Their Signature Comedy Routine
As a kid, I got a kick out of Nanny reprimanding Papa whenever he got too mischievous. He'd do or say something out of line and she'd scold him and reel him back in. It wasn't until recently that I discovered that a lot of those times were just an act. Mom pulled back the curtains and revealed that Nanny would find reasons to scold him because she noticed how amused my brother and I would get every time he got in trouble with her. Although it was at his expense, Papa was a good sport about it. I imagine he played along for our sake.
It was like having a free, front row seat to a two-man improv comedy show. Papa would play the funny man, grappling with flimsy excuses to justify his behavior. Nanny would play the straight man or rather, woman, combating him with sound reasoning and ultimately putting him in his place. Together, they worked as a team in order to make my brother and I laugh.
This was just one of the many ways they made us happy.
ALKEBULAN
Boom
Here we go
Swinging in
Like Tarzan
Roaring loud
Like King Kong
See, hear
Now listen here
Young-blood
We've come
In search of
Alkebulan.
What?
You tellin' us
You're not sure
Where is this place?
You ask.
Now listen here, son.
Long live the Sahara sun!
One that's been around...
For many a-men,
'nd women, too.
Alkebulan:
Afrika.
A place of ancient history
One datin' back to B.C.
See, hear
Now listen here
Young-blood
Ya better not forget
The name: Alkebulan!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwaYHsPwb7Y.
28.06.2023.
#ALKEBULAN. (c)
Something like Happiness...
Happy birthday to whomever has a birthday today or one
yet to come later on in the year.
Always be grateful to see another day - some people went to sleep last night but never woke up this day. A year older we grow, as birthday after birthday comes and goes. One season will change into another, and the youthful vibrant hairs over time may turn to grey,
but as my birthday approaches,
I hope to celebrate life and being born, sent to my family and friends. I'll spend time
with them all as we prepare to pray as thanks for life, and I set out on a mission to somehow perfectly cut the cake. All the while basking in their company while we stuff our faces with peanut ice-cream, red velvet cake, and a room filled to the brim with laughter, conversation and joyous cheer.
Hero
They call you their villain, you're convinced you're the hero.
Hero.
You see what they need,
You beg for their love.
You planted the seed,
You sent out the dove.
Villain.
You begged and fell alone,
Now you bring them to their knees.
Finally taking what you're owed.
Won't listen to their pleas.
Hero.
You don't need anything.
You fall to help them up.
Now you're down on your knees
So they'll see you're not corrupt.
Villain.
Can't listen to yourself.
Have to be the better one.
Put your own life on the shelf.
Close your eyes until it's done.
Can't stop. Can't stop. Can't stop.
Now they call you their hero, you're still your own villain.
2nd degree
i tell her im sorry
after the fact
laying there bleeding
flat on her back
her face isnt a face
but instead a painting of fear
i kneel down to her
and wipe her blood like a tear
but where to hide her
in the woods? no
i want to keep her
but no one can know
i didnt mean to kill her
but these things go too far
i just wanted a friend
but things fall apart
so i take her head
and give the rest to the pigs
she'll be preserved
and pretty like this
