My good friends over at Black Faff decided to have a world cup themed photo shoot and were kind enough to hook up a little behind the scenes video for us to perv over.So have a look and enjoy. Happy Friday!
The first time I heard this poem I was flawed and still am. I am proud to share another Def Poetry Jam piece with you from a great writer. Enjoy.
There is nothing worse than the first week of a break-up.
First week of a break-up is like the first time guys have sex.
Its awkward, and boring and we keep telling each other
we’re doing it right, and its a lie.
First week of a break-up, you’re on my mind more than you ever were.
So I clean, everything in my apartment!
Clean my way into forgetting, but then I find things
that I couldn’t when were together.
Your shirt, your favorite CD. Reasons that I liked you.
Until my room reeks of your influence.
See I keep wanting to invite you over, but,
love can’t live here anymore.
She might bring her children, Jealousy & Neglect.
Those two running around my crib always breaking shit,
and I can’t ever seem to clean up fast enough.
They tend to ruin romantic moments with questions & lies.
And I can see their children when I look into their eyes,
its you and I.
Not sure when we had them, but now they live in the next room.
Always barging in talking ’bout “they having nightmares”, and
“can they sleep with us too”.
Jealousy dreams about deceiving, so thats what we do.
Live out each others nightmares until we’re bed full of problems
and solving is not an option cause solutions are few.
Neglect kicks me in bed talking ’bout, I dont love her like new.
And Jealousy, I know I must’ve told her that but,
but both of them still look so much like you.
And I thought I’d be cool.
But I still see you on corners, and in stores and in windows I’m passing.
And conversations and phrases and menus
And laughing and traffic and song after song that they play back.
I know time to lay back, these inferences are sending me way back.
I can’t take my day back.
Asap, was song unsung the song that yearns to be on my tongue.
Its called apology but I will not drop the key, this is not for me.
This is how its got to be.
They say, it takes twice as long to forget, as it was to get to know.
So now I’m sitting in my room talking ’bout 6 days down, and 6 more years to go.
This is for all the women in the room who think that men dont burn.
That when it comes to heartbreak it is never our turn.
It dont matter who or what is to blame.
Cause in the first week after a break up,
alone, always feels the same.
Denzel Washington and Chloe Grace Moretz star in this action thriller that looks to be quite exciting to watch.
Micheal Keaton, Emma Stone, and Edward Norton star together in this seemingly touching movie about an actor who has fallen from grace and wants to return to his former glory.
This film, based on Lois Lowry’s book, tells the story of a perfect world. Everyone here is happy. When Jonas is 12 years old, he’s chosen to be the community’s Receiver of Memories. He enters into training with an old man called The Giver. From the Giver, Jonas learns about pain, sadness, war, and all the unhappy truths of the “real” world. He quickly realizes that his community is fake. Confronted with this reality, Jonas faces difficult choices about his own life and his future.
There is no greater joy for me than creating something new. People ask me what I do all the time and it’s a bit of a hard question. I write music, I write stories (I have a completed novella), I engineer my music, I own a clothing brand (that has not worked out so well yet), and I conceptualize and direct my own videos. I also have worked in different sales jobs to survive over the years. I like to think I am just a creative being. Above all I am a musician. But this is not about me, its about creatives in general. The soldiers of the imagination, the adults who still have a child like sense of wonder. The problem with being a creative is that sometimes people don’t get what the hell you are trying to do. I like to believe everyone is creative, we just don’t all share the same type of creative thinking. Lawyers need creative strategies to win hard cases, marketers need creative methods of selling and so on. I admire and respect people who challenge themselves to think differently.
The world doesn’t always accept creatives and sometimes shuns them for being what they consider different. Technically they are crazy people who function on a social level. Musicians, writers, directors and even business people are all creatives. Steve Jobs had to be a creative genius to produce a product that stands out in a sea of competition. It’s in all of us when we are kids, and when we grow up real life takes you from dream land and you’re forced to ‘grow up’ right? Who has time to write a dam novella when you have rent to pay and kids to feed? I see everyday people show so much creativity and don’t even know it. It breaks my heart when people over look the creative mind. Granted it’s unpredictable but it’s also exciting.
The hardest thing is maintaining that creativity. The older you get the more things change and some great ideas just become old, so you have to keep inspired and innovating. People who stay resilient for their art must be strong and focused on the greater good. Art unites people and takes them away from the mundane. Art inspires, motivates, tells the truth and feeds the soul. Art is life interpreted by one for the greater masses. A creative mind should be loved, cultivated and encouraged. Not feared and held back. Not everyone likes my work, but every time someone tells me they were touched my poetry or inspired by my music, it’s a high I can’t describe and it makes all the suffering for my art worth it because my ideas touched someone’s life. That is the gift of creativity
Today is a very significant holiday in South Africa, Youth Day. It is the 38th Anniversary of the Soweto student uprisings. On June 16 1976, school kids from Soweto came together for a peaceful march against the Bantu education system which forced Afrikaans and English to be the only mediums of instruction in school.This means kids were not allowed to speak their home languages, and this was viewed as an attempt by the apartheid regime to destroy black languages and instill inferior education.The march was meant to end with a rally at Orlando Stadium but resulted in police intervening along the way and shooting tear gas and ultimately live ammunition at unarmed school children.
As a young black South African I grow to appreciate this day more and more every year. The innocent lives lost by those brave students led to uprisings and rebellion across the country. The unsung heroes of that day are embodied by the powerful image of one Hector Pieterson who’s life less corpse is being carried through the streets by his crying friend Mbuyisa Makhubu. This image serves as a reminder of what we have lost and how far we have come. I am proud to be a black South African and I live to make sure what those students died for meant something. I implore all my fellow black youths to embrace this day and remember our lost heroes by being heroes themselves and reaching greatness against all odds. Salute.