I take such pleasure in recognizing old hip hop in new Afrobeat. You can imagine my delight hearing that famous flute from Beatnuts “Watch out now” on the opening to Olamide’s “Greenlight.”
In case you don’t know the Beatnuts reference that I swear on my dying breath Olamide’s producer sampled, here it is. And to keep it fully real, Beatnuts got that flute from a 70s funk/disco hit “Hijack.”
And if I’m talking about old hip hop samples in contemporary Afrobeat, I will never neglect to mention Wizkid’s “Ojuelegba” which sampled Snoop and Dre’s “Nuthin but a G thang”
Here’s the original hip hop classic the “Ojuelegba” sample came from which, of course, is itself a sample from 70s funk—Leon Haywood’s masterpiece “I wanna do something freaky to you.”
You may wonder, does this old hip hop in new Afrobeat musical influence go both ways like the winter soldier? Yes! Here’s J Cole’s “Can’t get enough” with a heavy sample from Balla et ses Balladin’s 80’s hit “Paulette.” Basically lost my mind hearing my parents’ music in hip hop.
For your reference, here’s the original song “Paulette” by old school Guinean band Balla et ses Balladins from where J Cole’s producer sampled the entire sound for “Can’t get enough”
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You know there’s a mental illness “drapetomania” that causes enslaved Black people to run, makes them hostile, angry against oppression?
And a psychiatric disorder “dysaethesia aethiopica” that makes them lazy, slow moving, unwilling to work for free, always breaking equipment?
I ask if you know about drapetomania and dysaesthesia aethiopica to ask if you know how the two most common stereotypes of African Americans being violent and lazy are directly situated in dominant ideologies and history of racism and exploitation of Black people.
And just as you should be very skeptical of the notion African Americans are somehow more actively violent and at the same time more inactive and lazier than everyone, you should be wary of the ridiculous, racist idea that they value education and schooling less than anybody.
Did you try to buy your domain name and build a personal website, but discovered “your name dot com” is considered a “premium domain,” and some company or individual is charging THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS for it?
Well, I did. Here’s my saga. 1/10
I finally got around to building an online portfolio, only to learn someone already owned my domain name and selling it for $3K. I can’t afford that, plus, it’s my damn name. My dear friend said I could negotiate the price with owners. Whois search ID’d them as HugeDomains. 2/10
I emailed HugeDomains and asked to negotiate the price to buy my domain. They said make an offer. I said $200. I thought this was super generous, since domains cost $9.99, so I was giving them a big return for their investment in snatching up my domain name before I did. 3/10
Understand this basic perversion of patriarchy: It pretends a system of labor is a system of morality by telling girls and women our willingness to submit to biological, domestic, sexual, emotional labor—with no wage or complaint—is a measure of our goodness and divine favor.
Patriarchy also disguises its pretense that unjust division of labor is a moral code by helping men hoard power, money, public space, and free female labor that help them secure all of it, telling any woman who’d compete with them for resources that she is “bad” and “ungodly.”
Folks marveling at how women submit to cooking fresh food daily for husbands who won’t eat day-old anything. We know why this happens. Women struggle daily to live up to Good Woman™️ status, which entails serving and keeping a marriage. Especially if they found a Good Man™️.
This high school cooking class I was lamenting is bringing all sorts of rewards. The boy got a whole carton of buttermilk to use two spoons for his chocolate cookies. Now, not to waste the rest, he looked up buttermilk recipes online and is making us pancakes for Saturday brunch.
So, apparently, pancake cooking is not amateur business someone can just read an internet recipe and make their first time. So I’m giving a lot of support and direction instead of sitting and waiting for my damn buttermilk pancakes.🙄🙄
So his first ever pancake was a hot mess. Literally.
In 5th grade, my son asked me “Mama, is there something wrong with me?” My heart broke, but I kept calm to say no and ask why. White woman teacher in his favorite class (math) wouldn’t stop calling his name. Always on him. He’d be doing same as others but she’d call him out. 1/11
My 10yo son was the only Black child in the small country school (central PA). He loved math class and was devastated to never be able to do right by his teacher. My baby wanted to know what was so wrong with him that she couldn’t stop shouting his name and singling him out. 2/11
If you can imagine what this woman put my son through for a child to think “something’s wrong with me” cuz she treated him so different from others. I hid my rage, calmly told him nothing was wrong with him, the problem was his teacher putting such negative attention on him. 3/11