Once in a while I conduct my own little social experiment. One of such involves visiting a place outside my domain; a place where the people that know me may not necessarily expect me to be, but to me it just serves as a satisfaction of a deeper intellectual curiosity and of what inevitably killed the cat.
I finally got to try the Apache Cafe on Sunday night for their open mic.
I was so afraid going into it because I had heard that the neighborhood was unsafe, outside the cafe is unsafe for women to walk alone and that people hang around smoking weed. Yep. It was all this and then pretty normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. I'm Nigerian, how unsafe can it be?
The poetry was a bit too much of the same, dealing with social strife and anger and discontent at the inadequacies of the opposite sex, much like what I spit out here everyday. But if that's what's on their mind, let them say it. I just thought maybe there would be more, "I love you so much the clouds open" type of poems, or "I don't know who I am in this world", or "I have come to love who I am and that person is..." type of poem, like self-discovery poems or hopelessly in love poems, maybe these are issues people do not necessarily deal with. I know I've never come close to being in love in Atlanta, close to being in hate and tearing a brother's head apart, or close to being angry at a brother's success because he treated you way wrong type of pain. And I thought men in Nigeria were disappointing.
The poetry was a bit too much of the same, dealing with social strife and anger and discontent at the inadequacies of the opposite sex, much like what I spit out here everyday. But if that's what's on their mind, let them say it. I just thought maybe there would be more, "I love you so much the clouds open" type of poems, or "I don't know who I am in this world", or "I have come to love who I am and that person is..." type of poem, like self-discovery poems or hopelessly in love poems, maybe these are issues people do not necessarily deal with. I know I've never come close to being in love in Atlanta, close to being in hate and tearing a brother's head apart, or close to being angry at a brother's success because he treated you way wrong type of pain. And I thought men in Nigeria were disappointing.
Being there just let me know one thing. Yes I can. My self discovery involves leaning on myself getting to do things on my own and not waiting on anyone, no girlfriend, boyfriend or any friend to accompany me anywhere, if I could vacation alone in Vegas surely, downtown Atlanta at 8pm at night should not be that much of a big deal. Shhhhheeeeehhh!!!
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