Fun in the sun-ish! The sun went in and out during the day but we didn’t mind at all. I love going over Minkah’s house 🙂 We did the trod to Bull Bay on Sunday. We gathered at her house, hailing up her mom and […]
Month: July 2015
Freedom of speech, a dollar
Do they laugh from their pillar?
Freedom of thought, a penny.
(Freedom of speech, a dollar, Do they laugh from their pillar?
Do they laugh from their pillar? Freedom of thought, a penny.)
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: Free & Think.
Get it? a penny for your thought? lol 🙂 All in all they both aren’t free.
The first thing I thought when I saw the prompt was Freedom of Speech and the second was this would be a nice prompt for a regular poem 🙂
Sankofa: Adinkra symbol meaning “To go back and get it” (knowledge.)
This was my first Sankofa Session, Lexxi accompanied me, and we were early by our standards. We got there at 8:30, where the session was to start at 8pm which would be 9pm Yaady time(=actual start time) therefore we were early, as we got there before 9. Yaady time takes into account that the event will more than likely start late. The flyer says 6pm but 6-8pm is a yoga and meditation session.
We got there and of course went straight to the food that was on sale. Lexxi bought a cup of sip- vegetarian soup, I bought a box of ackee & saltfish with fried breadfruit, plantains and sweet potato; with a bottle of Ms. Joy’s homemade otaheite apple juice. The food was delicious, nice and spicy 🙂 I would have got the curry chick peas and roti but it wasn’t ready yet and I was hungry. Not long after we finished eating Lexxi bought one of the homemade mango carrot juices, I need to find out how that tasted. Ital is vital.
We were chilling, the music now live and high in the air, Dj Iset Sankofa spinning her set, when our friend Bugzy came over greeting us. I hadn’t seen him in a good while, he complained that we didn’t tell him we were coming but we still went and helped him play percussion alongside the music. Ites reached and it was just fun playing along with the music, it was a challenge but Bugzy, Lexxi & I switched between the drum, the egg shakers, the cow bells and the tambourine. The dj spoke in between songs explaining that the music was original Cosmic Congolese Music, right out of Africa. An artiste that stood out to me was Jupiter, holding in my dancing I took a seat on the ledge of the makeshift stage.
Last but not least, the empress we had been waiting for, Nadia, graced the stage singing a couple of her songs and had the crowd grooving along with her, roaring hoots between singles. She boom she bang she boom she bang she boom she bang she boom all over the place! was stuck in my head the whole ride home, we left, on a high, after her performance.
‘Til next time,
They say to fall in love, is just like falling asleep. At first, slowly…then all at once. Not a peep. Wasting no time, sleep overcomes me. That must be lovely, a peaceful rest. I agree, slightly, for my nights are the best. Wasting no time, sleep overcomes me. […]
“I’d rather be the rhythm than the lyrics” and that brought this out of me:
I’d rather be the rhythm than the lyrics.
I want you to feel me, the real me.
every fiber of my being,
the crack in my voice when I say
“I’m fine.” I want you to know.
Don’t listen to the beautiful lyrics,
hear me out, without a doubt,
you’re the one I want.
Read me, religiously,
like the Sunday paper.
I want to be the pepsi
to your white rum.
I want to be the honey
to your green tea.
I want you to want me.