Day 25 - 27: Blog Challenge- Home is where the Heart is...

I've been meaning to do a Blog Challenge coz I'm hella sick of writing about my train-smash of a love-life. And I'm sure my followers (if they're still reading this drivel)are keen to see some variety in the new year. I missed the "Back at School" one which I really wanted to do but as usual procrastination got the best of me... and by the time I knew it, another Blog Challenge email had hit my inbox and I didn't get around to that one either...

The vicious cycle stops today.. in fact I blame my never-ending to-do (of things I never get to do) list on my Joburg mentality.

Yes, on the surface, Jozi comes across as the city of dreams where ambitions become reality... but truth is, this is the one place that is crawling with distractions. From meetings to events to lunch to movies to art galleries to fkin Gold Reef City (does anybody still go there ??!!!)

I'm a Pretoria girl at heart even though I basically spend all day in Jozi at work (and four hours on the highway in traffic).

I remember when we first arrived in Pretoria, I never thought we'd ever get around without getting lost. Especially in the CBD! And now , I'm so fond of Cap City Rap City because not only did I fall in love with hip hop over there, I also grew up there. Memories for dayssss.... especially in my green maid's outfit aka the Pretoria High School for Girls summer uniform. Plus how beautiful is it when Spring has bloomed and the Jacaranda flowers have brightened up the streets... It's so picturesque that you can't help but forget about the mess they make under your shoes...

I'm also in love, absolutely in love with Cape Town, Port Elizabeth, Durban... I just love the South African coastline. It smells different down there..sweeter, kinder, refreshing...

But there's only one city that I dream of visiting all the time despite the terrorist threats...my passion and sheer need to visit New York could possibly just be the result of some clever marketing.. either way I'm sold...

Jay-Z and Alicia Keys have cemented my "Empire State of Mind".

Day 128-130: The Makings of an AMERICAN-African...

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Lately we have had a few enlightening surprises as far as our internship lectures are concerned.
Just last Thursday, we were joined by a learned individual from Poland who spoke like a Frenchman and his name was France... mm.. perhaps he is a secret agent.. those James Bond types...I enjoy meeting new people especially those from other parts of the world. I find that it brings the other side of the world to life. And goodness knows that besides living by the beach and becoming a rock star DJ/Writer, I wanna see the world...So bad... real bad Michael Jackson!
But I digress...

SA music is not defined by drums or whatever. SA music does not have to be deep intense, sad and introspective in order to be that. We can also snap our fingers and do the step... we can do it all by ourselves... lol

During this session, something quite profound occurred to me. Whether I think (South Africa's equivalent of Dem Franchize Boyz)Jozi or any other Akon wannabe is making authentic (South) African music is irrelevant. What rings true is that Jozi is an SA clique and therefore whatever music that they make lies beneath the SA music banner, regardless of my distaste for their obvious steez-bitin'.


We also had a focus group session with soem students from Columbia College. Plenty came into focus during the chill session with the Columbia College students. Five words. The blind leading the blind. My lack of self-identity and self-love stems from being an emotionally scarred African. The irony being that the very African-Americans that I wanna be like are anything but self-assured and self-aware as I make them out to be. So maybe the lesson is that I should look for me within me, not externally.

I've always thought that the same thought process exists with regards to the concept of The One. He or she lies within. And He or She is the Script-Writer. Coz everything comes back to Him.

But the question is... WHO AM I? WHO ARE WE?
We are often told to look to our past to figure who you be but really I refuse to define myself as the product of exploitation, abuse and apartheid. The black sheep of the family that nobody wanted.

So we gots to flip it right...
and embrace the positive side of the above. Yes, that crappy stuff happened but that can't be the only story I tell (Learnt that from this week's Grey's). That can't be the crux.
I am the strength and faith and resolve that managed to overcome the hardships of hectic oppression.
I am the epitome of all that overcomes and all that rises above.
I just need to connect with that wisdom, dig into it and soar!

Yho I should be a poet...

That's enough for today kids...
Tune in next time for another exciting episode of KP Angelou...
I leave you with a few words from one of the greatest lyricists alive/to ever live...

Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk
Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run
Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly
So I'ma spread my wings
YOU CAN MEET ME IN THE SKY!
-Jay-Z

*how apt is this considering that we are smack in the middle of YOUTH MONTH! Quite befitting.

**Sorry I went on forever again. I can't even touch on my show which happened today. I'll start a new blog entry for that. I'll keep it short...promise.. well, I'll try. No harm done I suppose. I guess I was just really moved which is always something to write home about... and boy did I...