A beautiful and imaginative new video from Salif Keita’s new album, entitled TaleRead more "Salif Keita, “A Demain”"
Com-posh-ionate. That’s how my youngest brother describes me. He’s not lying. I’m into philanthropy and community service and human rights and that whole thing, but I have always had an instinctive taste for fine, expensive things. I have a champagne appetite on a moscato d’asti budget. I know how to suffer, and I know that […]Read more "On Being Com-posh-ionate, and other 1st world problems"
Originally posted on 4th World Initiative:
Welcome, Spring, and Greetings from Dakar! Two months in Dakar, Senegal have taught us quite a bit. Senegal’s Gender Parity Act was enacted two years ago, and while the legislation–guaranteeing 50/50 representation of women and men on ballots and in Parliament–is revolutionary, Senegalese culture remains conservative and largely wary…
In short retrospect, I should have known better. Of course there was another shoe to drop. Another loved one to bury. Another huge, sad expense I can’t afford. Another season, the second spring in a row when everything that can goes desperately, horribly, life-alteringly wrong. Of course. It began with the unwanted mouse who somehow […]Read more "Season of Sadness"
Those closest to me know me to be a bit of a seer. That is, I dream things and hear things that later come to pass. It’s not something I talk about. After all, that’s crazy, right? Especially since I’m an intellectual, a super rational lawyer and what not. The fact that I’m religious frustrates […]Read more "Gifts"
“Nombreux n’ont pas de l’eau.
Ils manquent tellement des choses.
Ils te dironts ‘l’Afrique, c’est dangereux’,
mais tout ca, c’est des mots.” ~Maitre Gims
Today I was homesick for the first time since I’ve been in Dakar. I tried to comfort myself by listening to John Mayer, Jennifer Paige and Les Nubians, all which remind me of warm spring and summer days in various spots north of 59th street in Manhattan.
But then there was this, this song I stumbled upon when I was searching for just a little angry French rap. It reminded me of zouk and dancehall and reggaeton and zouglou and all of the music that runs hereditarily through my veins. It also reminded me of 116th Street and Frederick Douglas, and Eastern Parkway on Labor Day, and some of my favorite memories in Chicago, of the Camerounian restaurant that one time in Paris, dusty, windy West African streets, hustle, hospitality, and hope. And just like that, I managed to remember that I’m currently located in the best place on earth.
(It must also be said that I would not mind taking Black Mesrimes–the cute one wearing the “Guinee” teeshirt –as a second husband. There, I said it.)Read more "Sexion D’Assaut, “Africain”"
Originally posted on The Belle Jar:
I don’t have to tell you that Steubenville is all over the news. I don’t have to tell you that it’s a fucking joke that Trent Mays and Ma’lik Richmond, the two teenagers convicted of raping a sixteen year old girl, were only sentenced to a combined three years…