#jalouzi

[beauclesca]

•Jalouzi kont ou ap soti nan liy travay ou.

•Ou se foutbolè se foutbolè k’ap swete pou w’ malè rive w’.

•Moun ki te touye Jezi Kris yo se te chèf relijye yo te ye.

•Se pa t’ monden yo ki te mande pou yo la Barabas pou yo ta ka kondane Jezi pou l’ mouri. #seekGodskingdomfirst

[samueldameus]

Vivid.

[neges]

JOSUÉ AZOR. Neighborhood boys. PETIONVILLE, PORT-AU-PRINCE. HAITI. (2017)

[princejayb]

#Repost @welcome_to_haiti • • • • • VIEWS ▪ ▪ ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ ▪ ▪📹 from @melindayiti ▪ #haiti #haitian #haitiansbelike #welcometohaiti #caribbean  #welcome_to_haiti #jalouzi https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs8yplsFWD-/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=3s6az3s5qz0e

[twafordizzy]

Breekbaar Lichaam gaat vooral over de mannelijke blik

Breekbaar Lichaam gaat vooral over de mannelijke blik

bron beeld: ozap.com Geen vrolijk boek: Breekbaar lichaam van de Franse schrijver Eric Fottorino (1960, Nice). De hoofdpersoon is een française, die geen liefde kende van haar moeder; trouwt met een Marokkaan die haar mishandelt uit jalouzie en vlucht naar het Noorse Bergen waar ze in de handen valt van een haptonomisch therapeut en een kunstschilder. Dat het niet goed afloopt, helpt ook niet. De…

[rockofeye]

I have spent the last few weeks in Haiti. It hasn’t been my usual sort of trip as there has been no ceremony, no going to the beach, and no gathering with chosen family of friends. Instead, I’ve taken care of some pressing business that couldn’t be avoided and otherwise sheltered in place with my husband in our favorite spot in the capital. It’s been quiet and lovely in the middle of the global chaos of this completely avoidable pandemic. I am lucky, but I also got on a plane with a respirator and a whole lot of hand sanitizer.

With business taken care of, we stay in. When it’s shady, we sit on the small balcony that looks down in Pétion-ville, with Gwo Mòn on one side and Jalouzi on the other. S points out the soccer stadium that is lit up each night for an ongoing tournament, and Legliz Sen Thérèse, a tall triangle against the short buildings around it, and the buildings that past president Martelly was responsible for. We negotiate the air conditioning, as 75 feels cold for him and the 95+ outside is too hot for me. It’s quiet and slow, and that’s alright.

In the morning, S makes us coffee and pours it between two cups like every Haitian ever to dissolve the absurd amount of sugar that many Haitians like in their morning wake-up. Later, S gnaws on goat and I eat endless amounts of lanbi boukannen/grilled conch, piled high with pikliz echalot. We play the same clicky games on our cell phones (it’s true love...) and occasionally turn on the TV to watch the news, the French overdubbed telenovelas (El Diablo! La Doña!), and the occasional American movie. You have not lived until you’ve seen Mrs. Doubtfire in French.

We talk a lot about the dichotomy we can see from the balcony; the affluence to the left and the poverty to the right. Jalouzi is called a slum because it is packed full of people, many of whom fled the valleys of Haiti when their homes were destroyed in the 2010 goudougoudou. It became a focal point of a government striving to appease the more privileged when an artist was hired (with PetroCaribe funds....) to paint all the houses in Jalouzi a bright and cheerful color. It was floated as a way to beautify and raise morale in a really difficult place to live, but it was really about appeasing the more affluent folks who were looking out their window at a wide gray swatch of concrete and metal homes and shacks.

Today, Jalouzi has faded back to muted colors and gray buildings again and people continue to struggle to make it through the day. There is no electricity to speak of though the soccer stadium less than a quarter mile away is lit up every single night as are the houses in the more affluent surrounding areas. It’s strategic and it does it’s job; folks who are more poor are isolated to their neighborhoods where the folks who are more affluent don’t have to see. If you don’t have the money to buy a better life, my husband says, you are not just waiting for something better to come along but are pase mizè, or sort of waiting in your misery like other might pass time. Each day is a careful balance that results in the sun rising the next day.

One of the things I find most difficult to write about is the intrinsic balance that must be struck by folks who are learning Vodou and, by extension, learning Haiti. It is easy to enchant what is really the result of a lack of exposure to other cultures in the world, and yet it is equally easy to miss the thing that Haiti has achieved that the West has not: the absolutely seamless lived experience of a cultural religion, which certainly looks like enchantment from the outside. You can’t have Vodou without having your feet in the dirt in Haiti, and you can’t have Haiti without Vodou.

