Happy Pride...

The 28^th annual Pride Festival, celebrating gay and lesbian rights, went down in my city yesterday…

Just like last year, I put on a short skirt and flats and tons of sunscreen and went to have a grand ol’ time with some of the most gorgeous people on the planet…

Ran into many icons of the gay community… all wonderful wonderful people

Lola with her gorgeous tutu and uncovered boobs was hilarious… squirting water on my chest before we took a picture…

Michelle ‘the drag queen of the universe’ Ross smashed the competition with her flawless Diana Ross and Rihanna impersonations…

Ill Nana ripped up the stage with their splits, high octane jumps and kicks, plies and stomps… fierceness!!

My Nigerian drag queen friend Mandy put on his gele and lipstick and ‘Mariam Makeba’d” everybody to joy…

Though I didn’t end up going to her show… the most important drag queen in the universe RuPaul performed… and I heard it was the business… YOU BETTER WORK!!!

The sexyass black Motorola guy wore underwear even smaller and tighter than what we had on last year…

The Trojan guys were still out in full effect… as were the Td boys… all beautiful men…

The Chinese drag- geishas I recognized from last year… looking even more gorgeous…

Old friends, new friends and everybody inbetween… it was like a reunion of sorts…

I got approached by a few lesbians…
…got kissed by a gay guy… by mistake… and proceeded to hook him up with my sexyass friend… lol

Took so many pictures… had some drinks… tons of conversation… and dancing…

I probably go on too much about this… but I absolutely love Canada for giving people a voice, a chance to love freely… to be themselves.

…in the midst of the madness… I met a boy...
…He’s 6ft5 and quiet and straight and not-homophobic and nice...

My soul grieves

The love of my Igbo-music-life... Sir Oliver De Coque is dead!!!
...He was supposed to play my traditional wedding... and freestyle my name as I danced in my traditional outfit and 'sprayed' dollars on him... his dancers... him... his guitar... his drums...

Oliver De Coque... one of my best memories of my dad... when he used to play his albums in his green Mercedes as we travelled cross state every christmas to visit my grandparents in the village... when my dad lit up his rothmans and made up silly songs
...'we are home home home for christmas isi azu mangala oporoko... we are home we are home we are home we are home... we are home we are home for christmas'

Oliver De Coque was the first African singer I danced to... the first one I spent my savings on when he played at my grandpas funeral... I danced till I was short of breath...

Oliver... the original freestyler... this man had talent and flair and lyrics and compositions and personality out of this world... which song do I begin from... 'Peoples club?'... 'Funny Identity?'... 'Uwa cholu obi umeani?'... 'Otimpu?'... 'Olisa ka anyi na ayo?'... 'Biri kam Biri?'...

He made music to settle land disputes to...
He made music to crown chiefs with...
He made music to drink palm wine and eat bush meat to...
He made music to get married to...
He made music to make babies to(Igbo babies at least... lol)...

The man was spiritual.... funny... inspirational... philosophical... sexy(lol)...

The lyrics of my favorite Oliver De Coque song 'Identity':
'When i wake up in the morning I go pray to my God/ When i come back in the evening I go pray to my God/Always believe in trying/Nothing comes for nothing/Always do my best and leave the rest to God'
Funny funny identity...

'My papa advise make I play my music with honesty/ My mama advise me make I respect all my seniors/ Always cut my coat according to my size/I no dey promise anything when my power no reach/ My yes is my yes/My no is my no/ I no dey make Iyanga...I'm a simple man by nature.
Funny funny identity...

'When coconut come for up e no dey harm anybody/Coconut get water nobody knows from where e enter/If you do good to me I go thank you for your favour/If you do bad to me na you sabi oh'
Funny funny identity...

'Sometimes when I dress I dress like boy-yo-yo/Sometimes when I dress I dress like chief Obi/I been get bear-bear... my bear-bear is by nature/ Music is my talent thats my identity...'
Funny funny identity...

Tell me that man isn't the Michael Jackson and Coldplay and Kanye West and John Legend and Bono of Africa... try and tell me that...

Oliver... just 60 years old... why couldnt you just stay another 10...

I loved you so Oliver... Your music made me happy... made me laugh... made me smile...

I will remember you always... I will sing your music to my children... I will play you in places where nobody understands a word that you say... I will introduce you to my Yoruba friends and my Jamaican friends and my Angolan friends and my White friends...

You live on...

I hate this

Recently I saw someone I loved when I was younger… loved mindlessly and completely
… the first love letter I wrote and never sent
He was flirting a little… perhaps in memory of times past
… and I missed you

I met a Jamaican guy last week… 6 ft 3, dark and sexy… so funny and smart… attentive. We’re supposed to go see a movie this weekend
… wish it was you

Oh you know RK(that slightly chubby, 6ft tall, cute Jamaican guy I went to high school with)… who used to have the really long braids. He wants to go out for dinner… the movies… talk about Barack Obama, my preference in music… my past life. He wants me STILL
I see his earnestness… and I miss you.

The New American is cuter than you y'know… beautiful smile, lovely eyes, 6ft 7, light as daylight…
…and I haven’t yet returned his call…

There’s a Nigerian guy who came into the picture not long ago… so funny its absurd… so in like with my sometime immaturity and sarcasm and odd laughter. He uses words like rhapsody and perpetuate… reminds me a lot of me. He’s 6ft 2 and dark and cute and…
Not YOU

I hate this

I hate that I miss you more than I see you… that I can’t drive over and hit you when I’m mad and kiss you when I’m glad.

I hate that you’re there and I’m here and, for the reasons that already are, we can’t meet in either place at the moment

I hate your stupid I’m sorrys and I miss yous and the fact that you wouldn’t let me go when I said I didn’t want to do this any longer

I hate the fact that you come with your smile and jokes and easy laughter and… and…

I fucking miss you Marley.

Paralyzed on the corner of Fourteenth and Serenity

I have never written a piece on demand… or anything that isn’t in some way about me

Back from being an absentee blogger and contributor… especially as I won’t have the time to tomorrow…

I picked my pen this morning to start… and…
NOTHING
no words, no thoughts… no echoes.
...No fancy metaphors or funny stories come to mind… no fiery adjectives or flowery words …
NOTHING

In the midst of brilliance… I’m completely blank

The fifth link of the machine… I must make good on a promise to a friend
Write… I must

I hope I find my feet by June 3^rd, 2008 cos right now I’m just sitting here…
…paralyzed on the corner of Fourteenth and Serenity.