Category Archives: africa

Nothing left

Man was aiming at a target 20% off
Time was ticking like a racket taking my aim off
My bow drawing Frank quietly
Till there’s nothing left for free

Time waits for no man
But I saw him picking up my honey
Signs make no noise fam
I guess an exception there is honkey

Sameness was the strangest of all
They’re all different but the sameness was tall
They’re alike like a double tap on instagram
Same inside and their hearts ain’t even red like ham

Since I’ve been sinking on the stable  grounds
U can figure out
Since I’ve been thinking about the stable maths
You can’t figure out

My tongue Sharp like a tiger
Man’s killer words are like fire
Man’s poisonous call me viper
Man’s dangerous my main’s Delilah

I speak the truth to power
Man’s weak don’t watch power
They added 50 cent to my bill
Man won’t watch power still

Been killing it on radio man can’t handle my river flow
She said my cup runneth over they should change my name to overflow
Been cutting up the pieces man can’t taste reeses pieces
ET can’t call home and man can’t walk home with no issues

Could have tied me to Russia at least give me visa
Man’s still from Africa where you pay extra for visa
Time is ticking am I Russian can’t stay in here no more
Fine pickings without Russia there’s Australia and New York

Man drop fire when I feel like it reason why they don’t know
Paper catch fire put my own to it even Theresa don’t know
Same dad lines led to lame sad fines when the drug war started
Bane of lies driving Lord’s of flies like piggy just farted


Hail falls as it does in weird Africa
I hear a few tribes men call me
Their clicking tongue says see
That star looks like America

I’d left the city for the real experience
Like accents were not my lot
I notice in the people a real resilience
The kind that stops you getting shot

They were not progressive because they had no hope
Politics was about access roads
They were not liberal because they had no scope
For protecting from poisonous toads

The spears were not innocent one says
Don’t blame the imperialists
We can’t predict by eliminating the past ways
Because of them we have artists

I sleep looking up because the ancestors look down
I have learned nothing
I can’t save them I said as a young one’s look turned a frown
I hope you all can make something

Dance, little one Dance.

I heard of this dark continent in which early humans thrived

I told tales of the cities within which now seem contrived

Of forest floors and elephant grass that could hide your fears

Desert dunes filled with blood and tears


My time in the tropics left me all but done with rain

I had seen the world but from the side of a mountain

My head was hard to balance on the pedestal they’d given me

Walking straight on the narrow path was not done easily



Forests were amazingly flowing and shimmering in night

Resources in-house found would definitely cause no fight

Mines and ‘explorers’ popped up like meerkat Nants ingonyama

Safe to say they left before finding the reserves of cassava


Somethings are more apparent  when things are left unspoken

Light drizzles and corrugated iron sheet relationships remain unbroken

Ne’er a wise man was seen doing stupid things

Here was a nice man doing evil things

Taming the lone wolf

Next year I will become incorporated for the first time in my life. I’m studying to be a very specific kind of person and although everything about me in the last few years would not like it to be so, I will need to get a job in my field. Now, this may not be the hardest thing to do as I am trying to be a capable person and hopefully will be when the roll is called up yonder but I am not at this moment. Apart from whether or not educational competency translates to occupational competence I would like to know what happens when and individual like myself becomes a member of a body. The lone wolf in this case is one who does not attribute his hunting ability to his pack positioning but rather to his own skill and cunning. If like humans lone wolves have to socialise and domesticate after being the only member of their group what would happen to them? I don’t know nor will I find out until it happens but the real question for myself is whether or not being alone is my biggest virtue such that if I lost that virtue I would be just another lifeless machine pushing a rock up an incline. I have been in packs in the past and while the most recent one was fruitful it was probably more due to the constant association and refining of ideas than in the group itself. I was a pack member in high school and I think my lack of discernible interests or characteristics made for my lack of importance in the group structure. I was at best the jester and at worst the bitter fat dude that was strung along. I usually maintained my own little followings to make sure I felt purpose by helping people I thought sorrier than myself but who were in fact just interesting people who had had no platform. In between maintaining these two roles I was also the kid that was bullied by slimmer but more worn class mates who were jokes in the eyes of others but threats in mine. I would have to pay the equivalent of £5 to them everyday which was half my lunch so that I didn’t go home with a bruised eye. Also I had a teacher who hated me because mother through myself rejected a prefect position. My English teacher hated my brother and projected that on to me.
To summarise the group helped me feel useless and mentoring was slightly satisfying but all my school problems and personal problems went unsolved by the group. I fear what next year will bring and what I will become. If I become rich may be it wouldn’t be so bad.

