Ferry ⛴ | Musings

“I hate when we fight,
She in love with the pipe.”
— Quavo, pick up the phone 📱 

How much do we ask about her freedom to do as she wishes for a change,
WE only care what she does for change yet we don’t want to provide something within her needs range,
Air cannot feed a child or house a family, neither does it dissipate rage,
So respect her for all that she does, achieves and works towards before turning the page.

“I E.F.T my plug a tip
and he delivers to the crib”
— Nasty-C, Coolest Kid in Africa

Because the police are outside and they lie that this herb is bad,
Because in many a mind the natural is behind and needs the boosts of supplements — sad,
Legalise or decriminalise and improve the standards of the truly natural medicine in the country — just that!

“You have a right to all your choices,
It drip like poison.”
— Father feat. Tommy Genesis

It sucks that we proactively suck away women’s willingness to decide for themselves when they come into our lives,
Some are obsessed with controlling them and determining their vibes,
When they curate none entertaining enough themselves to sufficiently provide.

“I write what’s in my heart, don’t give a fuck who fucking with it.”
— J. Cole, False Prophets

Art for me (and you),
Comes from a single initiative,
Meeting others in a manner collaborative,
But it is independent (as it should be),
Of the politics involved in pleasing all,
Because it knows that on its own two legs it cannot fall,
And any reasonable man will eventually see reason after all.


Yours in deconstruction,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Fresh off the Boat.


Occasionally Old

I sometimes miss the old days,
When people would use their eyes to see and their ears to listen,
Hearing is an impaired ability compared to the latter,
But nowadays we just like to flatter so we pretend to be keenly in session,
When we’re really tuned out and in our own mental.


I sometimes miss the old days,
Because in many ways we have lost touch with our foundations,
The music has grown into a beautiful monster,
I suppose that has always been the case though,
But now I just can’t quite get stoned high on the beats, you know?


I sometimes miss the old days,
But there are new kids on the block making sure the memories don’t fade,
There are soldiers going to war so the respect for the true remains,
There, where you look back at a past and stare,
Are the mainstays that are threatened by the new waves,
And just a little to the left,
Are their descendants trying to protect their legacy today.


I guess I’m stuck in the old days every so often,
So if you’re looking for me,
I’ll be in a loud ma-three,
Bumping Jua Cali,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Occasionally Old