16.Mar – { Album Review: Pharrell Williams – G I R L }



I bought this album the day it came out…not only because I’m an avid skateboard P fan – but because I’m an avid skateboard P fan.  I’m a fan of Pharrell…he possesses the ability to beast multiple genres  – and i LOVE it!

This album – was different from “In My Mind” – and that was expected…his debut solo album gave us a taste of Hip Hop and on this album he’s singing his heart out to the ladies.  I’ve seen some shade as it pertains to his album cover because there isn’t a black woman on there – and my response to that is….so? – shut up and photoshop one in there if it bothers you that much.

I can, and have listened to this album from beginning to end – several times.  BUT there are some songs that have become my favorite…HAPPY goes without say – I think Pharrell had a conversation with Jesus himself to find the instrumentation and words for this song because I literally get extremely happy when I hear that song.

Other songs that I love…Marilyn Monroe, Brand New (where he and JT snapped!) – Gush, Dust of Wind and It Girl….My son Josiah likes Lost Queen and sings his little heart out when he hears it – lol

Buy the album – play it at your next social event – dance to it  – sing the words…

low-key though P needs to stop wearing that hat.

– Kenneth

15.Mar – { Guest Post: Tina Ngbare }


People sometimes ask me what it was like to grow up as a 1st generation American. (And by people, I mean I was specifically asked to do a write up on my experiences growing up as a 1st generation American.) I can usually come up with some fun, wordy, impressive response, but in reality I can sum it up in one word. Growing up as a 1stGen was…
That’s it. It was isolating. Sometimes painfully isolating, though I didn’t want to admit it. Few people – if anyone – in your environment can relate to or understand what you’re going through or your experience. And you feel like an “other” at the one time in your life when you just want to blend in with the crowd. Also, I grew up never feeling good enough.
…Not good enough for the Africans/Nigerians because I was born and raised in the US.
You don’t speak the language.
You can’t cook the food – I learned much later than my Nigerian-born counterparts.
And you had a “privileged life”. – Whatever it was, it wasn’t a 3rd world upbringing.
…Not good enough for the African-Americans because I wasn’t one of them & they remind you of it at every opportunity.
The kid with the weird name.
Why do your parents wear ‘those clothes’ to church?
Does your family own an elephant? (real question)
And worse I found myself defending both sides against attacks from the other – even though neither would do the same for me.
“African-Americans aren’t lazy. There are structural and institutional barriers in place that make it more challenging for them to excel.”
“Africans aren’t un-necessarily mean/rude. They’re defensive because they’ve felt discriminated against by African-Americans and yes, they think you’ve squandered the many resources that are available to you – but mainly they don’t understand.”
One of the more confusing parts of my childhood was how isolated and confused I felt when I first started to attend a school that was primarily white. The racism from the white kids was expected. The racism from the black kids was not. But it set the tone. I was on my own in this struggle. No one cared about my problems. And no one would sympathize.
So how does a 1stGen thrive as an “other”? 
1. You learn to accept who you are and to stop apologizing for it. 
– ‘I can’t speak my native language because my parents didn’t teach it to me, but I’ve heard it enough to understand it…. aaaaand I know what you’re saying.’
– ‘No, I don’t speak “African”, do you speak “American”? Oh.’
Ha! So basically I learned to become a defiant, smart ass. Shrug.
2. You figure out the gaps and find a way to fill them or ignore them. An on-going challenge was figuring out how to balance being both a Nigerian-American and an African-American. And it always manifested itself for me during Black History Month.
See BHM is really “African-American” History month. There’s a difference there that few acknowledge (especially in the primarily White neighborhood I lived in during high-school). But because I’m Black, I was still lumped in with all of the African-Americans even though I literally knew nothing about African-American historyI was expected to participate in a month that celebrated a culture that no one had bothered to teach me (obviously not my parents – it wasn’t their history & obviously not the public school system – obviously). It also didn’t help that my family (parents, aunts, and uncles) consistently reiterated that I wasn’t a Black-American, I was a Nigerian-American. Even though I am Black and was literally born and raised inAmerica. #sigh (And no. Africans don’t use the term “African-American”.)
In my frustration, I started out rejecting both. Then I chose one, but eventually I embraced both and willingly carried the weight of learning about both of my cultures on my own.
(Also, my mother never helped me with my History homework (Pilgrims, Mayflower, etc.). Her literal response was ‘That’s not my history.’ [end scene]) Looking back, her response was hilarious. But at the time it was frustrating because I really just needed help with my homework. — I needed to get that out. —
3. If you’re lucky, you connect with other 1stGens and share stories about your experiences. It doesn’t matter which race, ethnicity, or culture – we can all relate to this unique experience. For me, college was great for this. My school had what to me was a large population of 1stGen Africans and West Indians and I LIVED for it. I couldn’t believe that my experience wasn’t just MY experience. Other people had been through it.
Parents and their “creative” punishments. The things you were punished for to begin with. Ignorant questions from friends. The threats of being sent back ‘home’. Rarely inviting friends to your house because you don’t want to explain the parts of your culture that at the time even you didn’t understand and found strange. Every single traditional event & how unbelievably long they are.
It was great. And it helped me figure out how to embrace BOTH of my cultures/identities and how to merge them in a way that worked for me without discounting either.
4. You start to see the benefits. Basically, we’re better than everyone else. 🙂 Why? Because my life is a case study for navigating through cross-cultural interactions and environments. I am a mask-switching maven. Also, we get double of everything. Twice the culture: food (baked mac & cheese AND jollof rice), music (R&B and Highlife), movies, stories, history, dancing. We get it all. And if you have 2, then we have 3. Basically – we always win.
Did it make growing up easier? No, but I got through it and eventually found my community. To this day, I LOVE talking to other 1stGens and sharing our “war” stories. Telling jokes we don’t even have to finish because we know how they end – while others just look on and try to catch on. I’m part of a small minority. An overlooked minority. But we have each other and our stories and our blog posts and our memes and our YouTube videos – and as long as we can laugh at and about them together…. I’m good. The isolation is gone and I figured out how to balance and embrace both of my identities. That was all I needed and wanted.
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13.Mar – { Good Food Hunting }




