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Las Chicas del Can - El negro no puede (Waka Waka)

BACK TO THE fUTURE

A long long time ago before the Internet controlled our world and planes had never crashed there lived a young vibrant rat in a far away village , on a little Island between Africa, Asia and America.This little rat, named Despise, was the happiest little rat a happy little rat could ever be. For Despise knew no predators in his little village, he knew no hunger nor disease. This little village called Nuclear Weapon was a bit peculiar for everybody in the village was different, there was only one rat,one dog,one cat,one person,one bird and the list goes on.There was only one of each and each was different but one fact made them all the same and that is they were all the same. They ate the same food, slept in the same place, did the same activities everyday, listened to the same music which they made together,knew the same people and felt nothing towards each other but pure happiness. Life was pleasant in Nuclear Weapon, everything happened perfectly everyday that there was no way to differentiate one day from another. Nobody was born and Nobody died.Each little different body just ate, sang and slept and they never had to feel content because they knew nothing else.

One unusual day on Nuclear Weapon there arrived a ship and on it came out a big Rat named White house. It was a little lighter than Despise and a lot bigger. It spoke with a deep voice and when it sang the whole of Nuclear Weapon vibrated in a way it had never done before. The leaves began to fall off the trees as White House walked around looking for a sign of life. He sang to himself a song everybody could hear from the edge of Nuclear Weapon. It was so loud and fierce the hairs rose and their happy little hearts froze. Altogether they decided to look for what ever was making such a disturbance and it didn't take much time for them to spot White House as he was pitching a flag of America.

'Hello my dear friends" White House roared. ' i am so happy to discover this place with plenty of food and lots of happiness'. 'In America we do not have all this, I bet if you came we could be like you and everybody could be happy too."
Nobody responded, they all stood in shock as they listened to this strong Rat who resembled Despise,only he was more fierce and more forceful and in his walk and his speech and he had come with this flag , this different music and change. Blood started to rush through every body's veins faster and as it reached their hearts they felt an excitement they had never known.They began to know things they had never imagined could exist like future and possibility, difference and power. It was all to much to learn or understand that they all just stood there digesting their feelings.

White house walked around placing flags everywhere and singing his song. When he came across food he sat and ate and ate and talked about how he had never eaten such good and nutritious food before. He ate so much he finished half of Nuclear weapons food for the day but no one uttered a word as they just watched and digested their feelings.

Zamina (Waka Waka, time for Africa) Original Version

Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your

Rupenzel's strength and beauty lies in her long fair hair and with it she has the power to lure the prince to her night after night as he is bewildered by her beauty.After her hair is cut by the evil Mother Gothel she is separated with the prince and he soon looses his eyesight after falling into thorns.As a blind man he is able to see beyond Rupunzel's long golden hair and finds her and her beauty in the song she sings. Sad as this may sound this fairy tale applies to one in every....well i'd say to every woman. We face battles and confrontations with our hair that lead us to the extent of singing songs such as "I am not my hair" by India Arie who bravely flaunts her natural Afro on the dangerous battlefield of lace up weaves. The tragedy is even more severe for the black woman who was blessed with kinky,uncombable hair that never grows straight if it grows at all and when it does God bless the comb that survives through combing it. We suffer through the process and have learnt to enjoy the few months we can Rupunzel ourselves in fake hair. 



Why Fake hair?

• So I don't have to comb mine every morning

• So my own hair doesn't break

• So i get the same hair style as Beyonce, Rihanna or what ever odd one i saw a girl on the streets with.

• Because it looks good when it's done well and i feel confident and beautiful

• Because I get bored when I don't change my hair and I love to look different.

Why not

• Because it's fake and deceiving

• It's expensive and time consuming

2-8hrs to get it done (at times you have up to three people doing it for you) at least 15min to fix it every morning 15 min to oil it then tie it at night before you sleep at least 1hour to wash and dry it 2-8hrs to undo it. at least 1hour to wash and dry it and another hour to blow dry it then straighten it price anything from $50 (if you are getting it done at someone's house which would take a longer time and be more uncomfortable) $100 up in a hair salon Taking it off anything from $50 not to mention the hair food, shampoo, conditioner, spray,protein serum, blow drier,straightener and accessories.

• Because people always look great with their natural hair and the prince will only truly loves us after he is been blinded and can finally see who we are.

My WAR

I FORGOT MYSELF IN 2009

A Few days before Christmas
Uppsala
3 more hours to make a decision , do i go? do i stay? if i go i spend new years with two of my friends in Denmark but is it worth it, its only for two days and i could always go for half the price one week from now. If i stay i can pretend its any another normal night and ignore the crowd and fireworks outside my window. I get a premonition, there will be tears and depression if i stay. My mum calls me and shockingly suggests i go to Denmark. I call my friends and tell them I'm coming with them, throw some clothes into a bag, i already knew what i would pack i had just needed a little encouragement and mum called at the right time.



