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Sha-Clack-Clack

If I could find the spot where truth echoes
I would stand there and whisper memories of my children's future
I would let their future dwell in my past
so that I might live a brighter now
Now is the essence of my domain and it contains
all that was and will be
And I am as I was and will be because I am and always will be
that nigga
I am that nigga
I am that nigga
I am that timeless nigga that swings on pendelums like vines
through mines of boobytrapped minds that are enslaved by time
I am the life that supersedes lifetimes, I am
It was me with serpentine hair and a timeless stare
that with immortal glare turned mortal fear into stone time capsules
They still exist as the walking dead, as I do
The original sulphurhead, symbol of life and matriarchy
severed head Medusa, I am
I am that nigga
I am that nigga!
I am that nigga!!
I am a negro! Yes negro, negro from _necro_ meaning death
I overcame it so they named me after it
And I be spitting at death from behind
and putting "Kick Me" signs on it's back
because I am not the son of Sha-Clack-Clack
I am before that, I am before
I am before before
Before death is eternity, after death is eternity
There is no death there's only eternity
And I be riding on the wings of eternity
like HYAH! HYAH! HYAH! Sha-Clack-Clack
but my flight doesn't go undisturbed
Because time makes dreams defer
And all of my time fears are turning my days into daymares
And I live daymares reliving nightmares
of what taunted my past
Sha-Clack-Clack, time is beatin my ass
And I be havin dreams of chocolate covered watermelons
Filled with fried chickens like pinatas
With little pickaninny sons and daughters
standing up under them with big sticks and aluminum foil
Hittin em, tryin to catch pieces of fallin fried chicken wings
And Aunt Jemima and Uncle Ben are standing in the corners
with rifles pointed at the heads of the little children
"Don't shoot the children," I shout, "don't shoot the children!"
but they say it's too late
They've already been infected by time
But that shit is before my time
I need more time
I need more time
But it's too late
They start shooting at children and killing them!
One by one, two by two, three by three, four by four
Five by five, six by six, but
my spirit is growing seven by seven
Faster than the speed of light
Cause light only penetrates the darkness that's already there
and I'm already there
I'm here at the end of the road
which is the beginning of the road beyond time, but
where my niggaz at? (Oh shit!)

Oh shit, don't tell me my niggaz got lost in time
My niggaz are dying before their time
My niggaz are serving unjust time
My niggaz are dying because of... time

- Ray, Slam

StreetStalking

I have a long way to go. In two weeks, I embark on a roller-coaster mission and I'm utterly excited! I cannot begin to express how hopeful I'm feeling about my future and the way I have managed to shape my life.

I have really managed to focus and despite all my setbacks, I have managed to achieve the goals I have set out for myself and I'm really proud of my achievements. I know that I'm nowhere reaching where I need to be but everything happens in its own time and for now, I'm completely fulfilled and happy with how far I have come.

I'm proud of me :)

Nike: Year of the Rabbit

It's been ages since I blogged about kicks - in fact, I decided a while back that I wouldn't talk about kicks on my blog (I was trying to wean myself off). This time though, I couldn't help it (because I'm so China right now). Nike recently released Chinese Celebration packs called Year of the Rabbit (just in time for Chinese New Year, which falls in February) - which are available in AF1 and the Classic Tennis. The AF1, which I will always remember Emkay saying are just like heels because of their chunky sole, come in a red, white and blue white, varsity royal and crimson upper and a cute little furry swoosh. The Classic Tennis come in two colourways for men and women - metallic gold for men's (representing wealth) and red (representing prayer for good luck, according to High Snobiety)

Above: Nike Year of the Rabbit Air Force 1

This is Nike's 10th drop themed around the Chinese Lunar Years. If you know me, you know that I'm very China obsessed right now so I was excited about this release. The kicks will be sold exclusively in China at the following stores: Nike Beijing Store, Nike Sanlitun Store, Nike Beijing Oriental Plaza Store, Beijing Deal, Nike Shanghai Store, Shanghai Juice and Shanghai NPC.

Above: Nike Year of the Rabbit Classic Tennis

The Year of the Rabbit

Apparently this is the year that we should listen to our intuition more. Also, good taste and refinement will shine on everything and people will acknowledge that persuasion is better than force. A congenial time in which diplomacy, international relations and politics will be given a front seat again. We will act with discretion and make reasonable concessions without too much difficulty. (source)

Sounds like the kind of year that I need right now!

