When the allure of travel is bypassed by border control drama!


via Daily Prompt: Deny

So you decide on a destination. This may or may not entail the accompaniment of friends. You submit the vacation form at work- or if you are anything like me, decide that you are going regardless of whether they approve or deny your request as you have more or less pre-planned your resignation.

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You work, hustle, pray, possibly commit questionable acts to raise the coins to fund said excursion. Sometimes you require a visa, travel insurance, electronic verification services, background checks, excruciating immunizations, a wardrobe revamp, a refill of contraceptives- the list goes on. You search tirelessly for a flight and in times of desperation or plain resourcefulness, almost lose your entire flight money on an outsourced Indian company under the guise of a British flight booking service cipher through airlines, promo codes and 3rd party sites for the ideal price.

Fast forward to the flight. Whether you are a bag of nerves, a complying alcoholic, a pill-popping passenger or simply knocked out, you experience the heavenly hours where you are disconnected from the world belowproviding there is not a demonic, banshee baby on the plane or a Godforsaken brat kicking your chair as his/her clueless mother is none the wiser. 

You land! Yayyyyy! The excitement. The allure. The liberation. The awe. The stress and unorganized queue to the border agents? Psshhh. Water off a duck’s back!

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Until BAM.

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Let’s say you’re in the United States of America and a parent of yours accidentally overstayed with you over 20 years ago when you were a blissfully ignorant toddler. You know, hypothetically speaking. Or maybe not. Something about you alerted the radar of a brainless machine and now need to be escorted to the Immigration/ Criminal/Suspected Terrorist/Sex Trafficking room.

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You are made to wait for a life time, interrogated (without the common sense that you yourself are not a deviant), patronized, asked the same question a million times in a monotone accent and practically deemed fit for a Homeland Security excavation.

The fact that someone, who may be trained, but may lack common sense and initiative, may hold a personal grudge/vendetta, may be a jobsworth with an authority trip or may just be a salty son-of-a-gun, has the power to DENY you from entering a whole country?!

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It is a chilling thought that many overlook. In this situation, you remain calm, or if you are anything like me, welcome your sarcastic, shady, unintentionally facetious retorts as you know you are innocent and are becoming irate– come prepared, have faith in yourself, know the country rules & proceed with a level head, you should be fine. A whole vacation awaits!

Has anyone else encountered any border moments from hell?

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ARTICLE: Winning Music Samples.

In this article, I explore the art of music sampling in 5 (plus a BONUS) personal favorites of mine. Read on to find some well and lesser known samples used in a variety of genres and add them to your playlists. I guarantee you will never hear each song in the same way…. ever again.

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FICTION: ‘Interest.’



Had never encountered someone like him. Infectious. Reflective. Brooding. Sharp. Sunny. Warm. Level Headed. Fragmented in parts but collected. He would be one of the few to enter a sacred place that she sheltered from the majority. Continue reading “FICTION: ‘Interest.’”

FICTION: ‘Slur.’

Slur : This is a prompt I found via The Daily post. I believe that random prompts are an excellent method to challenge your creativity and gets the clocks ticking within your imagination. – @LHenrixx

They cuddled in their normal formation of ‘big spoon, little spoon’ as he jokingly called it. Him, in a fetal position, toned thighs gathered in unison near his stomach… With enough space left for her to sandwich her hands into his obliques. She loved those obliques. She, who stood a whole head and shoulders worth of height under him, snuggled toward his spine. A lavender and sea salt candle infused the room with a floral, musky smell. After a weekend of celebrating their wedding anniversary and two days until the bore of employment returned, they craved rest. Continue reading “FICTION: ‘Slur.’”


I then woke up in a pleasant hazy state, partially confused as I thought I had woken up and called in sick. I even had visualized walking outside, seeing a gray sky and retreating to my bed. I guess I subconsciously wanted this lasting feeling to be upheld as long as possible. I sat on the transfer bus to the penitentiary. Strong, stirring thoughts of the night before. Jonah’s kiss lingered in my psyche. Lingered long, strong and hard. I hadn’t wanted to sell myself a pipe dream, especially not after my last relationship and the after-effects, but when it came to the brief instances I had shared with Jonah, what a piece of pipe to dream over. I was glad I decided to take up his offer for a date. It took my mind off the Warden, the looming verdict of the planted contraband in my office, my inmate case files. He took my mind off the prison and from the unfortunate and untimely outcome of the racially profiled, looming death penalty Dericks’ case.

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ARTICLE: ‘Death to Mumble Rap’ for @ItchySilk Mag

A necessary, raw, literary observation of the current, empty music ‘wave’ otherwise known as ‘mumble rap’. The definition is self explanatory. #KnowBetterDoBetter #SaveYourselves

Check it Out!: http://itchysilk.com/lil-yatchy-young-thug-et-al-what-the-fuck-are-you-saying-no-really/

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POEM/VIDEO: ‘Wanderlustful’

A visual, truthful ode to ‘Wanderlust’ (definition: a strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world). This project combined visual artists, a photographer, a fellow poet and a mood-setting, melodic music score (all contributors available in the credits).

If you lack substance, you and I lack longevity,
My dreams take place in New York
Where forks rest, entangled in tastes from Mounted dishes of fish tacos, giros and deli sides,
My fantasies reside in Cairo to Castries,
Markets and Marrakesh to Marigot Bay’s trees,
Erogenous escapes bring ease to me; I said erogenous escapes bring ease.

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