Walk in my shoes...

Bonjour Sabrina, j'espère que tu vas bien et que tu restes aussi joliment inspirée en ces beaux jours. Je suis business coordinator d'un événement le TEDx KEDGEBS qui se tiendra à Bordeaux le 25 Mai prochain. En tant que professionelle je voulais te demander si tu pouvais m'orienter vers quelqu'un de compétent pour la réalisation de notre teaser. Merci d'avance. A bientot j'espère

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 13:37:23 -0400

Bonjour! Merci pour ce message! Question: est-ce que la personne doit se trouver en France ou cela n’a pas d’importance? Est-ce qu’il/elle doit parler français? Est-ce qu’il y a une rémunération? Deux personnes me viennent à l’esprit. Une basée au Canada, l’autre en France. Je ne sais pas s’ils sont disponibles, mais je peux te mettre en contact! TED à Bordeaux! Un événement bien intéressant! Merci pour le follow et pour les encouragements :-)

‘Made in Congo’ A one-woman play written and...

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 09:00:00 -0400

‘Made in Congo’ A one-woman play written and performed by Sabrina Moella.

rock.paper.sistahz festival 2013

Keba!!! (Watch out!)

My Beautiful Embrace

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 11:32:37 -0500

My Beautiful Embrace

I choose to love myself

From my head to my toes

From my chest

To my tummy

From my fingers to my heels

I choose to hug myself wholeheartedly

Truly, fully,

Unconditionally

Those old cheeks

Those worn hips

Those rusted knees

Ooooh,

There isn’t any part of my body that can escape

My beautiful embrace

You, you wide shoulders who were told you were too masculine, too large, too obvious,

I release you

And you, you sinful belly that was deemed way too selfish to conceive,

I discharge you

You can now walk in peace

And you, oh you two brown feet who were told you were too flat for ballet, ronds de jambes, arabesques and pliés

I absolve you…

Jump free!

I choose to love myself

From my bones to my teeth

From my lungs to my nipples

From my nails to my ears

Every birth mark, every scar, every wrinkle

Is now adored, anointed, embraced and blessed

Oooh

There isn’t any part of my body that can escape my exhilarating dance

For today

I choose to walk the path of a higher shining life

I breathe into every part of my body with infinite love and kindness

And amen, and alleluia, and ase

Eyiiii twasakidila!

My Beautiful Embrace (A poem by Sabrina Moella) . I choose to...

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 11:21:22 -0500

My Beautiful Embrace (A poem by Sabrina Moella)

I choose to love myself

From my head to my toes

From my chest

To my tummy

From my fingers to my heels…

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Why They Feed You Murders and Rapes

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 11:00:00 -0400

They feed you murders and rapes so that they won’t have to explain why and how they killed Patrice Lumumba and why his body was dissolved in acid so that no proper grave could be dug for him

They feed you murders and rapes so that you won’t ask about Floribert Chebeya, Voice of the voiceless, la Voix des sans-voix, whose body was found in the backseat of his car on June 2, 2010

They feed you murders and rapes so that you keep not paying attention to the thousands of Congolese who have organized demonstrations in Ottawa, London, Paris, Washington, to protest against the 2011 questionable Congolese elections, to inquire about those 1.6 million missing ballots, despite only being met with media indifference and police repression

They feed you murders and rapes to make sure you forget about the hundreds of United Nations staff members who have sexually abused and exploited Congolese war refugees, asking for sexual favors from women and little girls in exchange of food, forcing Secretary General Kofi Annan to remind them about the basics of the United Nations ‘code of conduct’

They feed you murders and rapes so that you won’t remember to criticize your own presidents who have all shaken hands with those African dictators, who have all danced with the devils, put them in power, kept them in power, trained them, sent them more weapons that they needed, even though they are now trying to delete that embarrassing part of the story

