Merry (belated) Christmas

Hi all,

I'd decided to stay away from social media this Christmas. In this bid to stay off all social media outlets and stay faith and family focused, I hope that none of the LALI followers feel too neglected.

So here's to you, our dedicated readers. Hope you had a very...

...and we wish you all the very best in the new year! We also hope you were able to spend some quality time with your loved ones and enjoy some seriously good food. But above all I hope you grasped the true meaning of the season, which isn't presents or food or family. It is about the love God had for us that was so great that he decided to live among us to begin the process that would bring us all salvation.

So from the LALI girls, hope you enjoyed a truly great time in every sense of the word and I really do believe next year will be a great year. Watch this space! LALI will be making moves in 2011!

Love always,

Nick Griffin may have won...but he's still an eternal loser

Ok, I know that sometimes (maybe slightly more often than sometimes) I can drip pure vitriol about certain people. Occasionally its unjustified. But this isn't. This is the BNP. This is Nick Griffin. Scum of the earth type personality, etc. etc...I'm sure you understand where I am going with this...

Anyhoo, back to the most recent reason to dislike him. So it seems that the BNPs racist membership rules are OK. Like WTF?!?!?! To be fair anyone who wants to join the BNP has many deep rooted issues and probably suffers from regular psychotic breaks. Plus, any 'ethnic minority' who's wishes to do so has very clearly lost their mind. But the issue is that if the BNP were allowed the 'free speech' to hate anyone (Read: ME) who is not a part of their Aryan dream, then everyone else (Read: ME) has the right to not be subjected to discrimination if they wish to become a BNP member (God forbid). Or to just genuinely twart their plans by making sure that the discriminatory practices which they thrive on are disallowed (yay!).

Their membership rules were deemed discriminatory by the Equality and Human Rights Commission, who then took court actions against them. In response to this action against their rules the party revised their constitution (still seems racist to me but it is less overt). These snaky moves by the snaky BNP to avoid facing the music seems to have allowed them to get away with a more indirectly racist membership protocol. Whatever. Point is, they are racists and we all know it. They've won this stupid battle but I still applaud the Equality and Human Rights Commission for doing their bit in our war against the racists.

After all, if the behaviour of the BNP keeps them monitored and under scrutiny, the ruling is almost irrelevant. Plus they are eternal losers anyway.

Flashback of the Day: SWV - Weak

Last Thursday I went to a SWV/Faith Evans concert in the IndigO2 with two of my girls including Sankofa. It was amazing (ain't nothing like a 90's party y'all!)! I can't believe those girls can still blow like that! Power to them, I say. And they looked damn good too. It was so surreal seeing them up there, I felt like a 12 year old just watching them up there, it really did throw me back in time.

Anyhoo, ever since that day this one track has been STUCK in my head! So I thought I'd share.

So enjoy it with me...Weak by SWV.

Book Review: ‘The Knife of Never Letting Go’ by Patrick Ness

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This was one of the books that I read late last year when I returned to my roots as a bookworm. So here is the review I have been meaning to do for (more than) a few months for The Knife of Never Letting Go...Shout out to Sankofa for lending me this book when she went to Ghana. She knows me too well; I trust her taste in books!

Title: The Knife of Never Letting Go (love the title by the way, it caught my attention straight off the bat)

Author: Patrick Ness

First published: 2008

Plot summary: Todd Hewitt is a boy in Prentisstown, where all boys become men at the age of 13. Todd has one month to go, and as far as he knows, Prentisstown is the only settlement in the world. After a native group known as the 'Spackles' released a germ, all the women have died, meaning that the men of Prentisstown are a dying race. As a side effect of this germ, the remaining men in Prentisstown can hear each other's thoughts, known as the ever present cascade of ‘Noise’...Find the rest of the plot summary here.

Review: I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I cannot say that it was the easiest read. But sticking at it paid off, I love the way in which Ness creates a whole other universe and something about the story reminds me of Malorie Blackman’s Noughts and Crosses and Margaret Atwood’s A Handmaiden’s Tale, two all-time favourites of mine. I think it’s the whole broken world thing they all have going on. The story line is complex enough to keep you reading but straight-forward in a way that it needs to be so that you understand the plot. Oftentimes, in a book that creates a whole new world complicated plots make the book a long and tiresome read, however this book does not suffer from such a failing. Perhaps, because it is young adult literature (a favourite genre of mine) the author holds back from over complicated story lines. The concept behind the book was a real winner, no so much that Prentisstown is loud and male. But I love that Todd and Viola have to learn to communicate around silence and noise. It’s an important lesson. I love how Todd is initially intimidated by her silence and has to learn to overcome this. A true coming-of-age book in every sense, not just Todd but the whole world literally has to come of age in order to defeat Mayor Prentiss. One thing, however, that did strike me as a failing was the books’ conclusion. I feel like in Ness’s bid to get a follow up book deal, the end of the story was mistreated. It felt like a rushed, contrived ending which was totally unnecessary. I had a moment at the end of the book when I wanted to punch something coupled with a weird sense of déjà vu. I really felt for the protagonist, like, here we go again. The poor boy will have to wade through this lunacy for another 400-odd pages in part two! In my opinion the book would have benefitted much more from ending the story of our protagonist right there. However, having said that if you bought me the follow-up *hint, hint*, would I read it? Hell yeah!

Rating: Another four Nsoromma’s out of five.

4/5 stars

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow....

Firstly, I apologise for the fact that we let the past couple of months go by without any kind of blog post and I hope you forgive us. Life is getting in the way of blogging it seems and we just can't have that now can we?

Well those of us currently stuck in the UK are experiencing a weather emergency. For the third year in a row, the UK seems to have completely shut down in the face of a little snow. Airports have been shut, train schedules have been completely turned on their heads, some buses aren't running and there's nary a bit of grit or sand where Nsoromma and I live. Yes I even busted my ass on an icy patch whilst attempting to pick up Nsoromma's foster brother from his school. We were effectively snowed in for three days while the rest of London struggled to get around. I know we like to pretend that this weather is 'unusual' but after three years, it looks as though it's here to stay. Other countries seem to manage it fine and I think we're all running extremely low on patience.

What makes all of this worse was that they knew there was snow coming well in advance. Why are local councils caught out again and again even with advanced warning? What are they doing with our council tax? Funny thing is I used to love snow but now it feels as though nature's having a big old laugh at our expense. How have you been coping with the snow? Love it? Hate it? Comment away!

(What I wouldn't give to be in Ghana right now...)

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