Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

             

                  Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

 Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie grew up in Nigeria. Adichie, who was born in the city of Enugu, grew up the fifth of six children in an Igbo family in the university town of Nsukka in southeastern Nigeria, where the University of Nigeria is situated. While she was growing up, her father James Nwoye Adichie was a professor of statistics at the university, and her mother Grace Ifeoma was the university's first female registrar. Her family's ancestral village is in Abba in Anambra State.  

                  Chimamanda Adichie:  The danger of a single story 


Her work has been translated into thirty languages and has appeared in various publications, including The New Yorker, Granta, The O. Henry Prize Stories, the Financial Times, and Zoetrope. She is the author of the novels Purple Hibiscus, which won the Commonwealth Writers’ Prize and the Hurston/Wright Legacy Award, and Half of a Yellow Sun, which won the Orange Prize and was a National Book Critics Circle Award Finalist, a New York Times Notable Book, and a People and Black Issues Book Review Best Book of the Year; and the story collection The Thing Around Your Neck.

 Her latest novel Americanah, was published around the world in 2013, and has received numerous accolades, including winning the National Book Critics Circle Award for Fiction and The Chicago Tribune Heartland Prize for Fiction; and being named one of The New York Times Ten Best Books of the Year. A recipient of a MacArthur Foundation Fellowship, she divides her time between the United States and Nigeria.

           Chimamanda Adichie: Beauty does not solve any problem

     We should all be feminists | Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie |

      Humanising History - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Being Who I Be~ Celli Pitt

Gloria's youngest daughter talks some tall stuff and a half.  Spellman-trained and proud of it.  She may be at the National Black Theater Festival in Winston in 2015.

CRY MAN

                      CRY MAN

Why would your eyes be dry?
Your soul has been an aquifer for the ugly the world flushes
Your soul, from the shed blood of your elders has absorbed the worst the world has dished out and you stand
Shot you while unarmed, and say you are superhuman almost animal like is not a bad movie 
The Blues you live is real
They strangle you because you look dangerous as you sell untaxed cigarettes, as THEY finance weed shops in hoods like they sell 40oz’s and either it is a mystery or a conspiracy that guns filter into the hands of boyz in the hood 
Cry my brother, as I know you do behind closed doors
THEY Cry - Yuppie-vile as THEY protest an elephant going to another zoo
THEY Cry as Yuppie-vile wants more police protection for the electric cars parked on their white picket fenced hoods
Yeah they want protection from youthful white teens blowing off steam and the poor whites that live amongst them that steal their Amazon package that was delivered to their doors, and THEY want Black boys profiled as thugs to keep them away their daughters
My brother I know you vomit from being force-fed so much disrespect 
I know you’re sick as you worry will your sons make it home
Cry as we – well, some of us are trying to live together, and many white parents and white grandparents now have blended families, and they have the same worry you do that related Black men will be profiled and held down…and killed
Cry when you wake and smell the coffee of a new day, knowing at any point of the day you will witness a racial injustice through the national news or right in your face a backhanded slap
But you act so beautiful in the face of another isolated incident
Being effervescent in the face of a long history
Because you have survived
No genocide has taken your soul
Yet my soul brother, go ahead and cry
Let those tears rain like the rains of God that lifted Noah’s ark to float to a new beginning 
You see, those tears, they fertilize never giving up, and trying in every way to live with the blues
Cry man - my soul brother as you be - your own promise when you see the rainbow of brown hues of your people still standing erect in a pool of tears
You'll never cry alone


©A.L.A.H - Alvin L.A. Horn
Are you reading my novels
Brush Strokes
Perfect Circle
One Safe Place
Also featured in the book, Pillow Talk, The Heat of the Night
And coming, Father's Day 2015, the book, The Soul of a Man II, as I'll be featured along with some of our greatest writers of our time 
www.alvinhorn.com
— with Ramona Robinson and 49 others.

LIPS

Alvin L. A. Horn

LIPS

Your Lips
I like
I love
Wet, or really wet looking, makes me wanna dive in between,
Into a warm-like right out of the oven rising-bread lips
Your lips
I love it when I see you work them lips in the mirror
Juicy looking
You smile with them lips, and I see jawbreaker cheeks I just wanna to suck on them

Place them on me, please
Curl-em, roll-em, lick–em
Make me feel I’m in a cul-de-sac of lips
Let me suck on them
Let me taste your bottom lip
Oooh that top lip too
Kiss me

Smile and I see them lips spread across the rest of your pretty face
And it works me into the last time you …
Maybe I’m looking forward to the first time I taste those lips
I like your lips

Baby, bring those lips over here
So
When you do that big wide mouth O thing
And you do that purse your lips thing
Run your tongue around your mouth thing
Blow me a kiss thing
Then I feel your lips on my face thing
And your lips makes their way to … all over me thing
I go crazy just looking at your lips
I wanna suck on your lips
Sometimes red, maybe an outline of brown and sometimes just neutral gloss
Whatever the shade or flava, I’m staring, my body is stirring

I’m breathing hard from what your lips can do
Making me lick my own lips in anticipation
I love your lips when words feather through and touch my soul
Your words are large, tall, and meaningful, makes me mindful to listen while I watch them sugary lips
You speaking to me is air for absorption

