Ideology, Lack of Sleep and an infectious love for the opposite sex will have me profiling myself as having The Face of Tyson Beckford, The Intellect of Stephen Hawking, The Breath of Sir Alex Ferguson, The Voice of Barry White, The Body of John Cena, The Talent of Jamie Foxx, The Personality of Anthony Robbins, The Calves of Roberto Carlos, The Sense of Humour of Stephen Fry & The Style of David Beckham.
The reality is I do not have the calves of Roberto Carlos…
Lodged somewhere between urban civilisation and greenery, I spend my days penning ideas and thoughts, executing 20% of them and wondering when and how to do the rest. I’m a walking J.COLE “should be” transitioning into the DRAKE “will be” desperately seeking distance from a WAKA FLOCKA FLAME “shall never be”. Prayer, Perseverance and living in the solace that the likes of Rihanna and Emile Heskey somehow made it, keeps me going.
My goal is to host a dinner party with Michael Eric Dyson, Eddie Murphy, Mara Brock Akil, Frankie Boyle, Jeff Stelling, Jeremy Clarkson, Guy Ritchie, Jill Scott, Keenan Ivory Wayans, Stone Cold Steve Austin & Danica Patrick as guests. We’d have jollof rice, stew, chicken, plantain and coleslaw for dinner, carte d’or vanilla ice cream and hot apple pie for dessert and alvaro and hard liquor for refreshments. This day will come.
As one quarter of BWNG I’ll bring creativity to the clichés and give my two pence in unearthing some of life’s unanswered questions. You may not like what I say but you will respect it!
I’m gone (like Alan Shearer’s hairline)
PS: In retrospect I’ve noticed my bio does nothing but drop more names than a Game verse. Sincere apologies but no regrets. Peace! JC
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