But..it’s a risky balance that we all walk on our journey to seek the lwa where they live. With the explosion of the internet, it’s easy to see narratives about how Haiti is essentially this mythical vacuum where everything is sort of twee and picturesque way. People inevitably come away saying that they found the only ‘real Vodou’ on the island and want to package that for sale and distribution, but it is clear to anyone with eyes to see that they have not yet grasped the reality of what they stood in the middle of.

And--since pendulums swing both ways--there is the other side, where folks discount the importance of Haiti and discount the significance of having your feet in the same dirt that the lwa rise up out of. In similar ways, that experience is packaged for sale with things like the idea of a ‘kanzo’ in the United States and the sale of items called kolye or asson, without really caring or understanding how these are made in context or why someone who is not a legitimate asogwe cannot make them for other people. It is a similar lack of grasping as above.

Who knows the right way out? Probably not me. The lwa take a longview and watch, and we know where the lwa live by the spiritual fruits produced (versus material fruits...’stuff’ and capitalism is never the answer). For me, I just do my work and remember that when I come here, I am both coming home to the lwa in their various homes and I am also arriving to where people live and die and do their work in between. Balance in a difficult place.

Today marks 229 years since the ceremony at Bwa Kayiman that began the uprising that birthed the Haitian Revolution. This was a beginning that has never really finished on the island; the French colonizers were expelled and life moved forward in a different way, but the struggle is still ongoing. Haiti has kept fighting under totalitarian regimes, political corruption, numerous pandemics, hunger, bigotry from across the border, economic famine, and continual foreign occupation.

And yet, the dust is the same. When we are on the island, our feet touch the same dirt that Boukman stood on when he called for the lwa. We stand on the same ground that Mèt Feray Aleman and Metrès Ezili Danto were born from when enslaved Africans said ‘enough’. The revolution lives here and not anywhere else, and that’s why it’s important to come. When we are lifted from the djevo, we are lifted with that revolution born within us to carry into the world.

With all these things in mind, I am listening the murmur of folks living out their lives over the rustle of the palms. The drums are pounding hard today all over the country, and I am seeing the tendrils of smoke from cooking fires that no doubt have some manje lwa on them. My heart lives here part-time or full-time or all the time, and it beats a little stronger when I can put my feet on the dirt and feel the ground still reverberate with the fire of Bwa Kayiman. These things are especially poignant in this time of becoming in the world, where we look at what our global systems of inequality and capitalism has birth while we struggle with this illness that takes what we love most.

Papa Boukman o, nou ap we ase

Each and every blessing is counted today, tomorrow, and always, and I hope the same for all of you: may you find your blessings abundant in this time of upheaval and be able to count them with a full heart. 

[themounshine]

Jalouzi, Pétion-ville, Haiti.

[theivorlegov1]

Diferans jalouzi ak Mechanste - Amputee humour in the park - Video

[kalepwa]

Klere Official Grand Premier | PR

NEW HMI band KLERE Official Grand Premier & JBEATZ at Majestic Night Club, #Orlando #Florida| #PR

For Immediate Distribution to all MEDIA, Interested Observers, Music Fans, Promoters and Everyone Everywhere KLERE is pleased to announce their Official Grand Premier this Sunday February 26, 2017 at Club Majestics 801 South John Young Parkway in Orlando Florida. KLERE will claim their spot in the Haitian Music Industry with the debut of two hit songs TONIGHT and JALOUZI. (more…)

[maximlaroche]

Jalouzi, Port-au-Prince 🇭🇹 • • • • • • • • • #haiti #haitian #ig_haiti #islandlife #haitiuncut #portauprince #helicopterphotography #tourism #travel #sonya7riii #a7riii #sonyimages #Gbadge #photography #photo #travel #alpha #cityscapes #featurecreature #gramkilla #globe_people #education #views #sonyalphagang #sonyalpha (at Republic Of Haiti) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwXUsSyjDuC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=i8v6ybfbnh98

[samueldameus]

Perspective. - @samueldameus

[sanctifiez-vous]

Verset du jour 📖

En effet, puisqu’il y a parmi vous de la jalousie et des disputes, n’êtes-vous pas charnels, et ne marchez-vous pas selon l’homme ? 1 Corinthiens 3:3 Vèsè jounen an 📖N’ap viv tankou moun k’ap viv dapre lide ki nan lemonn toujou. Depi ou tande gen jalouzi nan mitan nou, depi nou gen kont yonn ak lòt, nou tou wè se moun lemonn nou ye, se tankou moun k’ap viv dapre lide ki nan lemonn lan n’ap viv.…

[drtaika]

