Sunglasses Required.

Mother Nature Seems to Love Us So...





She Reintroduced the Sun.

...-PHAROAH SANDERS.


30/30 start tomorrow...u n t i l t h e n .

3/30/2010-Life has Returned.

She is back.
Need
I
Say
More. . . .

i think not.

ill let miss badu speak..


NEW AMERYKAH PART TWO: THE RETURN OF THE ANKH

[Y]ours [T]ruly -Back to the Music.

Thee YANN TIERSEN

If we haven't already praised the French for something, it should be for their influence on classical music. Yann Tiersen is an extraordinary french musician that bridges keepsake to the use real instruments. His ways with instruments and his composition of music makes that auto tune blah we listen to today seem like an insult to music. With his whimsical, melancholy music, Yann Tiersen has become a sought-after composer, not only for his soundtrack work, but in his own right. Back to the Basics. Can we say YT?; Nope TY! Thank You, Yann Tiersen.


Snapshots:



Now The Action:

Seeing this man at work is incredible!

Realized.

How much I miss MORNING,

when

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Frederic Kohli

Olubowale Folarin's "MY SWEETIE"

"...make my jeloff with lots of peppa"


Olubowale Folarin, artistically known as WALE has recently recreated Bunny Mack's classic "My Sweetie, My Sugar (Let Me Love You ). Now anyone who has been to a West African party should know that this is one of the many theme songs of our events. If a certain series of songs are not played, many begin to question if the event is really an AFRICAN party.Within a few seconds of the song starting, people began to recognize the familar tune, which is usually followed by "OHHHHHHH!!! DA MAH SONG". The dance floor becomes crowded and many recite the lyrics like Bible verses. With this song, Wale takes the time to bridge the gap between the annoyance we have all once felt when being dragged to an African party by our parents and the enjoyment we reluctantly allow to overcome us when we are there. The song is well written and Wale puts an amazing twist on the song, making it his own. The thing that I like most about this song is that the artist was able to keep the originality of the song. Wale stays true to culture in this song; so many of us live in his words. Two Thumbs Up!!



"...you not hard. You fufu soft.."


The Original: Bunny Mack's My Sweetie, My Sugar



REMIX: Wale's My Sweetie, My Sugar (video directed by Tabi Bonney) DC IS ON THE RISE!

2009 Recap

New Beginning.22.Barack came.Michelle conquered.She was still here. He was still gone. Then I went missing. Sacrifices were so necessary. Green, now that was so necessary. Great Grades.007 Trips. More Poetry.BNV. HE CAME HOME! More love.DC became home again and I wore her on my chest proudly. Rwanda.Philly brought me joy.Said Goodbyes;Peace MJ. Whispered Hellos; Wassup Joy!Restored her faith.Round 2 meant more stress. Missed friends, in came new ones. she printed my quote on her body. I stained my fingers. Back rubs and hetero-sleepovers. Loved again. Gave second chances and received thirds.He saved my life with Blueprint III.Seasoning please:Salt-N-Pepa!Nana lived to see 80.More Great Grades. God has been God. Everything was Everything. More Goodbyes. Love 2009, Love Affair 2010.

Last Day. New Beginning.

I promised never to write a poem about your because it would take too much energy out of me.

Well I refute that statement and have decided to leave my anger, discontent, and willingness to hate in 2009.

And though you may never read this, just the simple fact that it is floating in this universe completes its purpose.

Before I was born,

I met you.

Through the same heart you use to call your love,

Mama

Has spoken highly of you.

The irony that forms between her lips and mine

form two parts of the universe;

Me

One side has carried me through my lifetime

The other is the one that I am afraid to meet.

At Two,

I asked for you.

Mama told me you were in a battle with life, but still fighting

The hopes of seeing me was the only thing that kept you going.

You sent letters so that I wouldn't miss you as much.

I got use to your words.

At Five,

Still no you

Fewer letters

But my hope was still there.

At Eight,

I had learn how to forget about you,

But still dreaming of the day

When I got off the school bus only to be face to face

With Mama's better half.

At Twelve,

I was angry with you.

The letters stopped and so did the calls.

You had forgotten about me.

And I had no intentions of refreshing your memory.

At Sixteen,

I found myself in a difficult spot.

Wanting to know who that reflection was in the mirror,

I thought it was Mama,

But she carried me to a dead end.

Mistaken Identity;

Said it wasn't her, but you.

Said that, yes I had her gap, eyes, and nose,

But that my demeanor was you all over again.

I didn't know if that made her miss you or not.

I tried to change,

but its hard to alter the universe,

especially the shape of the moon

Before Crescent.

19 and now I understand.

I'm ready to forgive you and the man you thought you were.

No hostility, just reality.

You are the man that help created me and I must accept the fact that

Running was easier for you, like it is for most.

But I promise never to be hateful towards you.

And no matter how many time you slap my hand away,

I will always continue to reach out.

Because Mama has taught me to be the person you aren't.

The giver with an expectation of

Nothing

Nada,

Not even a "hello".
She has loved me enough for this lifetime and beyond.

As for now,

I put our future in your hands.

When your ready to complete my circle.

Just give me a buzz.

The number is still the same.