Day 2.0 | Texas Midnight Post

I went to a restaurant with some friends in San Antonia. The resto was pretty dope. I saw a Texas flag on the door. My ignorance, but also not knowing every single flag in America – these states flags are a little crazy if you know what I am talking about, I’m feeling a little […]

Day 2.1 | Goodbye Wakanda Weekend

Good Monday to everybody. Yes, your boy Dr. Kizomba is already at the airport. Yes, I need my coffee. I gotta give it up for San Antonio, thank you so much for having me this weekend. It was amazing. It was priceless. But more importantly, it was lit. I was able to see old friends, […]

Day 80 | Texas: 3 days to go

Good day. The internet is BUG-GING. And I dunno why. Well, I kinda know, but it’s kinda history, we gotta move on. Today, Montreal has beautiful weather. Sunshine, sunshine reggae, reggae reggae. 🎼 Last night, I was trying to watch the movie Maze Runner 2, but that motherfucker was so long I fell asleep. I […]

Day 81 | Texas via Chicago

I really don’t like the food on the plane. It tastes weird. So I make sure I got my sandwich. Yes I know I’m being a little cheap. I got my water too because I really don’t know where they get their water from, that plane water don’t taste like mineral water. I dunno if […]

Day 81 | Texas via Chicago via Houston

Just arrived at Chi-town, one hour behind Montreal, I did some time travelling and still managed to miss my flight. I dunno actually, I’m going to my gate to find out what the heck is going on. Now that I see some black people, I guess I am in Chicago. Hopefully I don’t cross Kanye […]

Day 81 | Texas: Here I come

Just crossed the American border, again. Good morning. Swagger 100. Going to Chicago, gonna lay low there for a little bit, headed to San Antonio for the Wakanda weekend. The name of my agent this time was Martinez but he didn’t look Latino at all. That motherfucker was grilling me, asking me what I was […]

Day Ooops | Wakanda Weekender

Well. Wakanda weekend. Amazing San Antonio. The weather, amazing. Old friends, amazing. I finished my first semba workshop. Amazing. Always planting cookies on student’s minds. Shit that motherfuckers don’t usually think about but is very important on the dance floor. That’s why your boy is named Dr. Kizomba. I have a sad news to tell […]