New Look

So, it seems co-incidentally, my sister Laura was also thinking of changing the look of her blog. Wow, Great Minds or what? (Not!) anyway, I went for my usual- Soul Brown. As Jimmy Early would say, there's more Soul in the blog now. You can't kill Soul.

You are She

Here's my new poem, just written coz I didn't want to do work

You are the manifestation of beauty
I try to acknowledge
But I simply am not worthy
I'll damage your innocent cocoon
I'm worldly
You are the modern equivalent of ancient Aphrodite
I try to talk to you
But I simply cannot
You are a Godess, I, I am but a Man
You are perfection
You are not my perfect woman
For by me being imperfect, I cannot concieve perfection
But you:
Flawless
situated above others
Floorless
No tongue spoken by any man can come
halfway close to describing the effect your face has on those-
on those who view it,
Your presence nullifies despair
You have no name
No, wait
Your name is 'She'
She is You
You are She
She is Bathsheba
and I am David, transfixed by your celestial beauty
She is the Queen of Sheba
and I am Solomon, your satisfaction is my duty
at your feet I prostrate
Oh!
Venus Incarnate
You are She
She is you
Who is She?

Jennifer Love Hewitt on Tyra

She is so innocent

Jennifer Love Hewitt interview about bad
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Lol

Okay, Ignore the last post. I've found it. Yay, now I can go to bed

Dreamgirls

So I've been watching Dreamgirls a lot lately. Listening closely to the songs and looking at JHud, anyway. So yeah, amazing film. I also fell in love with "When I first saw you", the song Jamie Foxx' character sings to Beyonce, when she comes to complain about not being able to play Cleopatra. I love that song. But the problem is that version cannot be found on audio. Coz the audio version is a duet with Foxx and Knowles. lol I first downloaded the audio from the Original Dreamgirls, hahaah I was like wtf, man the Dude's voice was DEEEP, I was like Wait, Hold on, what's this Shit! lol. So yeah, I cant find the song, so I'm sad.

And they say Ashanti can't sing

Ashanti - Colors Of The Wind
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The Aviator

My new self-appointed nickname is R.I.(Random Individual) because somehow it's always me (with or without beard) that gets picked for just a lil' bit more extra questioning. The funny thing was that in Newcastle airport, it was the same guy that asked my questions in December- get a life homie! lol
Anyway, so took the train to Utrecht, nice, had a comfy seat, landed at Utrecht then all the problems began, got me patrolling the length of the train looking for a suitable place, eventually the horns started to sound indicating that the train finna' leave. So my Nigerian overtook me and I jumped in like 'What!' stood there and got to Schiphol.
Okay, then phase 2. I was worried that my bag was over 18kg, and if it was I'd have to pay, and I know Murphy's Law- "When a brother gets dough, that's when he gotta pay for some shit he dont wanna pay 4", so at the check-in place I was hoping they had a black woman. I scanned for Negroes but there was none, I saw this Tina Knowles/Chaka Khan lookin mullato chick, she was the next best option! So I got there popped my bag on the scale and thought to myself, If that thing exceeds 18kg, I'll.......seriously I would have offloaded some shit, lol As I popped it on the scale, voila, 16, 17, 17.1 and it stopped at 17.4! I was like thank you God!
Then proceeding to the gate I turned into R.I., this woman Immigration officer talking like I'm some kinda fucking kid! "Let me see your residence card" she said harshly I thought to myself, what! you think I'm illegal Bitch!, brought out my card- yeah read that woman "Geprivilegieerden", that's right "Ge motha fuckin' privilegieerden", that's Privileged mofuka, for those that dont know. She looked at me, and said- you speak Dutch? I looked at bitch and said- NO! I swear as I walked off she eyeballed me! Imagine that!
Anyway, for the first time the planes were on time. I had pre-booked my seat to have a window seat with extra leg space, but to my horror, came to my seat and these East-Europeans were there, - I'm too nice I think, but they looked like they aint used to flying, and anyone that steals someone elses window seat, is pretty darn desperate to look out the window, so I sat at an aisle seat, and slept all the flight.
Landed at Newcastle, and I was R.I. again.
Anyway, some woman came to me and somehow persuaded me to donate to the Pulmonary Hypertension Association, 4.94 a month. I'm an idiot, I'll pray for the victims but I need DVD, so next week I'm off to the bank to cancel those donations. I cant even imagine I was too nice to walk off and say next time, I said so, but I fell into her trap.
Anyway I'm back home, thank God there's no Hollywood to suck my funds- hmmmmm Wild Hogs.

P.S. 70 Euros is 40 pounds- aint that a mofukin bitch! lol, theres pros and cons. Had I bought shit in Holland my bag would defo be over 18 and I'll be in shit.
So bless Holy Mary.

Now time for the Boondocks

Lazy me

So, I'm here at home in Arnhem, Holland. I arrived on the 1st of April, but it's taken me almost two weeks to write a new blog. This could be because I was having too much fun to stop and write a blog, or my life was too boring that there was nothing to write about. Well, let's say it's a mixture of both. My Aunt, Uncle and they kids were around, it was nice seeing cousins again, Lil' Bina is so Cute!
I went to the old school again to see old faces and a couple of new ones smiling at me wondering who the hell this bearded African is. In my mind I'm like, "If you were at this school last year, you would Bow at my feet and sing my praises" look at them- them Birthes and Lines and Bayans and Bananas and whatever, even Lottie recognize. Anyway, that's just my Ego speaking.
I am kinda bored at times, and I tell Laura stories about 300 (new fav movie) and she pretends to listen, but she doesn't know that I know that she isn't listening- I know- I know everything. Laura- she is so damn SELFISH, telling me she listens to songs I give her- LIE. she deletes them as soon as they come. Then forcing me to listen to the "Un-combed Poet" Shihan, she better buy that nigga a comb or some clippers dammit, talking bout Moses is black, nigga, whatever Moses was, he sure didn't have fucked up hair.
Anyway, I'm finnin eat something right now, and play Red Faction or something. Till next time. PEACE


P.S- what kinda name is Shihan?.................No, For real