I woke up, and I determined to go to the airport with my boxing gloves, lol. Bag must show by fire by force. I got a call around 6.30am, asking me to come get my bag at the hotel reception. I was told it was dropped around 4.00 am. I was so excited. I could finally change my clothes after three days.
Since I was slamming the first day, my group had to get to the venue early for testing, and some of the poets decided to make videos.
Mic check, and translations have started . We had to perform, so the guy doing translations into different languages could feel us
And then, we had some crappy lunch.
Basically sitting in this program, waiting for the slam that was to start by 4.00pm.
The slam is about to begin
|People trooping in for the slam|
|The anticipation is something else|
So we got introduced to the crowd, all 16 of us. I just kept trying to run to the back, lol.
|My fellow contestants, lol.|
|Winner baabbyyyy, lol.|
Everyone want to take pictures with me, that I finally ran away, went to the hotel, and did not return for two days, which was my next round.
We went to a bar in one of the favelas to have dinner , when we had to climb over 200 steps to get there. Before I got to Brazil, I kept asking why someone would have a restaurant where we had to climb 200 steps, why wasn't there an elevator, etc. When I got there, I found out that it was really on top of those mountains, where they have a separate community, where the lower class live. There is a strong class system in Brazil. And the classes don't mix. It was really eye-opening. More details about this will be put up in another post.
Graffiti art is real in Brazil, especially in Rio, especially in the Favelas
The slums of Brazil. Little did I know I was in for more, two days later.
|We started the climb of over 200 steps|
|The climb continues|
|Even in slums, there's electricity. Can't say this for Nigeria|
|Wow, we've come a long way up|
|... but not yet there|
|War of the grafittis|
|Finally there. Graffiti welcome|
|Another crappy food. They even eat garri mixed with rice, lol|
|Tried to capture the beautiful city of Rio from|
the top of the hilly slum. My iPad didn't do it justice
Mehn, it's past midnight, People were still having fun at the bar, but all I wanted to do is go to bed. I wasn't used to all these night life of eating, smoking, and drinking at bars, common amongst literary artists. Someone should wake me up tomorrow,
Day 4 in Brazil, here I come.