such is life

when strange things start to happen..
its a sign to make u stronger..
when people start to talk...
its a sign to make u wiser.

My HERO!

I am FREE! This is great. I am in a phase of re-invention, where i am taking all the faith talks i have been speaking over the years and refocusing on them. I also just gave up lies, as i told quite a lot. Thank God i have a very forgiving partner who supports me and believes in me. Papi Flo'o is my ultimate HERO!

Understanding yourself is knowing the effect you have on the people around you. I am blessed to have PF @ my side, because i must say, he is the most effective team mate any player can ask for. With him by my side, i will definitely become the GREATEST! He is the best hero on this global front now. He is my HERO! The one i dream of becoming like.

chekeleke gimme ma dough! {H's got a plot}

in my rhymes i would say, "even if e take 4donkeyyears you know i no send!" but the way i go about things sometimes, portrays otherwise. sometimes, it seems as if i am loosing my mind, i give too much and dear anything to develop myself in my craft. i even pay due when necessary. but to get the final shine...doesn't come easy. but why not? i can not live the normal everyday life of working in the office or factory to get paid, iv been there though! i am an artiste with my own unique craft. i have proved myself before whites and blacks, but still i have to do all myself... i have to do that something exceptional, i know how to do it, its simple like a.b.c, 1.2.3, do. re. me....n...on....n....on....but the means still eludes, but not for long, H's got a plot...log on for long, and you might get the details of the plot...if not u'll "see"....for its either i get it or i'll get it!!

life is nothing withouth passion.

life responsibility, require {that is, if already not} that we start being responsible for our own life challenges and fears. some people are scared, to do great new things, they'll rather stay in dem managerial situation, than explore new and most times risky options. they say say its the fear of the unknown, i wouldn't say i don't know what it is, i do. but i never indulge in its oppressive deli ma...i move, i flow with my tide, i go with my instincts. and when i fail to do, i quickly learn and don't let them repeat

MAKERS FAIRE

yesterday at the makers fair was grand,Eche Male Models, Flo'o style,Fm&b, Flo'oH Records already noted....thanks to the strings of Papi corosorah soars in the air...H on the other hand, is fast becoming the "dont let the cat out of the bag"..everyone wants to see out of the bag. but today alot is gon be let out the bag.
yesterday at the makers fair, I and H exhibited our stuffs...ties, jacket pocket squares, mufflers, on a model...twos a grand show,selling to international audience, would be easier than a cup of coffee, thanks to our originality and africanality, mixed with everything western and modern.
we also made ties on the fair ground, teaching people, how to follow their dreams

first perfomance in accra.

Normally this days, ill just be at the library possibly reading or on the internet...that's not often dough! that i read or stay put on the internet. i make sure to diversify my time into different abilities. if am not reading, i may be writing like now or be on the internet or striking my strings. for me consistency is everything. as i was writing, this guy at base lounge, somewhere in Accra at osu. he introduced himself as an MC and artiste. well the guy just jumped into the picture,H had offered him his card, he just...{oh! by the way he's called off
! ill be right back he weezelled off!} enter frame, "me am a model..are u the one that owns a model agency?..i once did a job for...and ...ill like to work with you... folks just dey the base, watching MTV base...laughing loud to some "beef comedy'
later on that night at the base, time for the main event, i was the first performer to perform, i did small-small and chekeleke, i got them singing chekeleke gimme ma dough!
well Thursday at the beach, some soldier boys come around, requesting for a piece. i did them so bad, they poured out their hearts out
corosorah is beautiful!!!

And the one called Papi!

...One man i met a long time ago, said we should become great. I sadi to him, in the only case of respecting my own views, why not? He smiled, what a weird thing to say, what say: Mr. what do you do? I am an artistic impression of what your dreams hold. He rolled in laughter: you must be a seller of words. I am a singer and i always dreamed a long time ago, i will be the greatest someday. and i said to him, me too: brother!

craze island!

