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Mango Tongue...: November 2007
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Thoughts. Ramblings. Heavy-hipped. Mango-obsessed. A Saturday Well Spent. Imagine. 100's of women marching from Trafalgar Square thru Tottenham Court Rd to University College London chanting. Whatever we wear, wherever we go – yes means yes and no means no'. I went to a women's march last Saturday called Reclaim the Night. Marching against male violence and rape. I found it quite empowering to just be amongst so many women - there must have been at least 700 of us. Couple of things that stuck in my mind:.
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Mango Tongue...: June 2008
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Thoughts. Ramblings. Heavy-hipped. Mango-obsessed. I got woken up unceremoniously around 4.15am by a woman screaming in the car park, so I'm up. Her defiance was in complete contrast to the couple I wrote about previously. Where the man was effing and swearing at her and she said nothing, did nothing, except smile. So, I'm up – can't sleep - pigeons cooing occasionally in my balcony. It's quiet now, as if none of the drama happened less than an hour ago. The McChicken or Egg McMuffin? And a loving father.
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Mango Tongue...: Good Morning, World...
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Thoughts. Ramblings. Heavy-hipped. Mango-obsessed. Good Morning, World. There's this guy. I see him often. Like clockwork, at around 10.30am most days, he'll walk past, empty the remnants of his beer can down his throat and chuck it in a wheelie bin. Same routine. Same wheelie bin. Today, he walks past.opening a fresh can.at 7.36am. Meanwhile, minutes earlier, a prostitute pigeoned round the bus stop looking for cigarette stubs. A car beeps her. She disappears behind a tree. Down a rabbit hole.
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Mango Tongue...: October 2007
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Thoughts. Ramblings. Heavy-hipped. Mango-obsessed. My History, (Not) My Month. Ask a lot of UK-based working black artists - 'Black History Month' is when they earn a significantly bigger chunk of money than most other months. I'm no exception. And I'm grateful for the opportunity. I commend all schools and organisations that recognise that black history (any history for that matter) is much more than a month, than slavery, and do their best to address it on a deeper level. Labels: black history month.
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Mango Tongue...: February 2008
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Thoughts. Ramblings. Heavy-hipped. Mango-obsessed. Sofa-flavoured Ice Cream, anyone? Ok, so I went out and got my 2 bountiful bars of Bounty ice cream, talked to and caressed them on my way back. Took my trainers off, dashed the keys somewhere, curled up on the sofa and got down to business. Tore open the wrapper, admiring its milk-chocolate frame for a few moments and the sheer genius of its capability to hold me captive ( soon, very soon, we shall be one. How I Normally Have It. Now what do you think I...
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Mango Tongue...: June 2009
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Thoughts. Ramblings. Heavy-hipped. Mango-obsessed. From Bad to Worse…. The prostitution in my area has actually gotten much much worse. It's reached the point where one of my neighbours is moving out. After a while, I knew that it would take someone getting physically hurt for the police to step in and that's, unfortunately, what happened at 7.30 this morning. I love my flat, but today's the first time I've actually thought about moving. But then, why should I be the one to move? From Bad to Worse….
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Mango Tongue...: December 2009
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Thoughts. Ramblings. Heavy-hipped. Mango-obsessed. I watched a film documentary on Channel 4. A few weeks ago: about people who chose to end their lives by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. In San Francisco. Unfortunately, it's apparently a frequent occurrence. In 2004, 24 people fell to their deaths. As I read through the names of the 24 in the end credits, I noticed that most were men. How would I have sold life to him? I can't remember what I said to him. I didn't say much. I listened. On the Channe...
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Mango Tongue...: The Last Airbender...
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Thoughts. Ramblings. Heavy-hipped. Mango-obsessed. I don't go pictures that much. I think the last film I watched. shoot, I can't remember. It's bugging me now. Must remember. Must remember. Or else I won't sleep. FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. Anyway, there's this new fantasy film adaptation coming out called The Last Airbender. A child, Aang, who has the power to control the four elements). Oh, little Aang, taking public transport means that sometimes I too wish I could control the wind. Good Morning, World.
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Mango Tongue...: April 2008
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Thoughts. Ramblings. Heavy-hipped. Mango-obsessed. Img by: Little Li. The mechanical queen bee. Her beauty is striking. Her aura shimmers – cold, silvery blue. She makes her honey. From my complacency,. Then she uses her sting,. Harvested from my negativity. To test her potency on me. Her sting is red hot. For my body to understand. In a kaleidoscope of pain. I know that,. Be immune to her sting. I will be the one. To use her honey. To sweeten my tea. I know that,. From a circle of despair. I'm not sure ...
