Showing posts with label around the world. Show all posts
Showing posts with label around the world. Show all posts

23.5.10

I'm a little mad at this.


But I'm pretty sure they were complimenting me so hey, no harm no foul.

20.5.10

Arabian Nights (Look what I copped)





Since I don't have any hair to clip the head piece into we must find another solution. I love this country, even though it's forced sobriety on me, the shopping possibilities are mother lovingly ENDLESS.

2.5.10

05.02.10

The beauty of life is vast and magnificent, immeasurable and unknown, life and death could be one in the same, one could simply be a pathway to another. I find it hard to imagine that these little children's souls, that the light I saw in Ayisha's eye's this morning will pass forever, never to be seen again. After walking through this unit my believe in reincarnation is reinforced.

I don't believe the Creator would waste such magnificence, especially magnificence created by his own hand.

A child is a terrible thing to lose, you can call it my coping mechanism but there are too many questions about the scientific make up of my soul for me to believe that after death there is nothing else.

I refuse to believe that that little boy I saw the first day I got here, the little boy with the smeared Quran verses in blue ink on his forehead who died the next day's soul is lost forever.

It's just too cruel.

You can sit there and say that life is cruel, but it is what we have put into our lives that has made it thus, all these material items, all these man made destruction has made our existence difficult.

Did God make war? Did God create murder?

Christianity states that he gave us free will, and with that free will we paved our own path. Perhaps he's simply been watching us create our own disastrous cause and effects. Simply waiting for it to either all end, or for us to change.

All he gave us was the stage, and the ability to act on it. We provided the props, the costumes, the food we consume, we've altered everything.

I hear the prayer call and wonder how many Muslims have stopped their tasks to get on their knee's and pray. I also wonder if the same rules where implemented in Christianity would I have done it 5 times a day? As twisted as Islam is, Christianity is just as warped...but at least the Islamic faith remains dedicated.

At least they're dedicated.

28.4.10

04.28.10

So I'm in Egypt. On route to Damman, Saudi Arabia.

This is a very strange experience for me, something completely out of the ordinary, something I don't think I'll really get used to.

1. I'm pretty sure I'm the only black female in the room.
2. All these hoes is covered the fuck up.
3. Finding a place to sit was a harrowing adventure. Are you allowed to sit next to the dudes? What about these babes? How do they feel about me? Cause you know when a white person gives you a stank look your first thought is that he's hating on your color.

Here? There are way too many reasons to hate.

Oh shit, I see curiosity.

They could hate cause I'm black, or cause I have a vagina, because I'm black and I have a vagina, because I'm American, because I'm black have a vagina and I'm American, because I'm bald, because I'm black, have a vagina, I'm American and I have no hair. Really match up any of the options and hate away.

I seriously stood in front of all these people for a while measuring the safest place to sit, must have enough women around me for my presence to be deemed appropriate, do not talk to any males unless immigration officers or an employee of the freaking airport....I'm even scared someone's gonna talk cause I pulled out my laptop.

A little ignorant of me I know, but this is unchartered territory, that I really have no idea about and the in the realm of humanities ability to hate you have to be careful. I'm not calling anyone terrorists, I'm just saying that I know this culture to be xenophobic, xenophobic and angry, xenophobic, angry and sexist.

And it's not just the age old tale of the bullied American in the land of Arabia, nigga I'm BLACK. That is something you can't really account for, does anyone really know how they really feel about us? Am I tolerated because so many of my brothers and sisters are muslim? Or am I the regular old "black dog?" I mean I'm still American (American passport holder), so does that cancel out any points my brethren may have earned for me?

I saw my first possible harem. There were at least 15 women in the all black contraption with a guy in the all white, I must learn the names for all these things...

So much to learn. It's 6:25 in Ghana right now. Everyone is probably awake, and when I say everyone I'm very specific to three people. My favorites in that country.

I've seen some really hot Arabian guys by the way, I think like the Indians they posses that funny trait, the either REALLY FINE or REALLY UGLY trait. There is no in between up in this bitch.

Like some of these babes (at least the ones who's faces I'm permitted to see) are fine as hell. But they're all so white. Don't they know they look better with tans?

Did they not see Jasmine?

It'd be sad to see if the bleaching skin epidemics touches this melanin lacking individuals. Don't they know that those products wreck havoc on your skin? By the time your 40 you'll look 150. The only thing that'll ever crack black is bleaching products.

This bitch has on aviators....wouldnt it be funny if I found some sick bad girl clique in this country? Sick and hilarious.

Over here if you get caught smoking a joint you'll get your ass stoned, all these little rich girls who's families have been drowning in arab money since the beginning of time risk their lives sick of what? Boredom?