Also check HypeBeast and High Snobiety for more pics that I didn't lift from them.

Natural Born Killers

"Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, "Why have you done this to me?" And the snake answered, "Look, bitch, you knew I was a snake."

Positively one of my favourite movies of all time. There are many, but this is definitely one of my favourite. I mean, the microscope on the role of the media in making people that shouldn't be heroes, heroes through their sensationalism is something I talk about all the time. It's also the reason that I decided against my media studies degree; I really ended up not wanting to be a journalist. I don't think it sucks that much, so don't feel bad for me. You probably weren't right? haha

Anyway, Mickey and Mallory are such misguided souls. I love when Dr. Reingold says that Mickey & Mallory know the difference between right and wrong, but they just don't give a fuck. Well, the Doctor said they don't give a damn. Not fuck. But, most people do know the difference, it's just the choice they make. Those that aren't sure of the difference are psychopaths, and not everyone is a psychopath, although I've met a few sociopaths in my life. Like Mickey and Mallory, they know the difference too, they just don't care.

I think I might make Saturday movie arvie...

This Is My Life

Nights Of RaMdomness!

So I had a standing arrangement with Vie to attend Noodlebox Cinema at The Bioscope...we were both excited for it - I mean, noodles and an old school romance - who's really gonna say no? Luckily, Zaki also happened to be in town so Vie recruited her too. Yay. We were good to go! Except that Vie and I were late. By the time we arrived, Zaki was inside the cinema with her box of noodles watching a 1960's Chinese romance. The douche in charge wouldn't let us in because it was too ful- and he refused to allow us to sit on the floor (as if that would somehow fuck up the other guests' experience). "That's not what we're trying to do here", is what he kept on saying. What a square.
Anyway, so this other dude basically just invited us into the private party that was happening next door at Malva- which by the way, is a delightful venue filled with clothes and some nice decor - both of which I think are for sale. Not sure about the clothes- didn't get a chance to look around. Anyway, so it was an open bar and they had some really nice finger food. Now, usually I don't do this, but I went IN on the finger foods cos I didn't have dinner (remember, I was meant to have noodles at the cinema). That food was the goodness! And silly me, I forgot to find out who catered. At this point, I still didn't know what the event was about. AND THEN Nonku put me on the spot on camera, asking what I was doing there. I'm usually great at avoiding cameras (used to being the one WITH the camera), but she ambushed me She didn't seem impressed with my honest answer (I thought the sheer randomness that brought me to the party was cool). Turns out it was the album launch for a Gallo artist called Liz Ogumbo. Sigh. She was bad. No. TERRIBLE. Besides singing about big asses in blue jeans, she had these weird dancers that sashayed onto the stage mid-performance doing this hip gyration move. Her songs weren't all that. Judging by the nice launch they gave her, amsho Gallo feels they have their entry into the "emerging urban African market". This shit grated me intensely. She's a model, business person and artist. Ja. O montle. O motelle. O mosesane. So she gets the deal and attention. The white guys were loving her. Of course. Anyway, good for her, I hope she rides it til the wheels fall off, but I wish other talent got that kind of record label love. Real talent.

Anyway, the best part of the evening was when circumstance led us to Radium Beer Hall. Shit like this reminds me that Joburg is a great city, and you just have to choose which side of the real cool you wanna be on. These two ancient men were playing some good ass blues music - and the obese white guy entertaining the skinny coloured girl kept on saying it's Boeremusiek and we were like ummm no, it's black people music...anywho, that war might rage on for a long ass time to come. The one dude was strumming the shit out of a tin-like guitar - and Vie pointed out that they look like grown up Wayne and Garth. We giggled like hell when we realised one of the dudes' names was actually Wayne! Except older Garth's hair was completely thinning our, leaving his little fringe really little. What an awesome night.

Oh, we also bumped into Wandi and Scottness there - who tried to get us to come out, but we were STRONG and didn't succumb to any kind of FOMO.

