@SEXisMyReligion: I know I said you were perfect for me… but the truth is I don’t know who I am anymore… and I’ve lost touch with your purpose in my life.
—This is a powerful tweet on so many levels.
It’s been a while…
So much has happened, so much has changed.
I miss writing, I should make time for it I suppose.
Well, hello from a very cold Hannover, Germany.
I pray God that we shall never use our physical prowess to oppress the human race, but we will
use our strength, physically, morally and otherwise to preserve humanity and civilization.
—MARCUS GARVEY
*Words fail me as I attempt to describe this book. So what I will say is that it is definitely a must read and i could not put it down till i was done.
Go out and get a copy, you will not regret it.*
Hello!!! From a mixed bag called Helsinki, Finland.
*It has been a while since I last graced these pages.
The story continues - travel has resumed once again*
My world will never be the same again. This journey has been an amazing one and it has only just begun
—K. Maelane
Antibalas Live @ Le Poisson Rouge NYC
Afropop catches up with Martin Perna - founder of the legendary Brooklyn-based “Antibalas.” Perna delves into the history of the group, the socio/political roots of the music, and Antibalas’s connection with the elders of Afrobeat.
Wynton Marsalis
This is Wynton Marsalis performing Duke Ellington’s “Portrait of Louis Armstrong”, originally done by Cootie Williams
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
—“1995 by Oriah House, From “Dreams Of Desire”
