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VeganHood TV Episode 2 “Health is Wealth” 3/4

Just out. The warrior Mental Sun and friends keep workinonit. Enjoy! Thanks brotha Mental Sun!

Raw “Tacos,” or the Nigerian

This past weekend I made some raw tacos, but I don’t wanna call them that. So I figure, why not just call it the “Nigerian“? Or the “Nigerian Sandwich“? Culture is invented every day. And I have both a Nigerian and a US passport (despite the fact that I was born, raised and spent 99% of my life in New Jersey and New York City). Since this particular style is original (there are other raw “tacos” but none are exactly like these) and a dual citizen (or at least dual passport holder) made them (who can legally claim Nigerianity or Nigeriosity by parentage alone), why not? Why not call this one for the whole Nigerian world? If one Nigerian can invent and enjoy a raw vegan so-called taco or burrito, all Nigerians can. Nigeria is not a static and rigid and ultra-conservative society of maddening corruption and sickeningly needless, manmade underdevelopment, where vegetarians are unheard of. It also includes, at least in theory since I do have a Nigerian passport, wild ubuntuist atheist anarcho-syndicalist raw-vegan pro-black gentlemen like me that ride bikes, write books and do kettlebells. And as of today, it also includes raw vegan tacos. We all know about Jolof rice, named after a whole ethnic group – the Wolof people – in Senegal. Now we have something even bigger – “the Nigerian.”

Also, the “Raw Okra Stew” I’ve talked about earlier? Forget that name. I am now calling it “the Green Garvey.” Copyright the Precision Afrikan 2010, if necessary. Wait, no, “Creative” Copyright (CC), right? And it’s all 100% open-source. See? Nigeria isn’t all about the lack of government transparency.

And to the thought police goblins, don’t get your undergarments all in a wedgie over this, claiming iconoclasm or unpatrioticness – I’m just trying to rebrand Nigeria like Dora Akunyili.

New traditions, baby, new traditions, all day. Pro-human, pro-planet, art, music, poetry and literature from sun-up to sun-down. Wanna enjoy the new world, the new Pan-African, Pan-American, Virgo Supercluster vision of celebrations and saxophone horns that can be heard, yes indeed, in the vacuum of space (well at least in low-Earth orbit)? Then you must become mighty healthy. The Nigerian will help you on that path.

The ingredients are:

A) The taco build –

Big leaves of collards

A nice big red cabbage

Carrots

Okra!!!!

Snow peas

Zucchini

Tomatoes

And any other damn vegetable thing you like. Cukes, avos, sprouts, bell pepper, whatever.

B) The sauce, blended in a blender

Tomatoes – like five or six plum tomatoes in my case

An onion

Fresh basil

Fresh cilantro

An habañero pepper, aka “heat rock”

And whatever else you’d like, don’t be dogmatic – read beyond the letter of the script.

So what do you do? You blend your sauce. You could use a bicycle blender to save electricity. I don’t have one of those yet. But that’s the most basic step. Then, with a bowl of that sauce handy, and after you’ve washed all your veggies, you build your tac– erm, Nigerians.

How’s that go? I start with a big, massive leaf of a collard. Open that up and spread some of the sauce on it. Then, peel off a nice thick purple leaf of the red cabbage for the second leaf which forms the inner “bun.” Spread a spoon of your sauce on top of this, too. Then, you add your veggies. Now I sliced the zucchinis into thin pasta strips with my trusty julienne slicer, and peeled my carrots into wafer-thin strips with my reliable vegetable peeler. On all the tacos, after laying down the buns, the first joints I drop in there are a handful of zucchini strips. Then come the snow peas, a few okras (lob off the tips of those), the carrot slices, and finally a few tomatoes. And last, I dribble some more sauce across the top. And then I repeat, making enough of these to exhaust my supplies and satisfy my hunger. Other than fruits, it was my main “supper” the whole weekend.

Extremely satisfactory and delicious, and very filling. At least to me. And my taste-buds aren’t that unusual. The minions of anti-veganism may fear the “blandness” of plants. As the great DJ Dirty Harry (Rockers) once said, Remove Ya! I and I come and change the mood! Get into this real food.

Try it out. Let this crazy rasta know what you think.

And now, the porn (Nigerian porn):

These joints look like Nigeria though, right? Especially if you’ve ever been down to my area, the Niger Delta. Greenness everywhere. I’m not that far off.

New traditions, baby, new traditions, all day. Global citizens of hip-hop veganism and reggae revolution topped with ragas can now relish the Nigerian.

Shoutout to Great Black Vegans of Our Time

At this time, I would like to show respect and love to just some of my favorite and most inspiring contemporary vegans of the African world. Beginning with the sistas:

Tracye McQuirter

This is the genius and beauty who has just dropped the instant classic By Any Greens Necessary: A Revolutionary Guide for Black Women Who Want to Eat Great, Get Healthy, Lose Weight, and Look Phat. The title alone is iconic and historically legit and literate to the urgency with which Africans must change their diets if we wish to actually enjoy our existence on Earth and thrive at being productive and exemplary human beings in the process. In 2010 and beyond, more Africans are awakening to the nutritional and culinary excellence of abstaining from animal products and eating herbivorously and frugivorously. The great Tracye McQuirter speaks the language of the longevity and beauty that veganism furnishes and enables for African people. I recommend her book to brothas and sistas alike.

