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This is excellent. Coffee with attitude. Never a boring cup. and I like this too...

Notes for later... I am trying to make quirky observations. Write about the obvious and dismantle the importance of race. Some among me would see me fail, as all they have is the skin on their backs to hold onto. Creating division, segregation and screaming of equality. How hypocritical and illogical it all seems to be to me?  Anthropology is such a rich subject but it lends itself to thoughts of superiority and inflammatory language of the elite. There is an ugly distance created by the viewer and what is being viewed. No interaction just observation and so it becomes one of the ugliest subjects imaginable.  The beauty of African Tradition and their Rituals is that they are flexible. You can expand them, tweak them, bend them and change them at a moments notice in order to accommodate those present at any time. It is like Voodou itself, it is kind and generous to everybody. The West Africans belong to an oral culture so nobody is tied up to some strict doctrine. (There are no...

I am thinking about the children being sent down the mines in Congo and it reminds me of William Blake and the chimney sweeps of London Town and this week the Artists of Africa are exhibiting their artworks in the Capital. This is an ideal opportunity to draw attention to these humanitarian issues. https://www.bl.uk/…/william-blakes-chimney-sweeper-poems-a-… Let us write poems for them..This is my poem. CONGO ORPHANS You send the children because the adults are just too big to work in a space that small...I understand, it is hardly your fault, these children have nobody to parent them, so they become the victims of our Modernity. Working for motoki, black-eyed beans or rice and warm sugary cups of tea. Some as young as six years old, wearing battered t-shirts marked with mud, and ripped shorts housing thin grubby knees and feet covered by tattered old stained plimsolls as they squeeze inside holes digging like moles for a dime size metal worth billions.Winners and losers I guess...

Everyday News Sitting overdosing on pointless information.  Anxiety at an all time high. Too stressed to leave the house for fear of not  understanding my mobile on my return. They have upgraded me. I didn't ask them to and  what have I done to deserve this promotion? Checked my emails that are telling me I need to Link-In  to this Africa, that Africa, Afronauts on the moon  want to connect and am I interested? I need to revise my thinking o n Word for Windows,  as it too, has been upgraded and would I like a new  password as the old one is far too obvious?  "Open Sesame"..... My Apple is writing me notes.  I haven't been on iTunes enough so they are  considering whether or not they want to  keep me as one of their loyal customers.  My Kindle has given up on me even though it has a full battery. Amazon Pride is not being offered to the likes of me.  Ebay have blocked me for virtually stealing one of their jokes.  My ...

Samuel Dalle/Joe Pollitt | The Conductor, 2016 What if? And what if we were to make Earl Grey Tea an illegal substance, banned all smelly cheeses, boycotted the humble bagel whilst outlawing all crisps, French Champagne and barring all sugars. What then? What if we were to legalized drugs and allowed only black shopkeepers to sell them; gave every child matoki from Uganda in Primary Schools and fed the poor with free cassava, okra, sweet potatoes from Nigeria, yams from the cancer tree from South Africa and plantain fufu from Ghana. What then? Human rights, equality for all, FREE TRADE, don't make me laugh. There is a Prohibition on all black people in the USA, Europe and Africa (if they don't own it, you can't have it.)  #Blacklivesmatter Kofi Mensah 30/09/2016

Black Lives Matter | Kofi Mensah ARTWORK | JOE POLLITT BLACK LIVES MATTER This Movement is extremely important. Not just about police brutality in America but black lives across the globe. Here is a poem Kofi wrote that takes on an African beat and plays with the syllables of Black (1) Lives (1) Matter (2) - the poem starts off with 4 syllables and then is reduced to 3 and ends up back with the initial 4 syllables. This is to show how talent, opportunities and lives are squeezed in the middle and then return to normal in the end. Every line is read as a single entity fragmented but also as a whole, as a story told so simply. Not wanting to sound like a singer, a front-man but more like a bass. Not wanting to create a complete band-sound or an orchestra, no, just a bass note of syllables on every line that make up the 4/3/4 style poem. Kofi's intention is to sound like a lost bow-less cello. Saying something as simply as possible, like a jab from a boxer rather than an uppercut or ...

  ABOUDIA | BOMBE FANTOME Private view: Thursday 8 September 2016, 6 - 8 pm Exhibition: 9 - 23 September 2016 13 Mason's Yard, St. James's, London, SW1Y 6BU info@jackbellgallery.com www.jackbellgallery.com