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Its a moment that slices into sinews.
In response, she jolts, physically rocked by his rejection.
Wow, she says, in a moment of quiet, stunned realisation.
And, as if this is not enough, she chases it with Rah.
Rah, she says, and it is a declaration of shock.
Rah, she says, and its an acknowledgement of deep, confused hurt.
Rah, she says, and the average Black Brit feels that shit in theirgut.
It is innately connected to it.
The story is told through our tongue, spliced from many.
Blackness as a whole, but also Blackness as many cultures, multiple voices.
It is less of a lens and more of a feeling that coats the chords of the show.
It is that it helps form the story.
The rhythm and pulses chug narrative along, enriching the grain of the series.
Terry Pratchard, thethird of their triad, could really be rooted from anywhere; her background is nebulous.
One thing, however, is for certain: She is a Black Brit.
There is a specificity preserved along with the breadth, emblematic of what Black Britishness is.
Alongside this, the humour is distinctly British in tone, sharp-tongued and bracing.
Our characters slide through slang:Tingis sprinkled everywhere (what doestingmean?
Ting is just ting, innit).
Kwame dropsoya(a Yoruba word thats loosely translated to come on or hurry up).
And Terry seamlessly bounces into a specifically Nigerian lilt when pontificating or joking.
It is as baffling as it is incorrect.
She states that there is a unity and a distinction within the diaspora.
You must recognise that it matters.
It is an intellectually and emotionally vigorous show that gloriously presents its world without explanation.
