends often describe him as a fierce and skilled warrior who could carry a man with one hand.
  4. The Escape from Honnō-ji: One popular legend involves Yasuke’s actions during the Incident at Honnō-ji, where Nobunaga was betrayed by Akechi Mitsuhide. According to the legend, Yasuke fought to protect Nobunaga, and then attempted to escape with Nobunaga’s head (to prevent it from being taken by the enemy, a significant act of loyalty in samurai culture). However, he was eventually captured.
  5. Mysterious Disappearance: After Nobunaga’s death, Yasuke’s fate became shrouded in mystery. Some legends suggest that he returned to Africa or continued to serve in Japan, while others imply that he disappeared without a trace.
  6. Symbol of Cultural Exchange: Over time, Yasuke’s story has taken on symbolic meaning, representing the blending of African and Japanese cultures. In modern interpretations, he is often portrayed as a bridge between worlds, embodying the idea that courage, honor, and loyalty transcend race and nationality.

What a concept.

Ode to A Sneaker

Snoop Dogg’s One Take

The Olympics reminds me I used to love sneakers. I still do, but I used to, too.

Nike, Adidas, Chuck Taylors. I was a gym shoe junkie back in the day. Dad used to say, “Those clown shoes won’t help you jump higher.” But I didn’t care. Each new pair felt like a superpower.

Remember those Larry Bird Converse Weapons? I had a pair in ’86. They were garish and ridiculous, but man, did I feel like a baller. I was sure they’d help me sink threes from half-court. Spoiler alert: they didn’t.

Larry Bird’s Converse Weapon

I thought I was done with cool sneakers when I hit 50. My feet voted for comfort over style. But then Snoop Dogg, of all people, got me back in the game with his Skechers collab.

Gin and Juice Snoop. Blunt-smokin Snoop. Olympic darling and grandfather of three Snoop.

He’s concocted a mad scientist shoe, the One Take, tourquoise and orange and platformed like he was late for Soul Train.

I love them. I want to be buried in them.

Now my closet’s a timeline of my life. Old high-tops next to sensible lookalikes. From “I can dunk” to “I can funk” to “I just want to walk without pain.”

Funny how things change. As a kid, I wore sneakers to impress classmates. Now? I wear what feels good. My feet finally got their Ph.D. in Not Giving a Damn.

And yet.

Did I mention they were $100? Jordans should be so affordable. Sometimes, when I squint, the orange stripes resemble an outstretched Chicago Bull.

Wore my new kicks to the docs last week. Then to poker. And they’ve become my cycling clog.

Life’s weird like that. Sometimes you think you’ve outgrown a thing, but it turns out it’s just grown up with you.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

A baby hummingbird drinks from a raspberry


Jagged World

It’s no mean feat,

Breathing in and out,

On this fresh dawn,

In this jagged world.

The light breaks, fragile,

Scattering beams across

A landscape carved by dreams

And near-forgotten slumber.

Each inhale, a claim,

A slivered piece of morning.

The world awakens indifferent,

To the quiet victories

Of simply enduring.

Here, we find our place,

Not extraordinary,

But steadfast.

Breathing in, breathing out.

Each step forward,

A resilience,

In this jagged world,

On this fresh dawn.