being qaali

child of the world

My Songs of Freedom (spoken word)

I only want songs of freedom that go on repeat
That don’t stop until the stomping of feet have subsided
And the hearts have drowned in the satisfaction of victory

I only want songs on repeat if they make my insides scream
Like an animal needing to be unleashed
I only want to hear it if it makes the big man wanna tame us

I only want to hear beautiful voices that haunt struggle
And cries that make my nightmares shudder with disbelief
I want raw reality

I only want to hear tunes that make your body shiver
Raise the hairs down your spine
The songs that would choke authority like vines
On a tree, a type of synergy
Isn’t that what it was meant to be?

Where we help them help us
Or did I miss the memo where we were ruled as insignificant
That people’s homelands were deemed irrelevant
And blood, oil, and diamonds were blessed with the holy water

I bet even Satan screams at the thought of us
We were meant to have a conscious
Be a bit more than the animals that roam the wild
Hold hands with thy neighbour instead of having gun-loving behaviour
We need a saviour
Or are we too far gone?

We think we are immortal and we live without morals
Where there are men that have fantasies of little girls
And where mothers kill their own sons
We all need to be put in stray jackets
So help us God an epidemic has begun

I only want songs of freedom that makes me forget about what I’ve seen
Words that wash away the red that surrounds me
That shines light in the darkness
That makes my deepest fears become thoughtless hymns of silence

I would rather be mindless
And walk the street with no alliance
Or license that tries to tell me that I’m over exaggerating or that this crazy is all in my head
Because in my head I hear songs that calm the masses, that penetrate the glass ceilings and call for reform.
Don’t tell me I’m not alright when your world is my asylum
And my head plays rhythms of peace and end to violence

I want kindness
Does that make me spineless?

cries (spoken word)

i shiver and shake
my voice quakes
sentences i cannot make
stumble over my words
every syllable in haste
these are moments
very chaste in symmetry
no need for word playing skilfully
or ignorant bigotry
there’s a line in the sand
where wrong is wrong
and right is right
and though my palms are sweaty
I breathe life into the mic
and recite cries
in C8 to low E
stories and dreams of being free
little kids with the city’s key
star gazing through grand baobab trees
they want life
to not be cleansed like dirt
or trafficked like merchandise
they want rights
to not have rockets over head like kites
and snow falling through their roofs at night
they want to be more than the world’s project against plight
to carry themselves with pride
and not have their souls squeezed of life
as double standards are noosed and tied
I cry
For they die
and humanity turns a blind eye
on their fellow mankind
as contracts of demise are signed
for truly there is no bind
so I cry
cries of the ones left behind

will i forget me?

I wonder if our mothers
long before they were our keepers
and their spines had moulded to bear us
when their curls still played in the wind,
and the sun carressed their skin

I wonder if they were much like us
fiercely passionate, highly opinionated, fearlessly alive
yet so complexly delicate inside and filled with such grande dreams
children of the flower, bearers of the land

And if they were much like us would that mean that all I’m fighting for now may become mute
All this fight I have now will it become apathy?
Will I mistake control, for care?
Lies for honesty?
Misogyny for protection?
Empty words for hope?
Will I ignore it when I see a stain on the collar of his shirt and know that I don’t wear that shade?
Will I forget how to stand up for myself just to make him feel like more of a man?
and will I pick up habits to numb the pain?

Will I forget what the sun feels like as I get my yearly vitamin D prescription?
or will I forget that sticky salty wind that would hit my face as my feet hit the beach every morning?
Will I forget what it’s like to stay up through the night with a really good book and be carried away into another world?
or what it feels like when you go to a new place and you can just feel something in you crying out for it?
What it feels like to just dress for me or what it’s like to feel sexy?
or wanted? desired? loved?
I feel like I’m already mourning a life that I am just beginning
I’m missing the woman I could be

I wonder if our mothers miss her too
The potential
The plan
The hopes and aspirations

Will I forget that I ever wrote this?

compati

I was headed into Tesco (local supermarket) and there was this young man sitting outside asking for spare change, I asked him if he needed anything from the store and he said he didn’t but that he was in need of money. I knew I only had a five pound note in my wallet and there was no ATM nearby so I gave it to him. He said thank you and I said it was the least I could do and told him to take care of himself as I walked away.

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Death: the only sure thing

Death is such a taboo; it has so many different faces and layers to it that the majority of us don’t know what to do when faced with it or how to respond when it is mentioned and I don’t think there’s a formula to it. It’s a very sensitive topic, and I think that you would agree with me that it isn’t really the dinner table conversation starter. It’s more like the topic that leaves the room silent and hollow. But why do we feel so uncomfortable with the one thing that is universally true about life? Why do we push death to the back of our minds as if any of us can escape it?

