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ROAD TO LEMON CURD: SPOKEN WORD

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George Mpanga, known popularly by his stage name, George the Poet, is a British spoken word artist and rapper. With songs such as ‘My Love Is Your Love’, ‘Wotless’, ‘In The Quiet’ and others, he is a rising spoken-word artist which speaks on social and political issues.

A personal favorite of mine, starts off with him relaying futuristic probabilities of a struggling couple post-breakup with the woman finding solace in lonely nights and sex toys while the man who “wears the trousers” in which deep held power dwells, will keep entertaining other females. Pre-breakup, the boyfriend engages in conspicuous sexual relations outside the relationship, insulting the intelligence of his girlfriend by blatantly denying this fact because all the evidence leading to these accusations are not concrete. His girlfriend is sick and tired of the lies and deceit despite the obvious signs that point to the exact opposite of what he claims to be doing at certain points, when he is actually cheating.

She threatens to cut the skin of the next slut he fucks.
(HOOK)

The next verse paints the picture of a female who lives on the drama caused by her twisted and flawed relations with the opposite sex. Her 9-5 is clearly to short to occupy her lazy and bored self so she has more time to pitifully obsess over having a man. One with “daddy issues”, she automatically distrusts any man that wants to move close to her; bringing up issues they’d already been over at the beginning.
After putting out his stand on wanting her, the male’s patience is running thin.

(HOOK)

In the last verse, the talented artiste gives his listener a scenario in which a woman in a relationship is hurt by the nonchalant attitude of her boyfriend towards an issue important to her. A fight occurs and he leaves. She wants to call him back but knows there is no future for them anymore because she is suffocating and has no breathing space. She finally gives in and messages him; from slow replies to no replies at all from.
Over at her “girlfriend’s” place, she begins to welcome the idea of revenge on the boyfriend and remembers a guy who has been and is still clearly head-over-heels for her.

In incognito mode, she goes to the ‘backup plan’s’ place, is received with open arms.

The artist finally takes us into the head of the irredeemable lover-boy, he sees she’s been crying and needs comfort but knows it’s a different kind of comfort than her girlfriends can offer; gets a blanket, cuddles up with her in a corner all the while worshiping her and her body and counting his gain as her worthless boyfriend’s loss in his head.
He tries to convince himself (and her) that he is the right one to take away her pain, promising her that her infidelity won’t feel so bad after all after the sex, bubble bath and hot meal.

The artist is George the Poet and the name of the song is “If the shoe fits” featuring Mega. I highly advice fans of spoken word and those who appreciate both its content and delivery to put this on their playlist. And for more soul-calming spoken word pieces, take out your calendar and mark the 5th of August as a date to bathe your mind in beautiful words by talented artists at the Lemon Curd 2.0, holding at the Muri Okunola park, VI.
Thank me later.

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BLACK by Isabel Okoro

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About a month ago, Isabel Okoro experienced her first ever real encounter with racism. She was called a “Nigger Hoe” by a bunch of guys as she walked down the streets of Hamilton, Canada. She went home and cried. Even though she was uncertain of what the words meant, she decided to channel her thoughts and anger into something tangible. Within fifteen minutes, BLACK was created. She then proceeded to add visuals of empowering black people and recorded it over a beat to create this final piece of work.

Watch/Listen to BLACK below and make sure you pass it on to empower another. You can also learn more about Isabel on her Twitter.

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The Revolution Will not be Televised

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“The revolution will not be televised” is a song/spoken-word track written and performed by the legendary Gill Scott-Heron in 1970. Although the song managed to evade mainstream success and recognition, Heron successfully coined the legendary phrase that continues to have an impact on popular culture till today. My version of this song is a pastiche and an homage to the literary genius that Heron was. I wrote this piece using current pop culture references to prove that Heron’s poem is especially relevant today. Here’s a link to the original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGaoXAwl9kw

You will not be able to stay home, brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on lean and
Skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought to you by Google
In 4 parts without commercial interruption
The revolution will not by brought to you by Netflix and
Will not star Jennifer Lawrence and Tom Cruise or Bugs Bunny and Madea
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
Thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother

There will be no picture of you and Willie Mae
Pushing that cart down the block on the dead run
Or trying to slide that television into a stolen ambulance
There will be no videos of pigs shooting down
Brothers on Youtube
There will be no ad campaigns of Kylie Jenner
Strolling through a protest in a red, black and green liberation jumpsuit that she had been saving for the right occasion
The theme song will not be written by Sia
nor sung by Justin Bieber, Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift,
Selena Gomez or the Chainsmokers

The revolution will not be televised
Will not be televised, will not be televised
The revolution will be no rerun brothers
The Revolution will be live

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Why?

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Why did you create me?

If you let depression be my close companion.

Why did you create me?
If all you let me do is cry.

Why did you create me?
If you knew I would only cause my peers pain and regrets?

Why would you give me life to spend my days hating it?

Why would you give the murderer life to take my father’s own?

And give my weak mother an illness filled with pain and little hope?

You say you love me, but, this relationship feels one-sided.

You don’t reply my prayers and you leave me on “heard”.

Do you really care about me?
Or does my suffering entertain you.

Am I unique to you?
Or just one of many.

Do my prayers reach you?
Or do they fade away as they ascend and join the clouds.

When you promised long life,
Did you mean prolonged years of suffering?

Why would you give me the right to make a choice, but, punish me for not choosing you?

I might never get answers to these questions and that’s okay.
I am used to the silence.

Loving you is complicated and this unrequited love has left it’s mark on me.

Today it ends.
I need no more of you.
Keep your love and the confusion that comes with it.

I have used up my faith, I have none left to give.

Goodbye.

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