Koya Webb

This is a raw vegan sista whose career as personal trainer, writer, lifestyle coach, fitness model, and beyond is inspiring a generation of sistas and brothas to consider how physically liberating and empowering the raw vegan lifestyle can be in combination with vigorous, righteously sweaty exercise from day to day. This is physical culture + raw veganism in action. She embodies the fulfillment of what, in an ideal world, should be easy: radiant health and genius thinking (in a beautiful black body and soul!).

Note: For me personally, the likes of Koya Webb and Tracye McQuirter to me are in the chamber of angels – dark-skinned black vegan intellectual creative critical-thinking physically-fit warrior-goddesses who never let up, waking people up all day. When I look for a wife/life partner one day, they’re the prototype, most definitely. The sista below also belongs in this same chamber:

Breeze Harper

Genius!! Her awesome book Sistah Vegan is now just out. She analyzes the intersections of race, class, gender, ideology and forms of oppression and exclusion as pertains to women of color who live veganly, and she allows black vegan women to speak for themselves. This is the critical thought lens we desperately need as we interrogate and improve our lives as vegans of color in a world whose institutions of power and economic influence still trend towards the capitalist, the meat-centric, the exploitation-oriented, the consumption and waste-based, the arrogance of the white male and female. I plan to write a comedic/ satirical novella called Brotha Vegan in the coming months, just to stir up the pot even more; for that I owe inspiration to this gorgeous and wise sister and mother.

Now for some brothas:

Jericho Sunfire

This gentleman is an everyman bodhisattva. I remember him back when he was Richard Blackman, the fruitarian one, and he was a massive inspiration for my own movement from veganism towards raw and then low fat raw/ fruitarianism, years ago. He is a most impressive teacher, fitness trainer, athlete, scholar, spirit-genius. Jericho Sunfire might be the ultimate soul brotha one hundred. This is a man worth listening to, even if you have doubts about breatharianism and such. He has walked this walk and he is doing his thing for real. He is a leader in this black vegan, black health, Afrikan revival and revolution, Afrikans in true harmony with the planet and one another, renaissance. There are very few people in this planet I would call genius, let alone bodhisattva. This guy is dead serious, as are all the other geniuses on this page.

Storm Talifero

This is a true family brother and a man who, with his wife Jinjee, brings great raw vegans together to spread human evolution as the revolution towards fitness and clean, maximally nutritious eating. This genius has raised / is raising six children who are all themselves demonstrating genius-level capacities as young vegans. To me, he is so revolutionary in the grandness of his home, his home-schooling successes, his vigorous lifestyle, the excellence he expects and receives from his children, and his radically pro-Earth and pro-human ideologies and practices. Pro-Earth: planting fruits and vegetables sustainably, planning and building sustainable homes, promoting renewable energy, minimizing negative environmental impacts and consumption and waste. Pro-Human: practicing harmony, peace and celebration within the household and beyond, sharing and teaching the art of maximal living in harmony with our rare and singularly beautiful planet. This is what I’m talking about! I wanna do it just like him when I start a family – open-minded, creative, tolerant, harmonious, loving, raw vegan, growing food, teaching the offspring everything I know so they surpass me and outdo me in their time and protect the planet, humanity and non-humans; building things together, giving birth to an army and generation of geniuses who will invent things and ideas that even young people like me in our era can’t even imagine. Hats off to Storm Talifero and his wife Jinjee for their incredible example of what is possible in a raw vegan family.

All these cats above? Pure Generals of this movement. They are so human! Writing, teaching, doing the right things. This is what it’s about. I only wish to be as serious, productive and sharing as these African vegans. Check them out and learn from them. More later.

Okra Stew w/Carrots + Raw Vegan Muscle

The okra addict at it again for no special reason. Okra stew this time with spinach, okra and carrots. Not that all I eat is okra stews, just that it’s always when I make them that coincides with me feeling like pulling my old camera out. Had some very fine carrot/ spinach dishes (don’t know what name to give them) and zucchini pastas over the past weekend and before that.

You know how much “protein” is in that spinach, peeps? How much “calcium” is in that okra? How much “beta carotene” in them carrots? For y’all paranoid nutrient and calorie counters, the low-fat raw vegan/ fruitarian lifestyle is fantastic for the body. It’s been many, many years since I’ve been sick in any way. Never had a dietary deficiency in anything in all eleven years of veganism.