I rush to the train station and buy a ticket, thank God the prices hadn't gone up again. I say good bye to the dark Swedish days that where starting to haunt me, good buy to the mundane routine of waking up at 1pm , walking to the city to look for sales and sleeping at 5am. I say good bye to Sweden and head off to 2010.

there is only one problem ,I'm not the one who made it to the new year ,it was only my body. My spirit has been chasing after me ever since the 29Th of December I've been running too fast and living unpredictably,it seems even my mind can not catch up to my thoughts.

Train of thoughts


Fairy Tales and now it was shipped to China

I finally get the chance to breath. My blood has finally been drained of all its inhibitors and it reaches my brain. I can think clearly and search inside myself to find out if Spirit is still there. I've been way too busy to feel empty, way too busy to feel. I realise no one is there and find a faded post it note written "wait for me". How long has it been there ? why have i never noticed it?

09/12/31

It's come to that time of year again when people start posting new years events up on Face book and posting status updates about how they can't wait to go back home in December. "Watch out everybody here i come, the king of ...... is arriving" like everybody has been anticipating their arrival. With every theme you can think of from Pop Bottles to the white party, Play boy mansion to the million dollar party almost everybody is psyched for these events and they're the talk of the town from as early as October till the 31st of December. Poor University students take up extra jobs and those in the working class dig themselves into a little dark hole of debt in the name of being the King/Queen of the town . Those who hadn't gone anywhere plan the exquisite events and know all the new places that are 'happening' and everybody drives around aimlessly in their cars music playing at full blast and base pumping hard enough to make you think there was an earthquake.

I shouldn't sound bitter but appreciative of the fact that i am not part of this pointless exercise. The problem i have is not knowing what to do on this long awaited day that should be meaningful. i have two extremely different experiences to share.

Embarrassingly i have once or twice been a victim of this 12/31 pandemic i remember back in December 2007 i attempted several times to leave home and go to the happening city, or 'sin city 'as the youth of today would like to call it. My mum and i had agreed before hand that I'd spend Christmas with the family and New years with me friends .With my ticket already bought,on three consecutive mornings from the 28th to the 30th i took my bag out to the car for my mother to drive me to the airport. And on three consecutive mornings she told me i was crazy and that i needed to be prayed for. It didn't make sense to my parents that i should go all the way to another city to go to a party. They couldn't understand the importance of this day. Probably the only day i would get to dress up in evening wear and walk around feeling like a celebrity at the VMAs .

After my third attempt i called my friend and we decided the only way i would be able to come ,with only one day remaining til the grand finale was if we turned to God. So there on the phone we said a powerful 10 min prayer asking God to grant me the opportunity to attend this party. With faith we waited for the results.

Sadly and I'm ashamed to say that night our prayers were answered but in the form of a phone call telling my dad someone had passed away coincidentally in the same city the funeral was in. the 31st i spent my day at a funeral and in the rain and at night at some themed new years party with people putting on the cool act.

Everybody was looking too MTV to talk real talk so the night consisted of walking up and down and observing what who was wearing, how she was dancing, how she's put on so much weight , how he now has a baby now. 12mid night everybody shouted happy new years and that was the end of the night. The next day

Wow that was a great party

what happened

i don't remember i was too drunk

how much did you have to drink

i think two glasses of wine , 2 spins, two shots of tequila and double gin and juice

Did you see Jenny

Yep what was she wearing?

I don't know, but she just came back from England you know

did you see....

So 2008 i decided to do it differently. I wasn't just about to spend my night dancing around in an overcrowded smoke filled bar in Korea. After debating on it for 3months i decided to go to church for new years. If i have ever regretted going to church it was on that day. I first went for Indian with my brother then we headed off to church where we had a a few snacks and talked to some acquaintances. we then went in for a short mass. Here some people came up to testify about how they had in their past spent New years at parties a short sermon was given and at about 1/4 to twelve i began to get hyped up hoping we would start singing to the sound of guitars and the piano playing in the background. But to my surprise, the biggest surprise ever the pastor told us to pray for this then pray for that. At 5 to 12 i could have collapsed when he said we would now pray to our selves and SSSilently go into 2009!!!!!! Never in my life had i heard of silently going into the new year. I've spent new year in church before and we ululate and drums beat, people dance and sing and as soon as the clock strikes 12 you shout out Happy New Year. That's the way things are done, not silently!

So this year is another year.And again i find myself asking what the best way to spend 12/31 doing is. Why is the day so important and and if it is why should we celebrate the end of the year with such meaningless behaviour which only endangers us through car accidents or heart attacks during silent prayers. OK , i will admit it, i am a tinge bit jealous of those who will be home for new years. Not because of the dressing up, and aimlessly driving about while listening to the latest Jay Z album,but there are not too many countries left where you can go to a party empty handed and have free food and drinks. Some places in Spain have even banned happy hour and even then you'd be paying for one drink.

As the year draws to an end i wonder if my fate will be maybe looking out the window and watching people drunkenly falling off their bicycles, i don't know. What I'm sure of though is that i won't be at a themed party walking around and looking cool and and if i happen to be at Church i defiantly won't be saying a silent prayer. I can do that on any other day but at the end of 365 1/4 days ,celebrate all the good times and the difficult days I've seen , I'd like to be doing something unique.