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|Topics:||Artists in Mombassa|
“African black son
Walking bare dusty footed under Africans Hot sun.
Black warrior fighter of common man’s rights, learning footsteps
Equality for all oppressed suffering innocent souls
Common man son field street marshal of peace love n’ unity. Justice N LIBERTY
Eradication of black Impunity
Who’s thirsty can only be quenched by a calabash full of better day waters’’
My names are JAMES MASAI PAUL. Named after great grand father n my grandfather. The street call me Jay my Hip-Hop Names are Hustlajay aka Methusuela n Swila ‘Mchiriza Sumu’
A year after the famine of 1984
And three days before the Messiah was born.22nd December 85, an African daughter of the long distance trader’s community pot broke up in a grass thatched African hut, I was held in her two hands and opened my Eyes to wonders of the world ready for life’s long Journey full of hardship.
Welcomed with guards of milk great ululations the elders celebrated by taking palm wine (mnazi) for a warrior had been born. Issues were before she had been exchanged for a basket of millet, later I was circumcised passage from childhood to adulthood
East African COAST of Kenya, MOMBASA. Full of spirits of “FUATA NYANYO’’ footsteps of our National flag Motivation.
Black color for Black people.
Red for the blood shed by freedom fighters green for the lands beauty, white for Peace we cry for day after day.
Walking the path to destiny I traveled upcountry ‘the Nyika plains’ and my grandfather spited blessing into my hands and I rubbed the saliva on my chest and forehead ready for Whiteman ways education for Black civilization.
I JOINED KATYETHOKA Primary School for eight years where I did my primary certificate n passed well, I went to Katheka Boy High School a Missionary School year 2002 – 2005 I sat for my Certificate and passed went to college to pursue journalism my all time dream but due to inadequate finance was forced to quit- for that which is written on books is expensive to buy for it’s the key to better successful life……..
I joined the street University ghetto teaching started my revolution as a Black Child.
Since childhood I had dream of doing Hip-Hop for the Love of the slums, ghetto en street my passion for African beauty and art….@ 20yrs, I never wished to but forces of Nature forced me to trace my roots for as I lived I felt something deep in my soul missing, may be I could get help but all in vain even after discovering my umbilical cord origin”Kitovu Changu’’ had to hustle on my own, since its said once one gets an identity card is a man enough to find his way of life “ no more help start from scratch’’ back to hood I started from the scratch I was told.
To get my daily bread hustling in Indian companies with more work less pay to even cater for my needs full of color discrimination. I watched as they overworked my fellow black people @ very little pay.
If it’s not me who else will stand up hear their cry through my creativity open their eyes to see n their ears to hear.
After all what can we do, poor common man. Still the rich getting richer poor getting poorer.
Hip-hop as a tool. I stand to administer change for the nation wide opportunity for the common man stretching hands to be seen.
The poor child to have a better life full of love.
My inspirations actually inspired by great leaders and legends e.g. Africans writers like Chinua Achebe, Ngugi Wa Thiong’o, Nelson Mandela, Dedan Kimathi especially his quote I would rather die on feet than die standing on my knees.