So, the Jakara movement show went down, and Im now at SFO waiting to go to BOS…(delayed flight)
This trip was funded by the Jakara heads in Cali. They’re an organization that spreads the knowledge of Sikhi through various regional camps around California.
At first, I thought they must have crazy funding to bring me out from Canada to perform…sweet lord, I was itching to get out of the house. The impressive thing about Jakara, is that there are so many young people running it. They know so much about the heritage I have.
I learn about my own heritage through the conflict of others…it helps me re-evaluate “me”.
Anyway, I thought this trip was a blessing. First, because I got to travel for free to perform my own original music. This has happened to me before, but never among the community im supposedly from. The trip to Cali, in itself was dope…I flew to toronto (thanks kitt), attended my nieces graduation from Junior high school (sort of), drove with humble to buffalo where we told border security that we were ‘rappers’. He then asked us what our day job were. We arrived at buffalo international fassy clot airport, when security placed me in a glass cube because I beeped when I passed through the gates.
I sat on a chair in this transparent cube, like Magneto. They frisked, and frisked, and frisked. I got aroused, im not going to lie.
Something needs to be said about being more sexually stimulated than scared of fucking security. Ha!
Anyway, Humble and I were twice more shown love on both ends of the walkway to the actual airplane…before, and right at the door of the airplane.
love love love.
will continue later…now bording. I hope they show me love.
…continued
Day 1, nap on the pacific coast, stars between Fresno and SFO….
Day 2, conference and tons of love from the local Sikhs
Day 3, we perform…
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