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Lauryn Hill on Bird Poop

Posted June 19th, 2012 by in Blog, Musik

A bird just pooped on my shoulder. I believe that’s the first time a bird ever pooped on me. It’s a good thing because as disgusted as I was and as much as my usual reaction to something so gross is freak out, jump up and down and scream–even in the middle of the street–I […]

Summerstage for Afrika
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Summerstage for Afrika

Posted June 10th, 2012 by in AFRiCKA, Blog, Musik

Why are people always looking for photos of malnourished children? Apparently, the photos I posted with Nigeria in 11 are responsible for 99% of the traffic to this site. Wow! Anyway, in other news, Summerstage is usually something I look forward to in NYC summer.  There are usually at least a couple of dope African […]

Market of Dreams, In Stores Now!
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Market of Dreams, In Stores Now!

Posted April 10th, 2012 by in Blog, Business, Poetry

Join me in welcoming to bookshelves my first book, Market of Dreams, a collection of my best original poems; now available at Lulu.com, Amazon.com and bookstores everywhere. New York locals can buy it from the publisher’s site at Indigo SINE or pick it up at a local bookstore. “Market of Dreams is a chronicle of […]

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FOR THE POETS

Posted October 20th, 2011 by in Blog, Poetry

This is for the poets who didn’t sleep last night Scrambling in the dark to find a pen to write That rhyme with As time went And half your mind was written down Just as the sun crept around The other side To bring you light This morning when you still weren’t done Laying down […]

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Yaa Asantewaa is…

Posted December 9th, 2010 by in AFRiCKA, Blog, Poetry, Race

Is overwhelmed by the joy of my people Following this victory And knows it will be even better than this When the last battle is won Is holding her breath Hoping not to be devastated at the disappointment of her people by this blessing But to exhale the exhale of victory with her people In […]

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And Now You’re Gone.

Posted December 9th, 2010 by in Blog, Love, Poetry

The birds don’t stop chirping they don’t stop singing so gay… they don’t stop falling in love… the bees don’t stop pollenizing to respect our sudden loss they don’t mourn with me or help me fling away the ashes of my burned up diminished organs insides Ants don’t stop mating to appease my suffering they […]