The left upper extremity of the Precision Afrikan doing some cleans and jerks with the 24kg/53lb kettlebell. The muscle fibers below the skin in this image are composed mostly of fruits and greens like spinach. No nuts and few overt fats (avos) and no artificial or concentrated supplements whatsoever other than sunshine, straight-edge living and nutritious foods! And trying to exercise the body-temple every day.

Simple, cheap, effective, sustainable, healthy. Good enough for me and good enough for all others. So to the uninitiated outsiders to veganism who are interested, stop worrying and just live this life.

Misc. – blog post written while listening to Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings’ “Window Shopping” from I Learned the Hard Way. Saw someone doing this sort of thing on another blog, thought I’d try it.

Excellent Lifetime Dance Residency

Spring break is at hand in my chamber. This semester covers the remaining prereq classes needed for OT school which’ll start in 2011. I remember that I was once supposed to live an extremely simple monk-like life, little debt and problems, wandering free. Back in high school or even early college many years ago, I was totally ready to do things the lightweight way. Yet now I find myself so busied by yet more school, after already picking up undergrad and grad degrees and debt. Too many ambitions. I just quit my exploititive job and now money thin. Thus struggle ensues.

But there is refuge from the dregs of labor and worry. One must engage in the life-dance day to day. This is my ongoing practice. Exercise. Take long walks. Eat nothing but fruit and veggies! Put nothing but beautiful clean food inside. Sleep very well and at regular hours. Be outdoors as much as possible. For me, these methods make for an enduringly joyful and amazing life. No bragging! Every single human should possess a life of pedestrian, commonplace joy. Struggle is inherent in life on Earth. But joy is held captive to the struggle for many of us. We need to learn to liberate joy and well-being from the well of stress and toil. It is there. We just need to learn to dance and pull the joy on to the discotec and out of the wallflower roll.

Walk around the town. Walk like Korusawa’s shoulder shrugging samuri. We own the place. No fake-ass nation state, no police can stop us. We must walk like vegans. Physical vegans. Jaunting smooth. Arms swinging. Blood flowing and lymph moving. Singing. Even silently.

Run around the place. Pumping heart action. Atrial naturetic peptide moving. Blood is sweet and nice when it gets mixed around in the body bathing all the cells well. Lymph cleaning the interstitial spaces and swishing around. The eyes catch sights. The lungs catch breaths. We dodge traffic. NO, we ARE traffic. We drive bicycles. We drive our bodies. Vehicular veganism. Yes! The footfalls of the runner running for speed, strength, pride, well-being. Planning to live at least 120 years on planet Earth. Big strong heart.

Push the heavy shit. This is, as Ghostface said, “dedicated to rich niggas who sell weight.” All of us are already such rich niggas (I mean Nagus!). We have the weight of our own bodies to push and pull. Push ups. Pull ups. Dips. Lunges. Squats. Crunches. Leg Lifts. Acrobatics. Streeetch! If we have access to heavy weights, we powerlift. Clean and jerk. Push press. Snatch! We do multijoint motions like deadlift. Row. Bench.

SO NICE. This is physical veganism in the spring. It’s perfect. Freedom walks to sprints to kettlebells in the park or pickup games of basketball with other youth.

Physical veganism is CORREKT. So is vehicular veganism, driving the body! It’s yours! Do it till death. You may find life extraordinary. And do it DAILY like the papers.

Oh, and throw in some daily meditation and quiet mind time to clear the third eye and sleep and wake soundly.

Just some ideas from the Afrikan raw vegan.

DANCE WITH LIFE!

What it Looks Like!

Here are photos of yesterday’s batch of raw okra stew:

And here in my hand is an habañero chili pepper – one of the hottest peppers grown on Earth, or in the known universe. I throw just one of these babies in a sauce, raw. I’ve been known to use two from time to time. It is fiyah.

I call ’em Heat Rocks.

Behold this force of nature.

Raw Okra Stew

Here is my first attempt at putting a recipe into written words:

Raw Okra Stew

All ingredients are fresh raw from the produce stand or farmer’s market!

Chop up:

Buncha Okra (like 2-4 handfuls)

Two Cucumbers

Buncha Spinach

Red Bell Peppers

(you can add or subtract whatever base veggies you want here. Tomatoes, celery, carrots, asparagus, you name it.)

Blend:

Like three or four nice tomatoes

Thumb or two of ginger

A red onion if you’re down with that

One or two habañeros (Jamaican hot peppers) because I like it hot! It’s raw but it ain’t bland son. I’m still Nigerian.

A few basil or cilantro leaves if you like

A red bell pepper

Two or three sticks of celery.

Do:

Rinse everything well.

Get a big-ass bowl.

Chop everything in the chop category into fine chunks the size of the ends of your pinkies.

Put it in the bowl.

Then blend everything in the blend category.

Pour that into the bowl.

Mix all the contents of the bowl for a few minutes until the soup is thickened into a slimy consistency by the Okra. Mix it well!

Eat.

Try this one y’all Afrikan vegans and others out there staying raw and healthy. Let me know how you like this. This is one of my main dinner dishes. I love this.