Thursday, September 23, 2010

Brian McKnight - Anytime

Good r&b made in the 90's, when it wasn't all just about sex

Monday, September 20, 2010

I miss you so much

You left without saying goodbye
I can’t blame you for not playing favourites, weather girl or guy
I’ve got to keep busy and not dwell on these things
Otherwise it’s a method to my madness…

...but I can’t help it…

I miss you so much
I hope we stay in touch

I knew it before but now that you’re far
I reflect more on the great person that you are
There’s facebook, skype, msn and twitter
But nothing compared to being with you

...That’s why I can’t help it...

I miss you so much
I hope we stay in touch

The hard truth is you are miles apart
I know you had to go and do your thing
You’ve got your goals and dreams to live
But I can’t help it, I wish you were here

I miss you so much
I hope we stay in touch (x 2)
A feeling so helpless, helpless
I miss you so much

Edgar Munguambe 200910

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Still not over you

Still not over you (spicy thai ballad pt 4)

I’ve said this before, I can’t get over you
I saw you with another guy
All I could say was “hi”
All you did was reply with that smile I loved to compliment
Then away you went, hand in hand
You and another man are F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes a love, then comes marriage,
Then comes the baby in a golden carriage
I am jealous
But what’s the use?! Do I want you back? I’m so confused

Why am I still not over you?
I’m still not over you
What’s the use? I’m so confused
I’m still not over you (x 2)

I’m your cyber stalker, viewing your profile again and again
If an event requires your RSVP,
 Even if it’s definitely maybe
I attend in hopes to see your face,
It's usually the case where you don't show up at the place
Though last Saturday you did
Saw you from far in the club, my heart skipped a beat
I couldn’t even sum up the courage to talk to you
Why am I feeling so odd around someone I loved?
I know your parts,
That smile, brings a wrinkle on the left and a dimple on the right
That birthmark on your inner thigh
That beauty mark above your eye
Just to name a few, we were so intimate, me and you
 So why can’t we ever go beyond “hi”?!
But what’s the use?!  Do I want you back? I’m so confused


But wait a sec, thinking of your flaws in retrospect
You’ve stood me up in the cold
 At times you wouldn’t return my calls
Leaving me to sleep and awake with a broken heart
Apologies full of “I love yous” in the afternoon
Only to repeat it all over again and again
You caused me pain, why would I want you back? I’m so confused


Edgar Munguambe 140410

I can't get over you

Me performing "I can't get over you" @ Gil Vicente bar, Maputo

I can't get over you (spicy thai ballad pt 3)

I haven’t seen you since last September, it’s been so long
But I still remember what you had on.
You donned an orange top, golden cornrows and some flops
I wanted us to have lunch,
But tick tock you were in a rush,
So you caught a cab and that was the last of us
Soon after that I had to go to college,
Errands and bad timing didn’t permit us to say goodbye, I acknowledge it
Time passed, as a matter of fact,
It’s been a year since we had any contact
When I came back home
I called you but you must have changed your phone
Because all I heard was a busy tone
I could have visited you by surprise,
But I held my pride
Telling myself I would move on but it was all lies
Every time I pass by the restaurant where I first saw you,
I think about the first moment that inspired the first poem I wrote you
Cupid struck me as I crossed the threshold,
You had me at hello,
And I still walk around with that arrow
Every time I see a fine girl in the distance,
My heart flutters for an instant,
Could it be you? It never is, how can I get out of this trance?
My mind keeps playing tricks
Even when I’m scrolling through my cellphone pics
My homegirl even asked, “Who is that chick?
Besides all the cell pics of your other peeps,
You look at that one with a glow in your eyes that never lies”
I can’t get over you.
Is it so obvious that your memory is not oblivious?
This is vicious
I even hooked up,
But needless to say, I couldn’t fall in love
I would kiss her, thinking of you
And the first time we kissed under the full moon
It was profound and deep,
I even pinched myself to check if I was asleep
It didn’t take a while to see that this new relationship was futile
From time to time she would say or do,
Something that reminded me of you
I called it quits, I was through
Because I can’t get over you, that’s the truth
Though there are lots of girls to mingle,
For months I then tried to stay single,
I thought it would be the best way to deal with it, yet still,
What we had was so real
I can’t get over you, it’s an ordeal
You are on my mind all the time, what a common rhyme
Those memories, those dates, your messages, your body,
Your walk, your talk, your lips, your kiss, your photos, your odour,
I give up! I’m letting my guard down.
I’ll put this pen down and come around
To say it in your eyes that though time flies
I just can’t get over you, I love you
                                                                                                   Edgar Munguambe  050607

The girl from the Spicy Thai

The girl from the Spicy thai (Spicy Thai Ballad pt 2)

