"Conversely, the red plant itself burns a brighter red when set off by the green than when it grows among its peers. In the bed I always reserved for poinsettia seedlings, there was little to distinguish one plant from its neighbours. My poinsettia did not turn scarlet until I planted it in new surroundings. Colour is not something one has, colour is bestowed on one by others."
"What can we do, we who are different from the rest?... I pondered the advantages and disadvantages of the options open to me. When my bandages were finally removed I could see only two:
1. Stand out. Cultivate that which makes you different from those around you. Understand where the differences lie, for better or worse, but maintain your eccentricity, cherish it as the unique property it is. This struck me as an infinitely lonely road. Each step would require a fresh struggle with fate...
2. Blend in. Count the differences and ease them out of the way wherever possible. That entails constant adjustment of the personality, disguising it, altering it to fit that of the other. Take note of what you value in your environment and imitate it. Seek attention only for the few attributes you have in common with the other, and conceal the rest...
Kwame took the first path, I the second. The one seems brave, the other cowardly, but that is nothing but prejudice, the facile judgment of one who has never stood alone. Battling with the self is no easier than battling with the rest - just less noticeable. Nevertheless, the poinsettia will never blend in with the tea bushes."
For all that this is a - true - story that took place nearly two hundred years ago, it bears lessons which are just as important today, lessons about race, about nationality, identity and about the huge downfalls of ethnocentrism, particularly the role it plays in politics. Lack of cultural understanding on both sides damaged - no, destroyed - the lives of these two men. Kwasi died in poverty, abandoned by the Holland he had so desperately tried to become a part of, and Kwame tragically took his own life, rejected by the mother country to which he had remained ever faithful. Not a happy message, but an important one.