They feed you murders and rapes so that you don’t research why in the summer of 1939, Albert Einstein wrote to President Roosevelt about the importance of securing and controlling the Congolese uranium, and how shortly after, that same uranium was used to start building the first two nuclear weapons

They feed you murders and rapes so that you can forget about Ernesto Che Guevara, about how and why he traveled to the Congo in 1965 with twelve Cuban revolutionaries by his side, ready to spend six months in the Kivu mountains and reminding the international community that ‘Patrice Lumumba’s murder should be a lesson for us all’

They feed you murders and rapes so that you don’t try to figure out which multinationals keep benefiting every year from these Congolese resources, making shameless deals with African mercenaries, exploiting African cheap labor, then pretending they don’t know where the minerals come from as soon as they have crossed the border

They feed you murders and rapes so that they can keep writing stereotypical articles about Africa, making big headlines about those always war-torn countries, taking Pulitzer worth pictures of those mutilated African female bodies, but never mentioning any achievement, any act of resistance, any call for peace or social justice

They feed you murders and rapes so that you can picture those Africans as somewhat inferior, ruined, powerless, as those good savages always in need of more civilization, more schooling, more paternalism but certainly not as clever individuals able to decide of their own fates, advocate for change in their own institutions, be the masters of their own destinies

They feed you murders and rapes so that you can emotionally distance yourself from those five million dead, keep them far away, reduce them to charts and statistics, view them not as real human bodies worth a fair trial or a decent life, but as sad casualties of war trapped in a continent doomed to suffer

They feed you murders and rapes so that they can ask for more military intervention, so that you can agree to send more soldiers, more troops, more weapons, basically agreeing to more imperialism, more exploitation, more control

They feed you murders and rapes so that they can remain silent about Congolese’s first genocide, not mentioning how, at the beginning of the twentieth century, ten million of Congolese already lost their lives, subjected to forced labor by Leopold, King of Belgium, who exploited them to build his personal fortune while telling the international community that his goal was to protect and ‘uplift’ the Congolese

They feed you murders and rapes to make sure you never think about those anonymous heroes, those unsung individuals who, despite colonization, dictatorship, and genocide, keep resisting oppression, keep trying to survive, keep dreaming of a better life for themselves and their children

Because see, while they feed you murders and rapes, despair and hate and nothing else

Some of us still feed ourselves with truth and knowledge

Some of us still feed ourselves with light and wisdom

Some of us still remember the words of Patrice Lumumba when he said ‘I want my children to be told that the future of the Congo is beautiful’; or when he predicted that ‘Africa will write its own history one day’, and ‘it will not be the history taught in the United Nations, Washington, Paris, or Brussels (…), both north and south of the Sahara, it will be a history full of glory and dignity’

While they feed you murders and rapes,

Some of us still believe that the day will come, where corrupted governments will be held accountable and war criminals will be judged

Some of us still believe that multinationals will have to pay a fair and ethical price to buy our resources one day,

Some of us still believe that the day will come where our leaders won’t be systematically assassinated when they ask for respect and fair treatment for our people

See,

While they feed you murders and rapes, despair and hate and nothing else

Some of us still believe in the marvelous possibility of our own freedom

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Faro-Faro Ecoute moi Cette fois-ci c’est fini Maintenant...

Wed, 29 Aug 2012 11:28:59 -0400

Faro-Faro
Ecoute moi
Cette fois-ci c’est fini
Maintenant rentre chez toi
Quand mes oncles te parlent
Toi tu ne comprends pas
Mes tantes t’ont déjà dit
C’est la dernière fois

Quand j’appelle sur le cell
Tu ne réponds pas
Samedi soir, je te cherche…
Tu dors chez ma mbanda!
Pendant que je suis au travail
Toi tu es au nganda…
Mais quand il faut faire les courses
Ah là, je ne te trouve pas

Faro-Faro
Toi vraiment
Tu sais seulement faire souffrir
L’enfant des gens, oh
Quitte là, va là-bas,
Toi tu veux épouser
L’enfant d’une muluba?