I'm Sorry Charlie Murphy, I Was Having Too Much Fun

If you know me, you know that I love Amy, despite the issues I usually have with crackish people. But I just love love love Amy man. So anyway, whenever I listen to Valerie - which was a collabo with Mark Ronson (who I also respect), I have a little giggle when she says "I'm sorry Charlie Murphy, I was having too much fun". Now, I was never sure if in fact she was talking about the Charlie Murphy, or if there was actually a "Charlie Murphy" present when she was recording. You know, like someone in personel or something. So anyway, it turns out she was referencing Rick James in a skit on Chappelle's Show.

I know, it's a total music/pop culture geek moment, but this is me. LOL!

This Is Funny

Lifted from my husband - The Bullshit Artist's blog.

Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life

So, I've been quite the wet rag this week. Very mopey and generally just being snappy and somewhat harsh-but to people that deserved it. At some point, my crappy mood was fucking with everything around me- I wasn't getting things right at work (work was a big part of the reason that I was in such a kak mood), and I was arguing with my mom and had less patience than usual for my brother (who has a knack for pressing the wrong buttons without fail). So anyway, one day,I burst out crying and the smallest gesture made me get it together. My 16 month-old niece walked over to give me a hug and stroked my face so lovingly.

It was the most genuine thing anyone has done for me this week (and no doubt the best part of my week). After that, I couldn't mope around any longer. I got it together, did my school work and focused on things that are in my control. I also learnt a lesson that I always think I know in theory but when it comes to practice...lol! Anyway, the lesson was a) Tumi, you can't be in control of everything b) not everyone sees things the way I see them, and I can't force that onto people c) Although I am so desperate to effect change, I can't do it on my own (this has a lot to do with my work situation, and the reason for this week's depression). Anyway, now I've decided to deal with the things that are in my power, and to make sure that those are 100% and just surrender the rest to the universe. It's worked for two days. I'm excited to see what the next few weeks have in store for yours truly.

Anyway, this song made me laugh a lot this week, and I had a great time watching Life With Brian with my niece Humi on Tuesday. I was shocked that she even knew Monty Python but really happy that I had someone to share my laughs and giggles with.

Throwbacks: Goodie Mob

So this morning, I was listening to Still Tippin and mk called me out for listening to trap music so early in the morning. I realised that in fact, lately, I've been listening to a lot of that kind of music, and I've been digging that ol' dirrrty dirrrrty. What I've been bumping a lot of on my ipod though, is a certain is an often forgotten classic album from Goodie Mob, Still Standing. I know I say this all the time, but if you aren't familiar, you might have to kill yourself already.

These guys ARE dirty south. I will always love this album, and of course, how could I not love Soul Food. This is Cee-lo's beginning, and I will always love dude because he's really managed to evolve in his music, without losing credibility, respect and fans (and when he realised that he was a grown man, he replaced his full mouth grill with super white veneers). In fact, he's done what few hip hop artists are ever able to do- transcend boundaries as an artist. The other person I really dig for that is RZA, but that's another blog post all together. Don't me wrong, I'm not singling out Cee-lo because Khujo is one of the most underrated rhymists for me, and Big Gipp and T-Mo have had their own collabo's with artists too.

You might have heard the song below, maybe in the club, or heard a really cool person humming it, or a tryina be cool cornball sayin "dey don dance no mo, all they do is THIS"...Aaaaanyway, here's a video of They Don't Dance No More. I still have my Still Standing album in MINT CONDITION. That's something coming from me, because I haven't respected physical music in about 10 years (yeah, I've been downloading music since diap-up days, you ignorant grasshopper).

Ginger Madness: Quick Stir Fry Recipe

As if the mint & ginger infused green tea wasn't enough to satisfy my craving for ginger, I had to take it a step further. This week, I was wandering around the food isles at Woolies trying to figure out what I would make for my lunch. As usual, I wandered aimlessly for about 20 minutes before realising what my body craved. See, I have to walk around and let my eyes take it all in and communicate with the belly to see if the little man inside jumps up for joy or curls up writhing in feigned pain.

So anyway, after scanning the near empty salad shelves (it was evening-time, and they only had those pasta salads - grossums), my eyes settled on the stir-fry veggie mix. He was jumping for joy- this had to be the meal! Then I had to make the decision- to noodle or not to noodle...I know it sounds crazy but a stir-fry is perfectly good without rice or noodles. Right. Settled on no noodles, no rice. What follows is the recipe I've had for the last two days. It's deelish. Please try it. I don't really do the thing of measuring quantities when cooking, so bear with me please.