It must have been around a quarter to five
The setting was CocoNuts live
Clubbing isn’t exactly my way of life
I must have walked a thousand times around the club
Looking for consolation for the excessive money I’d wasted
The music was loud and it was the same old crowd
I kept wondering what I was doing there
I leaned towards the balcony of the VIP, overseeing the dance floor
I scanned it, for nothing in particular
Then my eyes stopped, as I recognized a figure
Soft cinnamon-like skin, a picture perfect grin
and in the company of two friends from the orient?
I’d only seen her once before, but I was sure this was the girl from the Thai restaurant
The one that left me smitten, for over a year I wondered if I’d ever see her
My face lit up but I hesitated to man up
My shoulder angel and devil once again rebelled
-“Your heart is saying go”
-“ But your gut is saying no”
-“You’re a shy guy”
-“But you can spread your wings and fly, you’re in it to win”
- “Don’t listen to him, she’s a perfect 10, she’ll give you the hand”
- “If that’s so at least you’ll know. Make your move, people are leaving and the clock is ticking”
- “You don’t even have a pick up line”
- “Like what? Aren’t you tired from running across my mind?”
And then I said, “hush you two, I’m just going to tell her the truth”
So I took one big breath and I went down the flight of steps and to the left
I beamed a smile, that inspired her another smile
Then I said softly to her ear, “I wrote you a poem last year”
She replied with an overwhelmed smile, “really?”
I said, “You once placed my order at the Spicy Thai. When you brought the bill, I realized I’d forgotten my wallet. Silly me, I’m that guy!”
“Oh yeah I remember your face! I left the restaurant for my uncle’s place”
-“I noticed you left, I always wondered where you went”
She laughed, “Me and my friends are about to leave, but give me your number please”
-“Definitely, 082932102”
We exchanged names and she said, “I’ll text you before I go to bed”
-“OK, it was a pleasure”
A kiss on each cheek and that was the wrap
Inside I was a nervous wreck but I took the 1st step to full effect
I made a fist with my sweaty hands and said to myself, “YES!!”
I was so over the moon, I told the people I knew that the girl had my number and she’d call me soon
They were too drunk to care less but I’d slam dunked and I had to get it of my chest
-“Yes!!!”, to the beat I said, “YES, Oh God, YES!!”
Although my inbox was empty when I shut my eyes, I called it a night
The next day, I was daydreaming of her in the morning
Anxious for her text in the afternoon
Watching the clock tick in the evening
But in my heart I knew she hadn’t deceived me
Then at night beep beep “Hi, I’m the girl from the Spicy Thai. This is my number. Smooch”
By then my smile was following me
She texted me before she went to bed, literally
And that’s how it started, my heart would never be the same
Edgar Munguambe 220809

Spicy Thai Ballad

Julius Nyerere Avenue, this quiet thursday night, September ninth
I was walking towards the Thai restaurant after my stomach reminded me to feed my system. Earphones glued to my ears, i-Pod playing in stereo.
I crossed a friend on the way, said hi and walked away.
Life resumed, it was just another night I presumed.
I wasn’t prepared for such a warm reception.
No it can’t be what I did see.
No, my mind’s dreaming at home, roaming, I’m yawning, falling asleep,
I couldn’t be falling for her…deep.
She had me at “hello” as I crossed the threshold.
I’m fading (exhale), she was sympathetic, baby girl just had it.
Her description could take a while,
soft, cinnamon-like skin, you should have seen her pearly smile.
Hair was wavy like a newborn baby’s.
Reminiscent of my first real crush,
except she was Mozambican flavoured, baby girl gave me a rush!
-“Boa noite”, she welcomed effervescently.

Err what am I here for? Ohh I can hear my stomach roar, that’s it

- “Boa noite, eu venho encomendar um arroz, qual é que recomendas?”.

Smooth Ed, except there was something else you shoulda said

I couldn’t think, GOD this girl was alluring, she smiled first, she smiled back, through those perky rosy lips.
I was so clumsy, I could have accidentally sinked in them.

What am I here for again? Oh yeah I’m hungry

She suggested fried rice with eggs and spice.
I placed my order…this girl…despite of my eye disorder.
After all this time, that I was strolling through cloud nine,
ironically I forgot my money. I couldn’t find a coin, note or wallet in my pockets.
I did react, got up and said I’d be right back.
She turned to me and said they needed my contact.
-“082932102”, I recited
I should have made a remark, instead I ran back looking for scraps like a hood rat.
How could I have forgotten my credit card, I’m such a retard.
Anyways, I grabbed it and took some time to spray some Baldessarini.
Walked back, now she could hear me.
-“Demorei?”, I asked in a quirky tone.
She gave off a chuckle, just then I wanted to hold her, buckled.
I walked through to pay my due, I’m 100% she smelt my scent.
Picked up my pack, insured I left an impact,
though not sufficient in my eyes. I said goodbye.
As I walked back I turned seeing she was looking at me.
Heartthrob, that is the real meaning you see.
Immortalized in this Spicy Thai Ballad.
                                                                                      Edgar Munguambe Maputo, 100904

The evolution of hair

The evolution of hair, this is something I'm passionate about. Falling under the love in "Life, love and lyrics". Hair is such a big issue among people of African descent. People go through such extent to chemically straighten, blow up, add extensions, add braids, add weaves and wigs. Most of these styles aren't even healthy, chemicals destroy the roots and extensions and weaves aren't particularly higienic (or cheap, going at $1000!). I always wonder why Africans in general don't embrace their natural hair, like back in the Black Panther days. Unmanageable? please, short hair, plats, afros and dreadlocks are not unmanegeable. You can always apply a softner if you feel the comb doesnt go through your Afro! I started my dreads in July 2007, some people questioned them, asking if I wash them, if I converted to Rastafarianism, assumed I was one. Camon!! Black people know so little about something that is originally African and timeless! Jerry curls came and went, the faded "MC hammer" style came and went, cornrows are dissapearing but dreads are timeless! I tell these people that dreadlocks, if well treated, compliment your natural beauty, are clean, and relatively cheap. It is a fashion statement, I'm showing the people that they do not have to be afraid of themselves

July 2007: This looks like a job for Nubian-Man!
Dreadlocks' humble beginnings 07/08/07

27/05/08 in negative




I gotta say, I'm quite satisfied 21/03/10