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5 Reasons You Shouldn’t Feel Guilty About Falling In Love With Your Friend

(Original post can be found on Elite Daily)

So, I’m sitting God knows how many thousands of feet in the air on my way back to London, waking up to a beautiful sunrise, listening to some Ed Sheeran. An aching feeling in the middle of my chest suddenly makes an appearance as I’m watching the sun flare up the sky to my right.

You know that feeling of realization that just hits so close to home? You feel like you’re about to start crying but 1) you don’t cry (and by “you,” I mean me), and 2) if you absolutely had to, it wouldn’t be on a flight filled with strangers.

You’re all familiar with this story: You meet someone, friendship develops, years go by and they become your person. However, we don’t choose when, how and who we love. We don’t control how it enters our lives or when it leaves. And to be honest, I don’t think love conquers all. There are other elements that work with love in order to make something last. However, the chemistry in these connections is undeniable.

I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. I love love, but I feel like society has ruined it for me. I really don’t care about the bouquets of flowers and dinners (although, all of that is great), I don’t care for someone to claim me as their #WCE on Instagram. I’m a romantic in the sense that there is someone out there who’s soul is the other half to yours. Someone who is compatible with you, even when you can’t explain it. I believe in a bond that is very unique in the way it develops, how long it lasts and the impact that it has on our lives.

Call it your soulmate, your missing piece, your beau … I’m a Pisces, and I am a natural dreamer. So, to believe that this exists is not far-fetched in my mind. However, since we live in the age of Tinder and “Netflix and chill,” I will not be holding my breath for handwritten love letters across continents anytime soon.

Let me tell you, when you have that “oh, sh*t” moment and realize you’re in way too deep and have been lying to yourself all along, that’s when you start seeing everything a lot clearer. It’s like a “diamonds in the sky” type of revelation. Let’s just say falling for a close friend will always go through a weird period of readjustment, especially when you’ve both confessed feelings for one another and don’t know if you’re going to move forward with it or not.

Emotions and vulnerability are messy, ladies and gentlemen. I love it, though. If you’re self-aware and introspective by nature, being in tune with how you feel is just what you do, but the other party at hand may run for the hills when sh*t gets a bit too real for them. Finding your person can be scary.

After a year of being ghosted, my friend and I reconnected and it was as if nothing ever happened. Maybe we’re good at sweeping things under the rug and moving on, or maybe it’s because 10 years of friendship and a real bond doesn’t just disappear overnight. But whatever the reason, I realized a few things about how we love people, how we react to getting hurt and how we let go:

1. We’re all romantics at heart.

You may be the person in your squad who will never be caught tearing up when watching a heartfelt movie (me too bro, me too), but no matter what your exterior shows, we are creatures that yearn for affection. We want someone to notice those little things about us, to notice when we’re not ourselves. We ultimately want someone who will be our life partner, through thick and thin. A lover and a best friend.


2. We forget humans are flawed.

You live and you learn, and one of the most important things I’ve learned is we all mess up. It’s so easy to be wronged and to flip the switch and go off. To be honest, for any of us to expect the people we care about to never mess up is holding them to a standard we can’t even fulfill. The way we approach situations can be different, and how we exchange words could be wiser. Basically, we just need to handle situations better, people.


3. People come and go.

The people in our lives are not ours. We do not control their movements in our lives. And ultimately, they should be there to add to your life. You are not any less of a person if someone decides to leave, and it doesn’t have to be all bad after they do. I see it like this:

When I care about people, it’s an all or nothing type of love. I think I have a good read on people and I choose carefully, so I don’t get a bitter taste in my mouth when they do leave because 1) you have to let things be, and 2) the good memories will always outweigh the bad.


4. What flaws?

The friend I mentioned earlier always jokes that I put up with a lot of his shenanigans. But quite frankly, although I know what he’s talking about, I still don’t see it that way. The only way he can be this person I love is with everything that makes him, him. Flaws and all.

I have my vices and so do you, so how can we judge someone else for theirs and not look at our own first? However, if they’re indulging in activities that are a detriment to their lives and we truly care about them, then we help them the best we can.


5. We all have that person.

The person who pops up in the back of our minds, the one we’re so comfortable with that we can be vulnerable and not fear getting hurt or rejected. We have a person who may be the complete opposite from us, but may get to us better than most. These people are the ones who will never leave our hearts, and that can be both a tragedy or a fairytale. Either way, c’est la vie.

I guess what I’m trying to say is we have no control, and the sooner we realize that about ourselves, the easier it becomes to have some faith and let go. Don’t overcomplicate something so special. We all experience love differently.

I may or may not be over someone I thought I had forgotten about, and he may or may not read this (let’s not talk about this, if you do). Through my early 20s, I’m learning that adulting is a mind-f*ck, and love is indeed a mother f*cker.