Someone told me it was the best city for a first-time visitor. The District of Columbia. The corridors of power. I must say that I don’t know much about this city beyond CNN, House of Cards, and The Designated Survivor. Okay, that’s enough. I think you got me.
I didn’t imagine what D.C. would be like. I just wanted to get there and see what she has to offer. And oh boy! She’s a lady in the street but a freak under the sheets. Beneath the suits are sweatpants, straight jeans, black hoodies, and a couple of walking dead.
We had sex on the first date. It was go from the moment I walked out of the warm airport into the cold air of the District.
The gracious driver who took me from the airport to the hotel told me about the District’s adventures and cautioned me about the clubs. Just before midnight on Saturday, the 6th, I was out with the Wolf and Mo.
We started at the Air Restaurant, then went to The Park at 14th, and got hooked up at the XoXo Hookah Lounge before the sun came up Sunday morning. This was a hell of a thrill, and yo! Afrobeats is killing it. Not a big fan of the genre because of its rudimentary lyrical content, but it must be said that these cats are literally pulling down barriers with these joints.
Now, let me tell you how I met the Wolf. So I was staying at the 901 Marriott Courtyard and went to the roof at sunset on Friday to take pictures of the District’s skyline. As Anthony Horowitz says, “Everything in life has a pattern, and a coincidence is simply the moment when the pattern becomes briefly visible.”
Well, it happened that the Delegate was opening their rooftop bar that evening, and being the only person walking around with a giant DSLR, I was approached by the head of marketing to make and share some pictures with her. That’s how I met the Wolf. By the way, he was not the head of marketing. Wolf was just a fine gentleman soaking in the sunset over a glass of drink after a day’s work.
This city is highly photographed, and since I was not a tourist but a photographer, I knew I needed an approach. Be my guest.
D.C. is a very contrasting city. I have witnessed all her ends, but since I had to do ‘work work,’ I didn’t document it all. I would do a sequel. Maybe a book – Little Afro in the District, lol. I had a great time. The people I met, the scooter rides, the walks, and the ease of getting some splif made me love the city.
It is time that leaders and supposed world organizations stop having breakfast and launch to pay lip service to human rights, dignity, and development. EVERY HUMAN DESERVES SHELTER. We must be aware that cohesion, unity, and collective understanding cannot exist if we continue to maintain the current state of the scale. We must STOP THE NONSENSE AND GET TO WORK. The issue of homelessness needs to be addressed, not discussed.
Asak233.com currently does not run adverts, and your contribution, no matter the amount, will go a long way toward sustaining the website and ensuring we continue to deliver on our work.
Why would a leader of this nation lack the will to stop what clearly has become an existential threat? Well, the simple answer is greed. They can construct impeccable English and cite several excuses as the hindrance, but the real Teflon is greed.
Our world has come a long way, and we, the people, must learn to change our thinking so we can realize our full potential as a race by coming together and working to fight common hindrances like poverty and disease.
The quality of a nation’s output is greatly determined by the quality of its education.
It must not be lost on anyone that the fight for Africa’s sovereignty won’t be a pretty one. We won’t achieve anything with speeches in front of marble walls in a hall filled with careless people.
The car you drive in Formula One makes a great difference, even though this fact usually has different interpretations depending on the subject.
2 Comments
Great story and catching photos of this city of power and mysteries … the Nation’s capitol … DC ! And what a memorable night, way into the early morning hours of a rising Sun … thank you, my new brother! Africans and Afro-aficionados … unite!
Thanks for the comment, Wolf. It was a night to remember.