Flashback: #stuckinlisbon

Good day Montreal! Today is bedroom-boom weather. When it’s raining like that, it’s time to stay inside of the house and take care of business, meaning washing the dishes and cleaning and taking care of everything corporal some people call it physical. It’s your boy Dr. Kizomba, the unapologetic motherfucker, still waiting for that Drake […]

Cabin Fever

It’s like this. Good Monday, Mi Gente. I know I’ve been away from the internet for personal reasons. Reasons that I don’t have to tell you motherfuckers. But I gotta thank two cities this past weekend: LA and Atlanta for understanding Donald Trump’s situation. And I gotta thank Flavie one more time for taking the […]

Wakanda – See It Through My Lens

I’m very happy today, this morning, from now and onwards. Why? Black Panther. No! I did not yet see the movie, and y’all niggas please do me a favor. Don’t spoil my ears and try tell me how the story ends. I will take my date, I will sit on them Scotiabank red shock chairs, […]

Day 23 | Gindungo: 12 to go

Good morning Mi Gente. This post is exclusively for my fellow dancers, especially new dancers and new performers that are trying to break  into this kizomba business by any means necessary. Listen here, motherfuckers! I am an artist. Flavie’s an artist. Aka we need to teach classes and we need to travel to make our […]

Day 26 | Bonus Post

Good midnight Mi Gente. It’s with a lot of pride that I tell you that the first real freedom is happening right now. When I was in Portugal, I was talking to my brother from another mother Mr David Hernandez, an amazing promoter of kizomba from New York. We hadn’t seen each other for a […]

Day 26 | Gindungo: 9 to go

Allo Mi Gente, good morning, I know it’s not really good morning, but I feel asleep in Montreal, but I woke up in New York, New York, bitcheeeeeeeeeeeeeees. It is the officially first day out of Canada, and let me tell you, my DM blowing! I feel like I came out of jail. And everybody […]

Day 26 | NYC Subway Saga

The stupidest subway system in the entire universe. First of all, there is a lady sitting at the booth, giving you instructions to go work with a machine that has 600 buttons on it and looks like a fucking Japanese robot. The lady in the booth is extra rude, with a majestic moustache. After I […]

Day 39 | Baltimore: 1 day to go

Good morning Mi Gente, Good afternoon. Good morning again, because its noon.⏰ I will start with my quote of the day “A person who feels appreciated will always do more than is expected”. On that note, Facebook is motherfucking going crazy, man! In a good motherfucking way. All I see is Gindungo Gindungo Gindungo Gindungo […]

Day 40 | Baltimore: Early Flight

Put my shades on, didn’t sleep after Kitaba, packed my bags, sold 3 leggings, had 14 pairs with me, now have 10-11 with me. Got my Asics bag, packed all my leggings at the bottom like a smuggler, put all my clothes on top to make it a little normal. Get to the airport, flying […]

Day 59 | 463.72CAD

🎶This game is economics. I pray you go back to college. All I am seeing is bitches from Queens, go back to Hollis. Maiden without a father, my mother that I acknowledge, I know a crook attorney, last name Sotomayer, I’m breaching these contracts, preachers and gun claps, smoking that Mike Bean until my lungs […]

Delayed Good Times

Maaaaaan, good morning Mi Gente. I’m 😔 . I’m sad that I am not going to be able to be in Lisbon on time for my workshop and parties organized by Miguel and Monica 💔. Thank you to my brother Bonifacio for being my backup this weekend. We are already arranging a new date so […]

Kitaba Was Lit | #stuckinlisbon Flashbacks

Good day Mi Gente, your boy just woke up, Kitaba last night was too good. It’s your boy Dr. Kizomba unapologetic motherfucker. You already know the drill, we don’t have to tell you more. Yesterday was a very grey day because yesterday was grey. When I left my crib, it looked like a sweater day. […]