After all if all I’m good at is being alone maybe I’m not good at anything.

Who are you angry at?

I heard you were angry at black folk for not thinking you were black enough
For looking at you and thinking you never had it tough
Never seen the suffering in life, never been on the streets
Never had to beg for food or fire to cook with and eat
I heard that you are angry at the white man for not caring about your culture
For thinking your traditions are the past and everything west is the future
For trying to change you, change your voice, change your accent
For trying to make you something that can live in the world in the current
I heard that you’re angry at the philosopher because his words don’t change anything
His darkness is light and grey is all around us means next to nothing
His cold eyes lingering as you whisper through all your feelings
Never batting an eye until you talked of your political leanings
I heard you were angry at the government
For having no effect like a blunt instrument
For leaving many poor and others dead
Filling the young with hope while resting the old’s head

Hollywood Stereotypes

On a serious note today, the focus will be on stereotypes in movies and the insistence on fear mongering in the industry of film

It is clear to many by now that studios in Hollywood care little to nothing about authenticity and representing other races in a proper well rounded light. While my focus will be on African stereotypes, I will at this point make It clear that I am not saying that one race deserves to be treated differently from another. Rather I am trying to identify a bigger problem in terms of representation of “ethnic” characters in movies.

I will begin with TV shows and then work my way up to movies. What comes to mind when you think of Africa? Well, Africa is ……… *you search your mind for any other cues but there are none* (and you can’t do a Google search). Let me begin by referring to the events of the American Dad episode “camp refoogee” with the following synopsis on IMDb. “Stan and Steve try to turn an African refugee camp into a fun summer camp, but get attacked by a group of rebels. Back at home, Roger and Francine pose as a college professor and his wife”. I know I know, its all harmless you know, they went to Africa and saved people in a refugee camp and its all good. But no, it is not good, not at all. In the episode, Stan tries to bond with Steve after again messing up his plans to have a life. He does this by taking a CIA plane to the middle of a “deserty” place (referred to as Africa in the series) and lands in the midst of a civil war/refugee crisis. Stan sets up camp refoogee and creates a fun camp for the refugees and does stuff that Americans(at least in most movies I’ve seen) do when they go camping. You know, bonfire, s’mores, ghost stories, build tents and stuff like that. There is an awkward interaction between Stan and a warlord which results in a van wilder-esque challenge to decide which camp is better. Stan, seemingly oblivious to the actual humanitarian crisis he is in the middle of , loses the challenge and also the camp. There is also a side plot with Steve meeting an African girl who gives him a totem for protection and later leaves with the warlord. Hayley spends time in the UN aid centre where things look a bit more extravagant compared to the people that they were assigned to give aid to.They eventually leave on the CIA plane by which they came to Africa.

That summary made a lot of sense and its all good, right? It isn’t. The first thing that annoyed me about the depiction of Africa in this episode was the sheer non-sensibility regarding the terrain. There are airports in all of African countries as we also travel by air around our countries, continent and around the world. Why was there no airport in the whole episode? No indication of border control or any sort of security? The second thing that annoyed me was the whole sub plot with the totems, it was very disappointing really as any research would show that people who still do all the totems and magic stuff are as hard to find as people who believe in ghosts. Third thing was the accents, I have observed that the dialect coaches for regional accents in Africa must make a lot of money for doing absolute crap. I never heard such accents until I came to London. Even at that, I’ve only heard two people talk that way in my entire life. It is the same accent that I’ve heard on every TV show with an African. Just baritone nothingness with broken English and a general brutishness about them. Finally, I was also annoyed by seeing yet another warlord/rebel in fictional Africa. I am yet to see any such thing in my actual life and I am really disappointed by the lack of research or regard for authenticity when it comes to telling stories set in Africa.

This is just one example of the representation of Africa in Hollywood.

I hope to return to write an article about the situation in films.