EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW with the Swedish writer-director Niclas Gillis on his recent film “Hold Me Down.”
Loving and Breathing Fashion Nadege Ngongo was born in the Republic of Congo, Central Africa. She comes from humble beginnings, where both her parents were into a variety of businesses. When she was very young, Nadege moved to France and was quickly exposed to a world of Art and Fashion.
HAPPY Valentine’s Day to all our readers. This is probably the only day where bad weather means nothing – we’re happy, and we’re planning on getting lots of loving. Every February 14, across the United States and in other places around the world, candy, flowers and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. Here are some fun facts about valentine’s day that you can tell your other significant ones and keep the day jolly.
Angélique Kidjo (born on July 14, 1960) is a Grammy Award–winning singer-songwriter and activist from Benin that is well known for her diverse musical influences and creative music videos. She has been coined as the “Africa’s first Diva” by Time magazine.
Hakeem Kae-Kazim stars as Mr. Scott in his third series of Michael Bay’s and STARZ Black hit series Sails
Well known to audiences across the world, Hakeem Kae-Kazim has enjoyed roles in some of Hollywood’s biggest Blockbusters, such as Hotel Rwanda, X-Men: Wolverine and Pirates of the Caribbean. He gained a wealth of fans playing Colonel Ike Dubaku in the seventh season of Fox TV’s 24, since 24, Hakeem has racked up an impressive list of credits in Hollywood’s most popular TV series, including his latest Gotham. Thankfully this talented actor is back for a third series playing Mr. Scott in Michael Bays and STARZ popular television series Black Sails.In Black Sails Kae-Kazim stars as Mr. Scott, a former slave who has risen in stature, Mr. Scott like all the characters in this popular show are based on people that existed in the 17th and 18th century.
The south African Diva is continuing on her quest to reach a global audience for her music. She has recently been touring in the United States and will continue to be one of our top AM start to track this year.
A few months later, we received the acknowledgement of our application from the immigration office. Towanda started visiting me frequently and making demands. She wanted a new phone, her car broke down and needed fixing, or she simply needed cash. She expected me to sort out her financial problems.
I couldn’t believe her. I loved her. I would never leave or hurt her. I assured her that if I managed to travel with the Chief that I would immediately send for her once I became settled. She was my soul mate. We were meant to be together and will be together. She was soon reassured and cheered up again.
We continued to watch her as she hitched up her skirt and waded into the river, moving nearer to the marshes to scoop fresh water into her bucket. She started dragging the bucket filled with water back to the banks and I quickly rushed to help her raise and balance the bucket on her head.
I was absolutely convinced that the shock of this squalid and sordid environ would have proved to be too rough on my gentle Maryam. I wouldn’t have endured exposing her to the constant sight of drunken men clutching alcoholic beverages half-disguised in brown paper bags while staggering precariously on the streets.
I had used to dream of Maryam sitting in the car beside me on our way home from the airport, picturing the wonderment and joy in her voice. How thrilled she could have been and bursting into her peculiar hearty laughter at any and everything. She’d have detailed her flight to me in that unaffected manner of hers. It would have been her first time on air, travelling on a plane. She had a fear for heights and regularly marveled at the mystery and ability of planes flying up in the sky. It scared her somewhat, the idea of flying.
Story by: Ejine Okoroafor (Part 1 of 6)
‘Hello, hello. Gogo, are you there, can you hear me?’ I heard the worried voice of my brother, Ndudi, inquiring from the other end of the phone line. He feared our phone connection had dropped but nonetheless had continued to shout, ‘Gogo, hello, Gogo, hello, are you there?’
I heard him clearly but was unable to respond or assure him that I was still on the line and could hear him. I gripped the phone tightly, pressed to my right ear while trying to hang on to the conversation and maintain my balance at the same time. I was dizzy. My mind was muddled. I struggled to comprehend the dreadful news that he had just relayed to me. I felt dazed, transfixed with shock and unable to move or talk. My spirit seemed to have exited outside of my body, leaving me hollow. Continue reading "Broken Promise – Part 1 of 6"