apr 26, 2:42 am: spinning my wheels
goot to put the work down and get stuff
off my plate
DO YOU REALLY WANT TO DANCE
so one sunny day in accra I went walking down the beach, call myself dressing down and blending but it was clear that everybody knew I was some kind of alien black person, folk were frolicking in the water though it was dirty brown and at one point I walk past a clutch of rude boys and from the corner of my eye I see them note me and but we surrounded by folk frolicking and nodding shyly at the stranger in their midst, I keep walking, on the way back I see that the rude boys have positioned themselves to engage but I sense its hesitant, all around us couples and families watching them track me with acute disapproval and I sense the rude boys not fully committed, Im an elder these days and I am more vulnerable now but back then I still appeared to be possibly more trouble than I was worth, one by one I look them in the eye, I see you, and I start beaming with all my charismatic power - I am mganga muau, da high hoodoo of memphis, do not fuck with me, I will snatch your soul clean out your body, do not fuck with me
think about it now, before you take your stance, do
you really want to dance with da hoodooman,
april 25, 10:04 am - just crawled out of bed
i dont know what my count is,, imm dazed
from taking punches, this is from yesterdays
grind, pal in ghana, apologies for rawness
i got to get this draft done, next draft i will polish
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