So I had the recent pleasure of sitting down with upcoming UK soul artist Samm Henshaw to interview him for Manchester-based newspaper, The Nubian Times. Samm, recently signed by Columbia Records, is a singer, songwriter, guitarist, keyboard player... basically he's a ridiculously talented artist and, pleasantly, incredibly humble too. You can check out some of… Continue reading “Music is for people”: The Wisdom of Samm Henshaw
Author: Micah Yongo
Author. Thinker. Speaker. Dreamer. Ever curious. Always growing.
Who Do You Think You Are?
I don’t own a television. The one I had broke four or five years ago and with technology being as it is (with smartphones and the internet and so on) I could never really figure a good enough reason to replace it. Which is likely the reason I only recently saw this commercial (see below)… Continue reading Who Do You Think You Are?
King Lear: A World Where Race Doesn’t Matter?
Thrilling, moving, visceral - at some point you run out of words to explain the feelings that run through you after watching Michael Buffong's stunning adaptation of King Lear. I went to the showing at Manchester's Royal Exchange Theatre last night and loved pretty much every minute of it. The dark, modern soundscape, the ridiculously… Continue reading King Lear: A World Where Race Doesn’t Matter?
3 Surprising Reasons Batman v Superman is the Worst Superhero Movie Ever
So I finally plucked up the courage to go and see Batman v Superman. I’d done my best to avoid the mounting number of mixed reviews. I’d held the negativity surrounding the release at arms length. I told myself, whatever my misgivings about the casting of Ben Affleck as Batman, and whatever the film’s flaws,… Continue reading 3 Surprising Reasons Batman v Superman is the Worst Superhero Movie Ever
Laughter: The Uncivilised Friend
Let me explain… I was directed recently to this clip on youtube. Take a look first (it’s just over a minute long), then read on. So here’s the thing. I’m not ashamed to say that after watching it I couldn’t breathe for a full minute from the laughter. You know the kind of laughter I… Continue reading Laughter: The Uncivilised Friend
Book Review: ‘Technologies of the Self’ by Haris Durrani
So I recently had the pleasure of reading and reviewing Haris A. Durrani’s debut novella, Technologies of the Self, for Media Diversified. Durrani’s stories, memoirs, and essays have appeared in a variety of publications including Analog Science Fiction and Fact, The University of Toronto Undergraduate Journal of Middle East Studies, The 2014 Campbellian Anthology and… Continue reading Book Review: ‘Technologies of the Self’ by Haris Durrani
Anatomy of a Self Portrait
So, in the lead up to Christmas I stumbled upon a drawing set someone had given me the previous year; a neat shallow tin of sketching pencils which, I thought, was a pretty cool gift, the kind of nostalgia-laden offering that had conjured up notions of taking stock and adjusting my lifestyle, i.e., I used… Continue reading Anatomy of a Self Portrait
The Novel: Shark or Dinosaur
Late last year I had the pleasure of attending the Northern Lights Writer’s Conference, an event part sponsored by the Manchester Literature Festival, and in only its second year. I was bought the tickets by a couple of friends as a birthday present (pays to have good ones) and so, having never had the opportunity to… Continue reading The Novel: Shark or Dinosaur
Between the lines
“Why don’t they pick it up?” “Well it is pretty big.” “Yeah, but I thought they’re meant to be strong.” “They are.” “They’re not even organised.” “You’re not all that impressed with them are you?” “Well aren’t they supposed to be? They should be coming out from there in a straight line or something, then … Continue reading Between the lines
Smelling the Roses
Now I suppose you could say I am sitting here for a number of reasons. For instance I’m sitting here because a car accident some years ago pushed my insurance premiums to such extortionate levels that to have kept the car anyway and paid them would’ve seemed somehow immoral. And so I didn’t, I got… Continue reading Smelling the Roses
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