My best friend is getting married this coming fall and I can’t believe it! Is that how old we are!? I say that jokingly, but I’m serious – we’re at that age. Where people are getting married, starting families, buying houses and other adult decisions are being made. When did this happen? I remember when we were sitting up late at night, chatting on our messengers about boys we couldn’t stand but dealt with anyway, celebrity gossip and drama, drama, drama. Now, we’re planning for her to get hitched! What a difference a decade makes.

I’m so excited that I can be by her side when she says I do to her soul mate. It’ll be a ‘what if?’ come true, sis. I’m so happy that you’ve finally found your person.

And remember, Arab up next! ❤



What if Series #1: What if the Black dollar circulated near exclusively among Black people?

Powernomics is the name of the game. And knowing how and where to hit them where it hurts – in their pockets – is how we win. Once we realize that we control the economic resources in this monopoly game and band together, we’ll rise above this social disproportionality. Literally and figuratively.

African Blood Siblings

In the Service of our Ancestors and African Love,
Listen Seeker, I come in peace,

“An answer brings no illumination unless the question has matured to a point where it gives rise to this answer which thus becomes its fruit. Therefore learn how to put a question.” — African Proverb

As part of the What if Series, I explore the question

What if the Black dollar circulated near exclusively among Black people?
By Onitaset Kumat

Children love treats; lovers too. On a train, I sat across from a european jew whose child begged him for his favorite chocolate. Nearby, a young oriental girl sipped on a strange tea. Farther, a man with an accent from england ate chips. Despite my experience with chocolates, teas and chips, I could not recognize a single brand. Yet, when I saw a white-american child snacking in his corner, I noticed he ate the same…

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Third Time’s A Charm

Now is as good of a time to start as any, so…

I started this blog thing I don’t know how many times before, but this time I’m fully committed to freely expressing myself via the interwebs. There’s no time for fear, especially not now with all that’s going on. It’s time for LIFE and life was made for LIVING. Fear has no room in that equation. So, enough hiding. Here we go!

Flying Lotus Album Release Party


It was a pretty chill Tuesday evening as the sun set on Los Angeles, a lively group lined the outer perimeter of the Mack Sennett Studio, chatting about the day and days to come, excited about the YOU’RE DEAD! release about to take place. Many of us did not know what to expect from this party; a few others and I went to the Little Dragon TumblrIRL event in May, but had not gotten the chance to make it in the door. We speculated but nothing could have braced us for the rapture that was to come.

The gates here welcomed us — entering the smoky, haunted halls, greeted by a smiling Michael Jackson, we crossed over. A looming death eater (a hooded and masked Flying Lotus) walked in our midsts, roaming back and forth to guide us, introducing us to purgatory. Lights flashed and cracked like lightning, the bass like thunder. On a highlighted, red screen projected shadowed beings, our spirits, as we continued on the journey to our final resting place.

DJ PBDY (P-Body) started the ceremonious evening off with bangers that rattled your brain loose from your noggin. My neck still hurts from nodding so hard. Monster beats shook and swayed corpses free of flesh to reveal rattling skeletons. Serenading us like a dear friend reading our eulogy, the string quartet raised and praised our souls. The heights the soprano violin held you at, made you feel suspended in the air. Just there.



The spiritual dance was not over. Thundercat then riffed and wailed with his jazz ensemble, launching us to different dimensions with heavenly solos.

As for FL’s album itself, it’s hard to captivate its entirety into words. It bangs, it throbs, it rocks, it rolls, and it especially soars. Jazzy undertones match obliterating kicks of bass to make an eclectic conundrum of curtained sounds.

The sincerely special thing I observed was that every artist became a part of the audience when their set was over. Flying Lotus himself walked over to the watch Thundercat’s set just after announcing them a few minutes earlier, I made my way in behind DJ PBDY; everyone was there to enjoy the art.

What do you think the afterlife is like? This is the imagined concept of Lotus’ album, from his idea of what it would be like after this realm is no longer in need of us. When you can lose track of time and get lost in every rise, fall, hit, and drop of the music that’s when you know you have truly made a masterful piece of work, a feat Flying Lotus can say he has done. Paradise awaits, get it here.

Thank you Flying Lotus, Thundercat, and the whole crew, and TumblrIRL for putting on such a spectacular event, truly a once in a lifetime production.