The first time I was ever called a “kaffir”was by a coloured woman. The first time I was called a “kroes kop” was by a coloured man. Coloured people are very anti-black and I will not be convinced otherwise. Growing up in the Capeflats was gruesome.
A man who loves you will naturally wanna feed you, call you, take you out, bring flowers, and put in effort. No excuses. You shouldn’t have to teach or beg for that.