Tribal Paint

Most of these images are created by the amazing Nigerian brother, Laolu Senbanjo. His work is so dope. Regardless, I love tribal paint. It is commanding and against the grain. It invokes the energy of powerful African warriors, tribeswomen and tribesmen and the creativity and adaptability of Diasporans across the globe. Decorative, intriguing, and downright sexy, tribal paint has been a muse-like turn-on of mine for years. I digitally collect many of these images on Pinterest, but wanted to take a moment to express my appreciation for the art form – on Nubian Core. -Dubaku

The Groundshaker – Grace Jones

I was obsessed with Grace Jones in the 80’s, particularly after watching A View to a Kill and Conan the Destroyer. BUT, living in a Bible belt world I began to actually look down on her art and freedom – which at the time was labeled everything from a whore, to irresponsible, to a sell-out. Some of that fell off with her depiction of the Queen in Shaka Zulu.

As a kid in the 80’s, I watched MTV whenever possible. It helped to better understand the NYC universe. We wanted to be Turbo and Ozone, loved the Jungle Brothers and De La Soul, and wanted to live the nightlife of all the knock-off Studio 54’s (where Grace Jones was once a fixture).

Hard to hear, but you should get the point.

It was vicarious – it was the fantasy… New York had its mystique and it was irreplaceable. It felt good to play our house music cassettes and of course, I could fantasize about Grace Jones all I wanted!

And now, at 71 solar returns , the Taurus, the bull, Grace Jones is still on fire – fresh, flirty, and fine.  I’m still celebrating this ground-shaking Jamaican born beauty.  And, who can forget the legendary Strange’ birthing the perfume bottle in Boomerang – or resist the pussy, pussy, pussy call – classic.  #naturistvibe

MUSES ed:1

The Goddess

I see you. I need you. Quench my thirst. Spark my fire and inspire my verse. Cause me to let out the lion’s roar …with your name in the growl. The sweet Goddess. I need my Muse. Awaken my spirit and give me strength with your attentive Beauty. Demand that I stand strong in the winds of change and in the dull moments, pull the inventive fire from my gut. And I will demonstrate the potency of your power (womb)manifested through art. The world will soon recognize the impenetrable nature of our existence and part like black sea. Allowing space for you and me. We create naturally.

Badoula

Delightful Read with a Soundtrack…
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Dangerous Queen…
Making music, mistakes, and babies.
Listening, learning, reading, writing.
Exciting every brotha in her gaze, dumbfounded and twisted in her maze.
She is fire and desire, burning the souls of cash money makers and rhyme slayers alike. Intellectuals and sell-outs.
They all love this culture crooner, exemplifying the kuumba.
Frightening love maker, ’cause her sexuality penetrates the minds of many.
She be selective with the penetrators.
Only the way true Queen get down.
Not pointless pumping from clowns, only cultivators who plant the seed deep.
Deep into womb, exposing orange moons, the doula dances to her own rhythm.
 
Influencing the protégés, they are in need of courage and spirit and voice.
Still crushing critics with creativity.
Falling off the radar, then blasting the charts, hearts and souls of her love affair fans. This danger queen be bombing, sounding the alarm when the masses get caught up.
She spinning webs like cameras on celebs, coating and cloaking the eyes,
often operating in disguise.
Flawed and fearless, shameful and tainted, but the queen still dips and delves in Motherland moves and righteous grooves.
The babies be made and born and paid and adorned by daddies.
Cyphers and talismans, smudging the challenges.
Danger queen on the scene.
 
 
 
She be on the Other Side, serving as Master Teacher,
cuz she a Suthin Gurl,
 
 
She be a beast wit it.
Don’t look her in the eyes, your third eye may go blind.
That’s how her power pushes through the elements.
You had best be on point, or soon become irrelevant.
No love is lost, just bring it or be tossed.
Nothing wrong with standing for what you believe in, right Ms. Wright?
 
Well fact is, she is honest and fearless and I still love her.
Give me the chance and I’ll take her, make her my Mrs, make her my business.
 
I could go on and on and on and on.
My eternal muse making me moan and yearn and groan and burn.
Sho nuff, my heart is foreva on fire for this Dangerous Queen.  Ya dig?
 
Peace.
 
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