Girls I rolled with were fashionable, both in hairstyle and dressing. They strutted like peacocks in heat. Brightly coloured boubous swept the grounds at Sunday afternoon disco halls, and flirtation filled the air with the scent of pubescence and innocence. Boys’ bell-bottom trousers were larger than royal umbrellas. And platform shoes made us walk like stilt-dancers. Life was high.
At school we had annual photography sessions, where each and every student practiced poses for weeks before the photographer’s arrival. And yes photographers were treated like kings; they got all the beautiful ones. They were magicians that froze beauty for eternity, so they were loved freely. Photographers also had some of the coolest nicknames - Sunny De Ricko, Alabama and Afro were the most famous ones around. They had a swagger that couldn’t be duplicated by anybody else.
- Victor Ehikhamenor
EXCUSE ME SIR: Scent of pubescence
via Africa is a Country
igather:
I decided to give myself a treat today so I went and bought a movie. One of the ladies at work carries around an enormous box of them in her back truck but usually I just pre-order- let her know what you want and then she’ll burn it and show you the preview on her mini dvd player so you can make sure it’s what you ordered but today I found out she has a huge collection of african (mostly nollywood) movies.
And now I own the whole Kingdom Apart series all for 19.99!
score.
I’m liking the intertextuality: Yeats’ “the center cannot hold” by way of Achebe.
thelifeinrose:
Moussa Doumbia “Keleya”
this song is all kinds of perfect
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_depth/8195913.stm
The Neo-African-Americans trailer II (via igather via kobi1tv)
I’d like to see this documentary, but the background music sounds like the soundtrack to Sim City.
BANGS Take U To Da Movies (via Bangs8)
I smell the birth of an internet phenomenon. I wish somebody would take me to the movies.