I even love them lips when they're upset and tight lipped
Now my effort turns to parting those lips
So damn sexy no matter what them lips are doing
Please keep those lips near me

You want to feel me, see me, doing me?
Work them lips, honey
Put them right on the tip of me
Whisper with those nasty things with those...
Full lips

Bring me those
Phat lips
Soup cooler lips
Thin but soft, distinctive lips
Lips so big I don’t even look at her booty
Now that’s some kind-of-lips
Lips so perfect I want to suck on her lips and not on her breasts kind-of-lips
Apple curving lips
Peach juice lips
Big bottom lip
Plump tops lip
Hot lips
Making me get hard from the touch of your lips
I’m watching your lips
I’m stuck on the visual, the feel, the thought of those, one of a-kind lips
You got those kind-of lips
Place those lips right here …

© 2011 Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn
Have you read my books?
Your support keeps me writing

http://alvinhorn.com/

The lips in the picture are those of Lalah Hathaway

Prince Ea

Richard Williams,(Prince Ea)was born September 16, 1988 in St. Louis, Missouri, the youngest of three children, and has resided there his whole life. The alias Prince Ea is derived from Sumerian mythology ("The prince of the Earth"). He has also graduated from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with honors.

   
         Can We Auto-Correct Humanity?


Why I Refuse to Let Technology Control Me.
You need not delete your social networks or destroy your cell phones, the message is simple, be balanced, be mindful, be present, be here. :)

       "LOVE" (Everything you have been told was a lie)

Born and raised on the North Side of St. Louis Missouri, twenty-six year old rapper Prince Ea has a sound unlike most artists coming out from the Midwest. Having a great song writing ability and stage presence, he combines both creative and thought-provoking songs that neatly tie-in humor, wit, passion, and hard hitting punch-lines.

     Why I Think This World Should End


       Prince Ea - Jesus Shuttlesworth


       Prince Ea - The Red Pill


       Prince Ea - The Brain

NAMED MOST INTELLIGENT HIP HOP SONG OF ALL TIME. PRINCE EA DOESN'T DISAPPOINT WITH THIS INNOVATIVE TRACK BREAKING DOWN THE HUMAN BRAIN.
Purchase "The Brain" NOW: http://princeea.bandcamp.com/track/pr.

       Prince Ea - Political Science

Army Of Millions Of Women

 Wonder Wombman's post

I need an army of millions of

Women who want to fight

For justice, equality, peace

And world unity

 I need an army of millions of

 Women who want to fight

 To stop the prostitution

 Of young women.

 I need an army of millions of

 Women who want to fight

 For a better world, not for

 world Domination and

 the pillage of Nature

 I need an army of millions of

 Women who want to fight

 For education for all people

 regardless of social status, gender

 and life styles.

I need an army of millions of

Women who want to fight against

man-made Borders, racial division,

hatred And ignorance.

© Belmoun Ibolele — with Benjamin Balendjobenjamen and Modler Antoine.

I Am That Man

Alvin L.A. Horn, video poem, I AM THAT MAN
For his novels, spoken word and written poetry visit http://alvinhorn.com

The Lonely Sun

                  The Lonely Sun
            

                 Alvin Lloyd Alexander Horn, video poem, THE LONELY SUN
For his romantic novels, spoken word CD's and and written poetry visit http://alvinhorn.com

Good night my love

                      Good night my love            
 By Alvin L. A. Horn

Good night my love
Please Dream
Dream of all the things that make you smile
I dream of watching that smile, while you dream
What a beautiful dream
Pillows in the sky
Flowing across the sky
Billowing                                                                                
Red pillows                                                
Above me
Passing through
Then on top
Me

Alone in my thoughts
Watching the blending
The nightline falling
The last of the daytime
Soon to be dark
Soon I’ll be with you
Flying your way
Soon I’ll be with you
Gazing out the window
A thinly visible reflection of me
Red pillows a backdrop in a fantasy of you and me
Reflecting
Racing my love ahead
My heart has already landed
Love
Is grounded
Seeing God’s rays of light glowing along pillows in the sky
Skyline fading
Anticipating my first sight of you once my body has grounded
You are the one I’ve come to be with
With all that is me
Me, once lonely, whose spirit floated on rough seas
Now I’m floating across pillows in the sky
Approaching you
As dark approaches, light disappears
Stars start guiding me to you
I lay my head on a pillow and only think about you
You are the one I come to
While floating on pillows in the sky
Good night my love

© Alvin L.A. Horn
www.alvinhorn.com
  Isaac Hayes - Medley: Ike's Rap III / Your Love Is So Doggone Good                                                
                   

Is It YOU ?

                 Is It YOU ?

There are times when I need someone to hold me and love me so very bad!!! .....  But it has never been right ,never felt right,never seemed right.
People in my life have always looked to me to be strong,
positive,uplifting,emotionally supportive. They come to me for
answers to imposible life questions and I am expected to have
answers........ I try!!

I have been a comforter to others,Yet I remain in need of comforting.
I have never had anyone I felt I could turn to,release my insides to
for just a little while........ I have tried.... ,but the vacant looks back at me or the changing of the subject to something else lets you know.

I spend my down time with myself.......... till I pull myself back up.
So far I always make it back,but it would feel so good to have
someone........ Someone who felt me sliping and would come and comfort me with love , affection , and caring..

 Is it YOU ?  Is it YOU ?