Ingredients

Stir-Fry Mix from Woolies/Spar/P&P - or you can make your own using

julliened carrots
florets of broccoli
chopped onion
cabbage (red,white or chinese)
spinach
chinese/regular mushrooms
julliened baby marrows
chopped coriander (not a lot-so it take your taste buds' attention from the ginger-chillies taste)

and whatever else you fancy in your stir-fry

cloves garlic
ginger root
soy sauce/fish sauce
Whole chillies
olive oil/grapeseed oil

Method

Pour a tablespoon of chosen oil into pan. Heat.
Using a pestle and motar, crush chillies, ginger and garlic, then throw it into the pan for frying.
When flavours release, throw the veggies in and mix it all up
Keep turning the veggies over to ensure heat distribution and to make sure all veggies are cooking.
If you like to add salt to everything, this is the part where you add some salt.
Pour some soy or fish sauce and simmer- BUT DON'T LET THE VEGGIES DIE.

Serve with whatever tickles your fancy.

It's very quick to make but it tastes soooooo good!

P.S Sorry for the kak pic, I ate the food faster than I could blog about it. LOL

Artists I Like: Marc Baptiste

I've been meaning to blog about Marc Baptiste for years now, and I still haven't. Marc is one of my faourite photographers, and when you see some of his work, I'm sure you'll understand why. Haitian by birth, this man's work is often emotive- but then again, what's the point of a photograph if it's not emotive?

Anyway, so Marc has shot for a gazillion magazines including Cosmopolitan, Vanity Fair, Harper's Bazaar, Trace and (my favourite magazine) Clam.He's shot more celebrities than I want to fit into this post and has also worked with various clients including Nike and Reebok.

Marc's work caught my eye around '07 when I was paging through a Clam magazine - and then even more a few months later when I heard about his book Beautiful. The book challenges the same old boring stereotypes of nudity of black women in the media: draped semi-naked across cars, grinding against a man, fighting with another woman over a man who probably doesn't care about them (Flavor of Love, For The Love Of Ray Jay) and all the other depictions of black women in magazines like King, XXL, The Source as well music videos.

In his book Beautiful, he's photographed some of the most beautiful women in different phases in their lives. Some of the models are very well known, while others might not be immediately recognisable.

You can see more of his images and profile on his website and his blog.

Tea Infusions: Mint Green Tea

So I really love drinking tea. My main kind is ceylon tea, but I generally venture into other kinds depending on my mood. I love teas from everywhere, and I especially love adding masala to  , I've decided to lay off the regular ceylon tea though, because drinking it means I end up consuming a lot of sugar. So in my effort to be healthy, I haven't had ceylon tea in 10 days. At all. Instead, I've been making tea infusions and the one below is by far my favourite. It has such a fresh taste and everything inside it works towards helping my body function.

Mint Green Tea

Ingredients

Green Tea
A few sprigs of mint (according to taste)
Ginger slices or chunks (according to taste)
A pinch of aniseed

Stick em all in a teapot, tea infuser or a cup, pour some boiling water and allow to stand for a few minutes so as to bring the flavours out, and then enjoy. If you prefer a more lasting taste, put the ingredients in a flask and allow to stand for about two hours before drinking.

I enjoy the taste of mint in tea- it's fresh and lasting- and I love that mint is good for my dodgy digestive system. Ginger is great for the immune system, so I know the flu isn't touching me again this winter. Aniseed is also a digestive aid, and has a great licoricey taste.

I'm still deciding whether I should substitute the mint for cinnamon sticks, but we'll see in time.

Bad Ass Females: Nicole Lyons

If you know me, then you definately know that I love to have bad ass women around me. If not around me, I at least love to know of them. Imagine my giggles when I discovered one Nicole Lyons- the first black woman to race and compete in the National Hot Rod Association (NHRA), the drag racing authority States-side. She's so into her cars, that she's built some award winning engines (She once won an award for building an 1100 hp 565 naturally aspirated engine. I'm not sure what that is but I think it's good) AND she owns a muscle car restoration shop called "Cole Muscle Cars". If I was a dude, this is the type of girl I would be gunning for; fearless, stunning, ambitious and feminine.