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partyanimal167 · 4 months

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Dance with Me- Miguel x F!Reader

This total blurb got thrown together because I saw this beautiful art by @satoshiiarts (girl the way you drew him. the way i'd fold) and I needed to write something to calm this cat down so~

CW: fem reader, implied slight age gap, author knows some Spanish, hot fluff, afro Caribbean reader in mind

(A/N: before y'all get on my throat, I know bachata isn't Mexican, but New York irl is diverse so just follow me here and see the vision)

You somehow let your friend convince you to go out even though you worked the dinner shift. She made a good point saying that by the time you'd be off and arrived the clubs would be at it's peak vibes. You really just wanted to lay down and have a drink, but it had been awhile and even though you weren't going to a fete it would still be nice to let loose.

So you threw on that outfit that had been sitting in the back of your closet, grabbed your black mesh boots, took a shot for courage, and headed out.

There was a reggaeton-dancehall mash up when you and your friends arrived, and it immediately helped you relax. Your group found a spot to peek around--trying to decide on getting a drink or jumping on the floor. Drinks won, and first round was on you. Thankfully, the bar wasn't super crowded (no college kids), so it wasn't hard to get there. You two-stepped your way through, but accidentally bumped into someone who was reaching for their Modelo.

You gasped and placed your hand on the person's arm. "I'm so sorry! You didn't spill your drink, did you?" You absolutely hated when that happened--drunk people that needed to go home, but you were just a little clumsy tonight.

"Oh no need to worry."

Holy fuck. Holy fuck! Your brain short-circuited. You had to take a moment to breath, and prayed to God your eyes weren't bulging out of your head. The man was taller than you and gave you a soft smile despite the hard features. His cheeks were sharp. His eyes burned red. The gold of his earrings and necklace beamed when the club lights caught on it. The few gray hairs made your brain flash to dangerous places. The black dress shirt was filled, and you were so tempted to just steal a glance at whatever piece of chest you could get.

Say something! You giggled stupidly as your face was warming up, and you quickly turned to the bar hoping to have not looked like an idiot.

You shouted your order over the music to the bartender before patting your pants for your card. An arm reached passed you and placed a bill on the counter. "Here you go," the bartender took the money and went working on the drinks.

You tensed for a moment before turning and looking up at the man. Now he was grinning. "Uh, thank you so much." you smiled.

The man shrugged. "Here's your change, Miguel."

"No lo necesito." the man replied. You weren't sure what to say so you gave him your name. "Miguel, nice to meet you. Hanging out with your friends?"

Drinks starting getting placed in front of you. You nodded as you glanced at your friends who seemed to start feeling the music. "Yeah it's girls night."

The man raised his beer and winked. "Well have fun tonight, then chiquita." and he walked away.

Why is he leaving! You squeaked internally before grabbing the drinks ready to point out the man to your friends and get the night going.

...

You were feeling loose and happy. The night had taken a turn and the bachata mixes were starting up. Your friends were quick to partner up and get to stepping and swaying. You all moved throughout the floor, twirling before finding yourselves with a new partner and rhythm. It had taken you awhile to get to the point where you'd be okay dancing in public, but it had been in your blood and soon you embraced it. Most people kept it fun and light-hearted which was always nice.

You had found yourself alone for a moment and just as you were about to dance your way back to your seat, you felt a confident pull of your hips which had you leaning against someone's chest and a hand holding yours. They took the lead easily, and you took in how smoothly they stepped before spinning you and pulling your in close.

It took everything in you not to fumble your steps, but maybe the man noticed your bit of surprise and chuckle. "Is it okay if we dance?"

"Yes," you squeaked out.

Miguel grinned as he continued to move you around the floor. "Sorry, if I came across too forward. You just looked so good dancing. I wanted a turn." God, this man needed to stop talking. You were going to freeze up any moment if he kept going on with that voice of his. "I hope I'm a good enough partner for you bebita."

You laughed nervously and shook your head. "Oh more than adequate. I'm sure everyone wishes to switch places with me."

"Hmm, maybe the other way around. We probably look good out here."

"You certainly do." you replied with out thinking. "Oh wait, I-,"

"You flatter me." was all he said though you could tell he didn't necessarily disagree.

Soon enough, you got over your bit of nerves and continued dancing with the man. Though you would normally only dance with someone for a song or two, it quickly became three or four with Miguel. He was probably dancing just as long as you, and you were starting to get a little winded though you wouldn't let him escape again.

"Ah me olvidé, it's girl's night. Let me get you back to your friends, hermosa." the man paused by the wall and let go of your hands.

Not yet! You waved your hands. "I'm sure they're fine...unless you have someone you need to get back to then no worries!" you tripped over your words.

Miguel huffed a laugh and scratched the back of his head. "Eh not really. I came with my brother, but who knows where he is?" you both turned hearing your name called, and you saw your friends waving and whistling you on. Your face flared up. I'm going to kill them! The man could probably tell what was going on and smiled. "Hehe, go have fun tonight bebita and get home safe." he handed you a card before bringing the back of your hand to his lips and placing a kiss. "We'll dance again some other time."

Watching him walk away was only a little painful considering the view, but you silently cheered before going back to your girls to gush over the last hour.

You guessed it did pay to leave the house every now and then.

I actually wanna go dancing now that's crazy! But there's no Miguel for me to run into 😭😭😭😭

Thanks for reading!