so – recently moved to escondido…love the east grove area…although most San Diegans would say I lived really far…I really don’t.  I love the fact there are so many stores and stuff with in frisbee throwing distance – but even with great stores and a lot of business around here, I have been severely disappointed in the food places I’ve gone to.

1.  Farmer Boys Burgers:   they served us what seemed to be vomit in a bread bowl with a burnt lid – and a salad that looked like they snatched it from the bottom of a lawn mower that was cutting a yard that filled with nasty salad ingredients — FIRED!

2.   Star House:  Walked into this quaint chinese food joint and the older lady that worked there basically escorted me to the counter.  Her customer service and willingness was cool – but that doesn’t justify having enough hair in my food for me to sow a lace-front together while I’m eating… – – NO, I SHAN’T

3.  Alberto’s:   The beef inside my burrito was of a consistency unlike any meat that I had seen – but…because I’m stupid, i ate it…hunger will do that – i think it was either zombie meat or New Zealand human meat…i got food poisoning and hated life for 7 whole days – –  I WAS NOT PREPARED.

so….yeah – im kind of over these establishments out here.

11.Mar – { return of the mack }

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it has been a couple of weeks since anything was posted on this thing here i call a blog – there are several reasons for that …none of which i will get into.  the most important things is…I’m baaaaaaaaccckkkkkkkk – if you have any questions or anything you would want me to blog about – please don’t hesitate to contact – other than that please expect the usual variety blog posts, rants, poems and nonsensical spillage for you to feast your eyes on…

have a nice evening and thanks for visiting….