Wow.
So you know that really beautiful girl you see at parties?
When she laughs bells tinkle and angels gasp.
Because you know that she’s clever and lovely and passionate and doing something far more amazing than you. And you just hope that maybe if, a few moments after she’s passed you, then you can touch your toe in some of the sparkle dust that she’s left in the trail of her shadow. Because yes, she’s so much person that even her shadow leaves a trail.
And she’s intense. And you always feel a little bit of a fraud when she talks to you. Like surely you can’t be cool enough for this amazing person to be talking to you. But she does. Because she’s awesome and sincere and nice. Genuinely nice. And even if you do feel a little insecure enough to want to find some reason to dislike her, you just can’t.
Nope. Nothing.
And she’s *so* incredibly down that she’s even written and performed (and given you a signed copy of) a poem that you adore for it’s candor. It is, after all, a FUCK YOU poem and heaven knows, all of us have a little emo enough in us to want to write one or have written one before.
Shailja is doing some amazing things.
She’s got performances in Africa. Africa for gawdsakes people. Africa.
World Social Forum , in the groundbreaking cultural initiative:
Moving People: Africa-Asia Interface on Migration, Exile and Diaspora
This collaborative five-day event will encompass art exhibitions, panel discussions, poetry performances, film screenings, live music and theatre - and of course, excerpts from Migritude.
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