#dearbrooklyn… by Themba.

Dear Brooklyn…

My very first…

Dear Brooklyn….
My very first experience of visiting was in 1978; my father had to address audience at the Brooklyn Amory which was an anti-apartheid event.  I recall he had shared the stage with the late Dr. Betty Shabazz. It would not be until 1987 after my graduation from New York Institute of Technology that I would move to the Borough with my Panamanian Girl friend. It was summer and I had moved to Fort Greene. I loved everything about it. What a melting pot.  No two blocks were the same for me. A stone throw away from joints like Frank’s Place, or Brooklyn Moon, where finger snaps meant your spoken word was “ aiight”. I could catch succulent Senegalese cuisine at Kier N’dyae, or sidewalk fashion show by Nigerian Designer Moshood. At the corner of Lafayette, where in that world you would see Erika Badu catching some eats with Rapper Common at Belizean Cuisine Kadells. Who would become my official caterer for all my music video and independent film productions. Yeah Brooklyn became my canvas.  I came of age with the Brooklyn massive, fell in love and out of love. Created some lifelong friendships. Brownstones parties held by Howard University’s finest, and Side-walk chit chat casting director, poets, directors, actors, musicians, Rastafarians, and plain old hustlers on Clinton and DeKalb, some of Biggie people. I could catch the A train to the C train and ride with someone I knew. I worked in DUMBO when nobody but boxers with dreams of winning came to Gleason’s Gym. Yeah, Brooklyn, i fell in love. Am still in love…

Themba A. Sibeko