Day 29 | Gindungo: 5 days to go

Oh my goodness, good morning for the second time. I woke up early, I dropped this note on Facebook because I had to get it off my chest: “When the past calls, don’t answer. It has nothing new to say”. Some of you guys already liked it. Then I fell back asleep and reality hit […]

Day 28 | Gindungo: 6 days to go

Oh my god, I just slept until 4pm. The bus was scheduled for 8:45pm yesterday, but of course it got to the station 30 mins late. Eh, blame it on the New York traffic, especially on a Friday night when everybody is coming to the city to party. I could’ve stayed in New York longer, […]

Day 28 | Bye Bye New York City

Bye bye New York City. I will see you soon. Thank you for the hospitality and accommodation and of course your quality of lifestyle. The city that never sleeps, the good the bad and the ugly and especially the rough on the outside and soft on the inside of these people. When you look at […]

Day 27 | NYC Subway Saga, part3

After leaving my taco spot, the city was a little windy, windy, windy. Not really cold, but windy. I was walking around looking for something to buy and I saw Aldo and then I saw H&M. And I was like “fuck H&M”, remember when they put the picture of the coolest monkey in the jungle […]

Day 27 | NYC Subway Saga, part 2

My second day on the metro. At my favorite stop, next to my airBnB palace.  I think it’s gonna go much better. The cops are right there and the folks behind me are waiting to get into the metro for free.99. Everybody’s paying because they see the cops. I didn’t use the Japanese machine, but […]

Day 27 | Gindungo: 7 days to go

Oh my god! I just opened up my eyes and realized I woke up away from Montreal. It’s day 27 of soberness and smoking free and I believe my biggest challenge was yesterday, because my biggest drink uber friend my Jack Daniels old school friend Mr Javi was there and all my New York people […]

Day 26 | NYC Subway Saga

The stupidest subway system in the entire universe. First of all, there is a lady sitting at the booth, giving you instructions to go work with a machine that has 600 buttons on it and looks like a fucking Japanese robot. The lady in the booth is extra rude, with a majestic moustache. After I […]

Day 26 | Gindungo: 9 to go

Allo Mi Gente, good morning, I know it’s not really good morning, but I feel asleep in Montreal, but I woke up in New York, New York, bitcheeeeeeeeeeeeeees. It is the officially first day out of Canada, and let me tell you, my DM blowing! I feel like I came out of jail. And everybody […]

Day 26 | Bonus Post

Good midnight Mi Gente. It’s with a lot of pride that I tell you that the first real freedom is happening right now. When I was in Portugal, I was talking to my brother from another mother Mr David Hernandez, an amazing promoter of kizomba from New York. We hadn’t seen each other for a […]

Day 23 | Gindungo: 12 to go

Good morning Mi Gente. This post is exclusively for my fellow dancers, especially new dancers and new performers that are trying to break  into this kizomba business by any means necessary. Listen here, motherfuckers! I am an artist. Flavie’s an artist. Aka we need to teach classes and we need to travel to make our […]

Day 19 | Gindungo: 16 to go

19! We almost at day 20 of soberness. Poor Malenfant. We had to wake up at 5o’clock in the morning to go and get some paperwork done in Quebec city. We drove 3 hours. I had to stand OUTSIDE, a long waiting line. Thank you US 🇺🇸embassy, making a nigga stand in the wind and […]

Day 12 | Gindungo: 23 to go

Good morning Mi Gente. I know, it’s about noon. I started my day with this amazing quote “That’s the problem with putting others first: you’ve taught them you come second”. Stop trying to please people, my people, and try to please yourself much more often. Our differences are the things that make each one of […]