Tu me dis que oh non,
Toi tu as les sentiments
Aujourd’hui même j’apprends
Que tu as déja quatre enfants

Faro-Faro
Hé, papa
Il faut aller faroter
Loin loin de moi
Quand mes oncles te parlent
Toi tu ne comprends pas
Mes tantes t’ont déjà dit
La porte est là
Viens chercher tes costumes, ton ipod, ta caméra
A partir d’aujourd’hui
C’est chacun chez soi

© Sabrina Moella

Mon Dieu!

Wed, 29 Aug 2012 11:23:04 -0400

Mon Dieu,

A quel point je t’ai aimé

A quel point je ne t’aime plus

A quel point je t’ai désiré

A quel point tu ne m’attires plus

A quel point tu m’as charmé

A quel point je ne te veux plus

A quel point tu m’as tenté

A quel point je ne ressens plus

Rien rien rien

A quel point je t’en ai voulu

A quel point tu m’as décu

A quel point j’en ai pleuré

A quel point je ne t’en veux plus

A quel point je t’ai aimé

A quel point je ne te veux plus

Mon Dieu!

A quel point, à quel point

L’amour rend fou

Peau de Soleil

Wed, 29 Aug 2012 11:20:16 -0400

Peau de soleil a froid aux pieds

Elle a oublié ses souliers

Elle va pieds nus, elle se sent seule

Peau de Soleil est mal aimée

Elle a perdu son beau fiancé

Elle est déçue, elle est si seule

Car

Peau de Soleil

Ne vit plus

Au Pays des Merveilles

Elle a grandi, elle se réveille

Car

Peau de Soleil

Ne vit plus

Au pays des Merveilles

Elle ne rit plus, elle se rebelle

Peau de Soleil est fatiguée

Elle a travaillé toute l’année

Pour revêtir son beau linceul

Peau de Soleil n’a plus sommeil

Elle ne mange plus, elle se sent vieille

Elle dit ses grâces puis part au ciel

Car

Peau de Soleil

Ne vit plus

Au Pays des Merveilles

Elle a grandi, elle se réveille

Car

Peau de Soleil

Ne vit plus

Au Pays des Merveilles

Elle dit ses grâces puis part au ciel

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The Beaches are one of my favorite places in...

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The Beaches are one of my favorite places in Toronto…

Today, I went down /To the Beaches /To write / Sand on my feet / Sun in my hair / Listening to the quiet sea… © Sabrina Moella

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I wish I knew how to love you

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 00:54:00 -0400

I wish I knew how to love you

Quietly

I wish I knew how to love you

Gently

I wish I knew how to soothe you

Patiently

I wish I knew how to lose you

Nicely

Oh I wish, I wish

I wish so many things

I wish I knew

How to tell you these things

I wish I knew how to hold you

Silently

I wish I knew how to warm you

Kindly

I wish I knew how to heal you

Patiently

I wish I knew how to lose you

Nicely

Oh I wish, I wish

I wish so many things

I wish I knew how to tell you these things

If it was another time, another place

Maybe I would have handled it with grace

Maybe we could have had that last talk

Face to face

I wish I knew how to love you

Fearlessly

I wish I knew how to soothe you

Calmly

I wish I knew how to leave you

Properly

I wish I knew how to treat you

Kindly

But it’s a different time, a different place

And I guess I have even lost my faith

Because now I’m only left with little things

Little memories of what could have been

If only we had fought

For it

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Wed, 04 Jul 2012 02:56:00 -0400

You are amazing I love your writing and your essence. You live in Canada? What city/province. Anyways just wanted to show some love.

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 21:05:43 -0400

Thank you so much!!!! I appreciate the love! Yes, I live in Canada. I live in Toronto, Ontario and before that, I used to live in Paris, France. I love how tumblr allows us to share experiences, stories, pictures and art in all its forms. Sharing is caring! One Love.

Sabrina