Mezanmi an nou pa kite jalouzi tiye moun ki gen pwoblèm paske nou chwazi Jezi.😂 👉Fè yo konnen: 📍Jezi renmen yo tou. Se Jezi ki chwazi nou avan. 📍Se pou lavi nou la. 📍Lanmou nou gen pou Jezi a pa retire nan sa nou gen pou yo a. #santespirityèl #drtaika #alokretyen #levanjil #kretyen #haitianchristian #haitianpastor #gospelhaiti #christianhaitian #haiti #haitian #ayisyen #kretyenayisyen #haitien #haitienne https://www.instagram.com/p/ChKSw-srOJC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sofutureclub]

So Future Sounds 024: D-DOTs (Guest Mix)

🔊  So Future Sounds is a bi-weekly mix series that invites the most plugged in DJs to give you a taster of the sounds that represent their world.

🔌 Stepping up for this one is emerging DJ and Producer - D-Dots. Dots makes energetic music for the clubs and draws on a diverse range of influences in crafting his sound. With tours from Brazil to Trinidad and support from the likes of Diplo, D-Dots is coming for your eardrums , whether you’re ready or not. Enjoy.

Tracklist:

TC4 - Siento

Uproot Andy - Sabba

Nan Kolé - Drop That (feat. Pynce Mini)

Moon Willis - Gone (feat. LEVi)

Lazy Jay - Float My Boat

D-DOTs - Bam Bam (feat. TT The Artist) [Pedro Remix]

Donaeʼo - Circle (D-DOTs & Pedro Remix)

D-DOTs & LowParse - Rump (feat. Magugu & Dilly Chris)

MC Fioti - Bum Bum Tam Tam (feat. Stefflon Don, J Balvin, Future & Juan Magán)

MC MM - Só Quer Vrau (feat. DJ RD)

Mura Masa, Octavian - Move Me

Baauer - 3AM (feat. Bauer & Jae Stephens)

Dillon Francis, Fuego - We The Funk (GTA Remix)

Afro B - Drogba (Joanna) (feat. Wizkid)

Vybz Kartel - Fever

Stefflon Don - Pretty Girl (feat. Tiggs Da Author)

Major Lazer - Sua Cara (fe3t. Anitta & Pabllo Vittar)

J Balvin - Machika (feat. Jeon & Anitta)

Aidonia - Pon Di Cocky (SNØW Remix)

Tony Quattro - Zulu Carnival

Michael Brun - Jalouzi

D-DOTs - Man Flex (feat. LEVi) [CLB Remix]

Download • Listen on Apple Podcasts • Listen on SoundCloud •  Listen on Mixcloud

Connect with D-DOTs: Spotify • SoundCloud • Twitter • Instagram

[beautifuljess]

Rue Faubert PV #VoggStudio #Rivoli #Jalouzi #VillaRusso

[robertopinto505]

SVB, KAFKA & ....

Vanaf mijn vierde jaar woon ik in Nederland. De SVB echter claimt dat ik tussen 1974 en 1994 niet in Nederland woonde. Fascinerend. Zou er dan toch een parallele universum zijn? Heb ik gedroomd dat ik ij E.F.Hutton heb gewerkt in de binnenstad van Amsterdam of bij Coster Diamonds, in de schaduw van het Rijksmuseum? Hoe bewijs je dat je de winnaar bent van Adele Bloemendaal Fitness Cup in de jaren 80? Zelfs als daar een klein artikeltje is gewijd in het Parool maar natuurlijk schreef de jounalist niet mijn naam op. Who cares? En het artikel is ook niet gedateerd.  Dus geen bewijs. Geen bewijs? Ben ik dan wel de winnaar - de enige winnaar van die prestigieuze Cup? By the way, ik heb toen ook geen dopingcontrole gedaan? Ik plaste gewoon in de wc in plaats van een cup.

Adele vond mij ook wel leuk; aardoge gesprekken in de sauna. Dus wie kies je dan? Die jongen die niet zijn best deed om te winnen en gevraagd was te participeren om de mat vol te krijgen. Opvallend veel jalouzie in de kleedkamer - lieve jongens met lycra pakjes die hun best deden om te winnen. Ik had een hekel aan dat Jane Fonda Fitness. Anyway, het gebeurde wel allemaal op Nederlands grondgebied - hartje Amsterdam onder de warme adem van de Jordaan. Maar bewijst dat dat ik Nederland woonde? Ik kon ook gewoon ff op vakantie zijn en gewoon een Cup meenemen naar Tanzania. De SVB maakt net duidelijk waar ik dan wel woonde, werkte en sportte? Was het Tanzania, Noordpool-Oost of toch Curacao? Het staat nergens vermeld.