Today we have Jah9’s newest single, “Love Has Found I”. 9 released it yesterday, in celebration of Empress Menen Asfaw’s Earthstrong (birthday). In the song, Jah9 croons about finally finding her one true love. A man embodying the likeness of H.I.M. Haile Selassie I. You get to hear a different range to her voice in this song, you can feel the soulfulness in each utterance. Just as if you got your dream man too. It brings a kind of happiness.
The photos for the accompanying visuals are by Nickii Kane with styling by Wade. While the track was produced by Clive Hunt. Take a listen to “Love Has Found I” by Jah9, and tell me what you think in the comments below.
“Love has found I… Finally….
Taking it slow but not letting go.”
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You’re so secluded,
your emotions, your thoughts.
I’m still a little lost
as it comes to you…us.
I can tell it’s not just lust.
There’s a connection, we click.
And as lost as I may be
I can’t get you out of my mind.
Just like a Rubik’s cube I’m trying,
so hard, to figure you out.
Just like Coffee, I can’t get your taste
out of my mouth.
On the verge of putting the puzzle away.
they always said, “All good things come to an end.”
Just don’t ruin a good thing,
before it could be great.
Poetry 101 Rehab: Connection.
Featured image by Nicholi Stevens.
I saw you, in a cluttered place
my head woozy like outer space.
I couldn’t see the deception,
picture perfect… But you transformed.
Are u a decepticon? or is this inception?
I got even friendlier with Mary Jane,
she made me love the sound of your name.
All in all I took a small step,
not seeing the ledge.
I swear I found my Johnny Depp.
He’d save me, pull me from the edge.
But now I’m in the dark,
in the precipice of my mind,
hoping to be found.
Poetry 101 Rehab: Found.
We all dream of the end.
The big house, and two cars,
the dog, and two children running in the yard.
Our partner beside us lounging on the veranda,
watching the movie unfold before us.
We want to skip the scanning, the awkward texts,
the self-conscious thoughts, skip the overthinking,
about their friends, you can’t stand. Even though
at the end of the night it’s you they’d Skype,
because all that is too hard.
We want it easy, the perfect partner placed
right in our laps, wake up! no one is perfect.
And just like that, the screen went blank.
The lights rose, this movie has only reached
intermission. Don’t live in fear.
Get up and go find your, almost
Poetry 101 Rehab: End
You’re not at the end of your time.
They were both at fault, intentionally & unintentionally
His past a constant reminder that
No one had pure intentions
She said untruthful words with hurtful intent
And that was all he needed to spiral back
Into his dark past
And with that his trust in her was lost
Communication came to a
Hold, she was always
Overthinking, thinking his words were all
Lies, tears & fears of letting go, for this was her first time
So excuse my lack of knowledge but I learnt what an acrostic is from this challenge, today’s theme is trust. This was difficult lol this type of poem I’d definitely have to practice.
Device: Internal Rhyme
He wishes to be perfect,
If only he knew his imperfection is so perfect.
Tall, dark & handsome,
he’s every girl’s dream.
Thick too, that’s a super bonus.
When a girl gets a hug, it should make an impact,
& you got that in check.
You’re the perfect height not too tall,
especially when you laugh.
You still stare at your imperfections,
& I just hope that you know,
she’s very lucky to have you.
I have to wonder if it’s just the Jamaican male that behaves like this?
- They want to skip the friendship stage and be in an intimate relationship.
- Sex becomes a main topic at the beginning or soon after becoming friends.
- They are persistent in the sex quest.
- You end up blocking them & deleting their number.
This topic of course came up in a conversation with Lexxi (click KultureShocked to see her post about this) and I had to express this, I turn away most men because of a vibe they give off. If the vibe is right I give them a chance, call it a grace period, and most f**k it up.
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