......some would argue that they really don't have "life".

But what exactly defines the meaning of a "life"? My definition can't be used to measure the worth of their existence, we're all different people, different cultures, different understanding of things.

All I'm saying is that this bitch in the aviators looks like she's been sucking some secret dick and I know where she's going that shit is illegal, and she also looks like she don't give any flavor of a fuck.

BUT DAMN THESE ARE SOME PRETTY ASS LITTLE KIDS!!!

We're boarding.

brb.

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30 minutes until we land, I started the journey basking the small sunlight my window seat afforded me, the sun has since changed it's direction but even though I lack it's warmth the view is splendid.

Desert for daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaays.

I've been fantasizing about on location desert photo shoots the entire ride, having a little bit of lost in translation when it comes to bathroom breaks though, I don't know why this old lady thinks a bald black girl wearing men's clothing will know how to speak freaking Arabic. I was so desperate to pee I almost tried "Durka durka", fuck you South Park for feeding my illicit ignorance, I am also the only black single female on this flight, my walk to the bathroom was very quick and agile, all these mofo's were rubber necking.

Too much attention, I wish I had that Harry Potter invisibility cloak. It gets unnerving sometimes, especially when you're not sure if what makes you stand out in the crowd won't get you killed.

We're landing.

Lol brb.

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What a whirlwind of an experience, this place is amazing, huge success in the middle of the freaking desert, yet such confusion, common sense seems to go past a lot of people here.

I'm currently at my Mum's hospital, in her 2nd (yes 2nd) office, feeling very small in a very big world. We've come far from Northumberland Avenue, she's worked so hard to get here and I'm so proud of her. All my drama, all the family drama, pales in comparison to what she has accomplished, I can see why she's so zenned out right now. She doesn't need to worry about shit.

My bbm works perfectly over here as well btw. Isn't that amazing? The architecture I've seen here so far is even more astounding.

There is just so much to talk about, where on earth would I begin?

For some reason I can't sign on to my blog, depressing, so I'll just update through notes.

Besides I missed your comments.

I'm dead tired though, I might add on more when my brain is well rested.

Always thank Jah for today, yesterday and tomorrow.

14.4.10

4/14/10

I don't know how to start this. What should I say exactly? This feeling is so foreign to me now, typing on a fully functioning keyboard, actually allowed to share my thoughts as fluidly for me as possible. There's just so much that needs to be recorded, I won't say that these are the best years of my life because no one will ever know tomorrow, but we remain thankful for it still. 


I named her Cleo, the MacBook Air my mother so graciously bestowed upon me. My previous MacBook, purchased by a one Hilarious Dodoh, is now basically in ruins after having jumped so many countries so many times it was surely on its last leg this year. I kept that thing for 3 years, it feels good to work on something new. After all that seems to be what my entire life is about right now, the pursuit of "new", perhaps I shouldn't generalize it so, I mean on average I can be satisfied by the simplest of means, perhaps I meant to say is that I am on the hunt for something "new" in my percentage of human interaction. I'm always fucking with this person or that person, with no malicious intent of course, simply out of pure boredom. Human beings are the most dazzling of puzzles one can amuse ones self with. And I've always loved puzzles. 


My life is very interesting right now, there are a lot of boys, a lot of sex, a lot of scandal and a lot of laughter, honestly everyday I wake up I think "What will show on Gossip Girl Ghana today?"


I'm going to write about all my exploits, it needs to be recorded before it is forgotten.  


Moping achieves absolutely nothing. 


I don't know why niggas keep on employing the use of it.


I'm afroboujie, I'm cosmopolitan, I'm determined to give myself everything I deserve, I won't lose, I won't let anyone win, all I have to do is ask and it will be mine, I understand that small part of this gigantic world, I understand that part of my  soul. Ask and it shall be given. The age old tale of success within ones self. 


There's not really a lot to say once you've said that.


A lot's been going on man, And I find myself just standing and watching as it all flows around me. Like in those speed shots where the world is buzzing and this once human being is just standing there staring. I've become easily detachable, easily bored and more unwilling to invest in other human beings emotionally. 


I don't ever want another father.


It's simply nothing new to me, same book different cover. Same old "You're so beautiful, I can take you places" every nigga rubber necking trying to stick a claim to me. This one cat said there's something Nicki Minaj about me, it's probably the attitude. I've discovered that since I'm so pretty I can get away with saying a lot, a lot meaning the truth. I took it as a compliment, least he didn't hit me with the Amber Rose. Gotta make being black white too huh?


