#SmallBusinessSaturday! – The “Trust Me” Deal!

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-Dwayne B! The Crochet Kingpin!



Watermelon Day 2014 Was a Huge Success!

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Dwayne B! The Crochet Kingpin:

Watermelon Day was a massive success, thanks to everyone who came out!

Originally posted on Bomani D. Armah:

DSC_7536Sankofa Video and Books Cafe entrance looks like an island oasis. Trees and grass cascade from the front door down a series of short steps and an expansive patio, with stone walk ways meandering through the grass and bright umbrellas shielding its patrons at tables that invite you to come take a load off, drink a cup of Ethiopian coffee, and read a good book without looking at your watch. Sankofa. The African proverb turned favorite diaspora motto, “go back and fetch it”. It finds what was great about our past, and brings it to the future. That spirit is why having Watermelon Day there was so perfect. With all the books and movies glorifying our people, our struggle, our strength, Haile and Shirikiana Gerima (the famed film makers and owners of Sankofa Video & Books Cafe) love to also show how our great history is, and are committed to…

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My Life is Like a Slice of Watermelon

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Dwayne B! The Crochet Kingpin:

Hey… That’s me. lol

Originally posted on Bomani D. Armah:

“The function, the very serious function of racism is distraction.  It keeps you from doing your work. It keeps you explaining, over and over again, your reason for being.  Somebody says you have no language, so you spend twenty years proving that you do.  Somebody says your head isn’t shaped properly, so you have scientists working on the fact that it is.  Somebody says you have no art, o you dredge that up.  Somebody says you have no kingdoms, so you dredge that up.  None of that is necessary.  There will always be one more thing.” – Toni Morrison Portland State, “Black Studies Center public dialogue” May 30, 1975.

My life is like a slice of watermelon.
bomani-watermelonWords I would never have written (let alone said) 10 years ago.  My penchant for respectability politics at the times had me less like Malcolm X, and more like

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#crochet – what have I been working on?

So while my laptop is out of order, I’ve been posting poems and such. But as the website is “crochetkingpin”, I figure I should post some pics of things I’ve worked on in the last couple of months.

So… here you go. If you are interested, feel free to email me at crochetkingpin@yahoo.com







#Thoughts – “How Am I Not Myself”

So I like random things; cartoons, video games, alcohol, organized databases… etc. In the resturaunt across the street from my office, there’s a converted cigarette machine (similar to soda machines, but they sold cigarettes… classic stuff) that sells small pieces of art for $5 a pop. Great idea. I support it and I’m trying to figure out how I can have some work available in it. 2 times now, I’ve bought earring from there and I love them. This time, I went for the beaded jewlery, and get a cool bit of flowers that I placed behind my ear.

A recent newcomer to the youth center, passes by me and makes a groaning sound. I inquire as to her reasoning, and she proceeds to point at my flower. I’m like oh, word. What’s wrong with it. She goes “why are you wearing something like that?” I reply, “because I’m a grown man and can do what I want.”

Sure, I could have been a bit more chill in my response, but it’s interesting to me that folks feel entitled to dictate anothers appearance or expression based on what their personal decision would be. Sure, she may have not worn a beaded set of small pink and purple flowers behind her ear, but for what reason shouldn’t I? Are they something pretty? Am I, a young man, not allowed be pretty or have something associated with pretty connected to me? Would it be ok if I were gay? If so, why? Is it more socially acceptable for me to wear something sexually explicit than something pretty?

I am one who feels I can express myself however I choose, but that expression doesnt represent my complete being. If you wear a school uniform, that school doesnt define who you are. It just brings attention to your attending school, or that you like khakis and light blue shirts, or that it was laundry day…

It could honestly mean anything. People will take what they see and attach whatever message to it. The question is “how do you define yourself”.

This may be a cop out, but i define myself as me. Im a father, but thats not my complete being. Im always a father, but im always human, im always a poet, im always a business owner, etc. (Thanks for the support btw) I have qualities similar to others, but no one is exactly like me, and vice-versa. I am me whether in trippwear pants or a pencil skirt. I’m me with hair extensions, my fro, cornrows or locs.

If we strive to be more of ourselves everyday, we will see an overall happier community. At least that’s what I think.

What do you think? Hit the comment section and sound off with your opinion!

Peace and safety,
-Dwayne B!

#thoughts – Off Work, On Grind


So I’m djing the wedding of 2 of my friends today! Meilani and Slyce have been dating for a while and its a beautiful thing to see my friends throwing rings on.

The list they gave me to base my tracks on are fun too. Here’s a taste of the variety:

International Players Anthem
Get Down On It
You And I (Stevie Wonder)
My Hitta

Good times indeed. But I’m also still crocheting stuff… I may be “off work” today, but that only means more time for my grinds. That’s what #infinigrind is all about. Work hard, create time to make your other passions happen, and enjoy the process…

Welp… back to crochet on my bus ride.

Much love, peace and safety!
-Dwayne B!

#throwback: On The Forth Of July

Originally posted: July 8th 08

Ok so its been almost a week… and the smoke has began to clear from the haze that was the forth of July.

I find it interesting that folk celebrate this holiday. I mean, sure the US was made an independent land on this day long, long ago… but is that really a reason to celebrate. I don’t think that shooting pyrotechnics into the sky is a proper means to celebrate such an occasion. How about enjoying some of those civil liberties that we are supposed to have, like walking up and freely speaking with someone of another race and/or creed, or further more, hold a protest against something that you feel is fundamentally wrong. (for instance the DC gun ban being lifted)

I myself can’t really rally behind it because back when America was “liberated” I would have been out in a field getting somebodies crops in order. Now wheres the rocket the displays that message when it explodes…. oh, they wouldn’t have that one on the mall.

Its frightening that we celebrate our “independence day” by setting off things that sound like “bombs bursting in air”. I cant tell if they are fireworks or if we are under attack. I guess when i was younger i lived in a more innocent age and everything was all good. but now….. fuck that…… bammas got guns, and all of it sounds alike to me…. ok… I’m off my soapbox…. for now.

Peace and safety,
-Dwayne B

PS: I cant’ complain too much tho. I worked on July forth and gladly received my holiday pay!

#poems – In A Grand Way

She wakes up to laughter.

Her little boy’s little boy trying to play with daddy’s hair.

With that toddlers every chuckle, she feels the joy of

being a successful mom.

Forgets the sun setting on tarnished relationships,

and basks in the sunrise of her little boy growing up.


She wakes up to tears.

Her little boy’s little boy is potty training.

Bathroom covered in streams of yellow.

Even in the cleanup she smiles.

Because when you cherish the things you take for granted,

Dirty diapers become Picassos;

The type of thing you can appreciate with your eyes closed.


She wakes up to silence.

Her little boy’s little boy is sleeping.

Her little boys a grown man now.

Her job as mother has been promoted in a grand way.

Now she can finally go back to sleep without being bothered.