So far I’ve been up and down…coping considerably well considering my hurting knee, a dry pause that miraculously never goes dry, a public building abode, with no electricity, no privacy..But ts all good, still free like a bird.
Accra is like one big college, good planed out structure everywhere, good city for tourist and lot of foreigners…. Christian Aguilera…blasting tru the speakers as a Ghanaian on the phone, advising someone at the other end of the receiver “your dad is a mad man, you should call the police and get him locked up…that man is crazy! Stay clear off him.” Who knows what the man most have done now? Anyhow Accra is filled with plenty different kindz of craze, craze of different level...you see them everywhere on the street, different forms and shape, demonstrating for no reason at-all.
Yesterday, that’s early this morning, I and H hardly had enough sleep, rehearsing outside the rex cinema, from about 1am to 5am in the morning…as we were there seated on the stairs, stringing the guitar, some group of people just pass, about four guys , as dem go na so one woman just waka dey come, causing! We no pay her much attention, thinking her to be one of the numerous craze matters around, the woman just waka come where we dey! Na so she just dey cause dey go, na so me just dey string my guitar with more vibrancy to ignore her presence the more…before you know wetin dey happen, the woman don carry two big stones from ground! Won come break our head, she probably thought our head was a palm canal nuts….lol….!...me and H just stand up! “ drop those stones ! I we commanded her, she droped the stones reluctantly dough!...As I raised my guitar to tame her in case she becomes violent. Na so one guy from the other side of the road halla “she don drink! Stupid woman! Beat her! Beat her!! I raised my guitar and told her to run off, as she was scamp ling away, the other guy at the side of the road, start to pursue her, na so she start to shout! Yeehh!...eehhh!!...yeehhh!!!...serious shout, serious craze.
Who no wetin dem don doam! Or wetin dey doam.

so more to do

n Ghana, i met this fan, in love wit a work i produced in Lagos for some chaps known as airways. the track is called segeme....how does it make u feel when people..look at you or your work as unreal...fairytale...impossicant to meet, what does it say, or mean of you...u can reply ill like to hear from u.
for me i don't think iv done nothing yet.

road trip.

u know in Africa, like in most part of d globe, things are never done the right way. am on my way to Ghana by road, i got my passport, supposedly a pass for all countries, but at this stance, counted for almost nothing, especially a virgin P-spot...ull even pay more to get ur passport stamped if virgin, better cross like others if no dough. i got to de park...the transport fare keep escalating by the day...wetin man go do, a man got to go where man got to go...we neva reach border..money don dey roll...officers collecting dem due..no big deal!...i guess the drivers are used to it....i kept my passport away all the way and sorted like the rest. [i guess nest time i should have more than enough for passport stamps...abi?] i sure en visualized it, my first west african tour on road, mostly cool but real thugin...xpecially at the tgo/Ghana border...tose togolise custom guys really needed some trashing, u just have to see the way the'll shove queuing travels....na so the bully thug officer go shov the woman for yanch!...move!! "go that side"..as he dey talk, na so e dey press the breast! O boy! O boy i say dem neva jam!!!..you say!!...me?....i go ....you know now
Anyhow i reach Ghana everybody dey collect due from Badagry to Accra.
O boy my journey was cool, fast and furious...on a back seat of a B.M.W ..two other passengers in back, or three if you include my box guitar on my leg compartment. ..men twos like locking someone in a body fitted casket for eight hours ...my legs were all frozen, the aftermath of which is a swollen left knee, am getting over it now dogh. though up the hills its crazy. i mysteriously lost one of my phones with 3sims! owchh shit happens...planning for a show soon in Accra, meeting new contacts...new places...new foods....new but similar life style..and yes i love it by the beach.

well whata guan Ghana

ill be off 2 Ghana 2moro...leaving de country side, like wyclef would say till november. am not wycleff, am not gone till november, neva know,...am goin tru road, that means on foot tru de border...all de crazy custom thug! cool dogh.