Ever since the invention of lying really, when I saw Jennifer Garner just spit it like that, without intending on causing any harm just telling the plain old truth. It touched me. 


I fucks with that hardbody. 


I'm becoming one of those girls I always wanted to be. Those chicks in the American sitcoms, with the freedom, the style, the attitude and it's just so strange how naturally it came, and the uncanny ability to be in really cool places at really cool times, without really caring. I've achieved the perfect level on nonchalance. 


When we walked out of the club it was 7 in the morning, we then left the supers and went to the other ones. Smoked, laughed and chilled. Hope they follow me on Twitter. They said I was too boujie, I say that's bullshit. At the end of the day you're all human beings just like I am so I don't give a fuck who you are, Frankey will always be Frankey ya get me? I'm too down to earth man.


I'm too much of a pot head to be a groupie chick. 


Lets follow each other on Twitter yeah? 


So I can have my life, but you're still aware of my existence. Just be aware. Know that yes, chicks like me have survived the mass cultural cattle take over and hold fast to my intelligence. 


Because yeah I'm hot, it's something my sick mind is learning to exploit, it's like a new toy. Before it was just there you know, I wasn't really sure if I was pretty and I didn't really care. I thought about other things fashion, drugs and music. Philosophy, History, Art and Legend of Zelda. 


I haven't had successful sex in like 800 years. It'll be the icing on the cake when I finally get some damn ass. 


Too many niggas and not enough hoes. 


Jane's career is about to take the fuck off. Mine as well. 


Life is great. 


Jah Bless forever more.


Thank Him for today, tomorrow and yesterday. 


Especially tomorrow.


CAUSE IT'S MY MOTHERFUCKING BIRTHDAY!!!

2.6.09

Kim Jong-il nominates heir.

You know that crazy little asian guy who wants to blow up America? Yeah apparently he's nominated his 3rd and last son to run the country after his death...if he's not already dead. My question is...isn't...it supposed to be like the first born son? 

Read the article here

Kinda ridiculous. The only real communist dynasty left run by a plethora of rabid war hungry attention whores.

Just saying...

31.5.09

Do you really have to do this?

US Warns North Korea of a Quick Response

I mean do you really have to get into it before I get rich and famous? Can you not wait till I'm like a gajillionaire before you start talking about blowing up the planet? Shit my nigga I wanna be able to afford another planet before this shit starts. Nigga shit.

17.5.09

Pfft like this is anything new.

Nigerian's MP charged with fraud. 

42 million dollars though? Do I need to start fucking with the nigerian government? Because 42 million dollars could buy a lot of shoes. >_>

Franki xx. 

15.5.09

Oh Naija...

Nigeria rebels promise an all out war...again. 

In your entire history of fighting these people who exactly have you helped Mr. Nigeria Oil Rebels, you haven't helped your own country that's for sure, in fact you've killed hundreds of native Nigerian people in your attempt to  "free" the country and you've done this while being amazing un fabulous all the mother fucking while. 

Nigga shit!

Franki!!!

Cocaine in the AIR?!

So apparently you can hop on over to Madrid and/or Barcelona and get yourself a nice little high because the oxygen is fucking laced with COCAINE.

Spanish Study Shows Cocaine in the Air in Madrid and Barcelona

And can you believe it? There are higher concentrations over the weekend. The scientists say it won't affect you, but we both know they're just saying that shit so the tourist boards won't rip 'em a new one.

So should we book a flight out? And how much cocaine in the air does Atlanta have?

Franki xx.

14.5.09

The fuck?

Slumdog Millionaire kid stars haven't gotten shit. 

That movie has made over 200 million world wide so why on earth haven't these kids even seen a penny? The boys home was demolished for goodness sake! What the fuck is wrong with you people?! GIVE HIM A CUT!! 

Money makes people so fucking ugly. 

Franki xx.

13.5.09

This dude's the president?!

"Self-proclaimed polygamist Mr Zuma was acquitted of rape in 2006 when he conceded having unprotected sex with his accuser, an HIV-positive family friend, but said he showered afterwards to prevent infection"

Mr. "Zuma" is the fucking President of South Africa, and this has to be the dumbest statement I have read all day. He "showered" afterwards to prevent infection? Word? Is that how you feel?

Read the rest of the idiocy here

Franki. 

Around the World - Sri Lankan Civil War



A before and after shot of the Sri Lankan hospital war zone. All those white little boxes that have mysteriously disappeared in the second shot? Yeah. Buildings. 

Here at FrankiSayz we're determined to not only bring you the latest fashion and social commentary  but also bring you news from around the globe to combat the feverish ignorance that is taking over our youth. 

Ignorance ain't sexy. 


Franki xx.