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#atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #silverfox miguel #spiderman 2099 #blurb #kinda lol #night club #dancing #bachata #fem reader #fic inspired by art #mine #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fanfiction #fluff #Spotify

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la-femme-au-collier-vert · 2 months

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So you want to learn about Louisiana Voodoo…

door in New Orleans by Jean-Marcel St. Jacques

For better or worse (almost always downright wrong) Louisiana Voodoo and Hoodoo are likely to come up in any depiction of the state of Louisiana. I’ve created a list of works on contemporary and historical Voodoo/Hoodoo for anyone who’d like to learn more about what this tradition is and is not (hint: it developed separately from Haitian Vodou which is its own thing) or would like to depict it in a non-stereotypical way. I’ve listed them in chronological order. Please keep a few things in mind. Almost all sources presented unfortunately have their biases. As ethnographies Hurston’s work no longer represent best practices in Anthropology and has been suspected of embellishment and sensationalism on this topic. Additionally the portrayal is of the religion as it was nearly 100 years ago- all traditions change over time. Likewise Teish is extremely valuable for providing an inside view into the practice but certain views, as on Ancient Egypt, may be offensive now. I have chosen to include the non-academic works by Alvarado and Filan for the research on historical Voodoo they did with regards to the Federal Writer’s Project that is not readily accessible, HOWEVER, this is NOT a guide to teach you to practice this closed tradition, and again some of the opinions are suspect- DO NOT use sage, which is part of Native practice and destroys local environments. I do not support every view expressed but think even when wrong these sources present something to be learned about the way we treat culture

*Start with Osbey, the shortest of the works. To compare Louisiana Voodoo with other traditions see the chapter on Haitian Vodou in Creole Religions of the Caribbean by Olmos and Paravinsi-Gebert. Additionally many songs and chants were originally in Louisiana Creole (different from the Louisiana French dialect), which is now severely endangered. You can study the language in Ti Liv Kreyol by Guillery-Chatman et. Al.

Le Petit Albert by Albertus Parvus Lucius (1706) grimoire widely circulated in France in the 18th century, brought to the colony & significantly impacted Hoodoo

Mules and Men by Zora Neale Hurston (1935)

Spirit World-Photographs & Journal: Pattern in the Expressive Folk Culture of Afro-American New Orleans by Michael P. Smith (1984)

Jambalaya: The Natural Woman's Book of Personal Charms and Practical Rituals by Luisah Teish (1985)

Eve’s Bayou (1997), film

Spiritual Merchants: Religion, Magic, and Commerce by Carolyn Morrow Long (2001)

A New Orleans Voodoo Priestess: The Legend and Reality of Marie Laveau by Carolyn Morrow Long (2006)

“Yoruba Influences on Haitian Vodou and New Orleans Voodoo” by Ina J. Fandrich (2007)

The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook by Kenaz Filan (2011)

“Why We Can’t Talk To You About Voodoo” by Brenda Marie Osbey (2011)

Mojo Workin': The Old African American Hoodoo System by Katrina Hazzard-Donald (2013)

The Tomb of Marie Laveau In St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 by Carolyn Morrow Long (2016)

Lemonade, visual album by Beyonce (2016)

How to Make Lemonade, book by Beyonce (2016)

“Work the Root: Black Feminism, Hoodoo Love Rituals, and Practices of Freedom” by Lyndsey Stewart (2017)

The Lemonade Reader edited by Kinitra D. Brooks and Kameelah L. Martin (2019)

The Magic of Marie Laveau by Denise Alvarado (2020)

In Our Mother’s Gardens (2021), documentary on Netflix, around 1 hour mark traditional offering to the ancestors by Dr. Zauditu-Selassie

“Playing the Bamboula” rhythm for honoring ancestors associated with historical Voodoo

Voodoo and Power: The Politics of Religion in New Orleans 1880-1940 by Kodi A. Roberts (2023)

The Marie Laveau Grimoire by Denise Alvarado (2024)

Voodoo: An African American Religion by Jeffrey E. Anderson (2024)

#I’ll continue to update as I find more sources #Please be respectful of other people’s religion #Louisiana Voodoo #Louisiana Hoodoo #In the case of authors behind a paywall or whom you do not wish to support I highly recommend your local library #I do not support every view but think even when wrong they present something to be learned about the way we treat culture #Voodoo #Hoodoo #conjure #rootwork #Books

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urfavnegronerd · 10 months

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welcome to boxer boy

hi hi hi, t i present to u boxer boy! if ur new to this concept (or jus need a refresher) below is all of the resources on characters

warnings: violence (not unsolicited this is a boxer au) swearing, use of the n word, talks of racism, and i think that's it, lmk if i missed something!

i wrote conversation the way i conversate w my friends family and cousins, so this is very caribbean/ taíno/ afro latine/ in general black! coded!

published: august 2, 2023

w/c: 2.47 k ish

Chests heave and sweat travels, leaving streaks down pretty brown skin and resting, finally, on an upper lip. Groans and grunts bounce off the wall of a run-down gym, filled to the brim with a burning passion, the passion to prove yourself.

“Miles! Focus up! Eyes up, watch the hands.”

Miles says nothing, a mere grunt in response angling his eyes up and off the ground. The first time he’s fully taken in his opponent since the sparring match. His opponent has a few good inches on him. Tall and muscular, almost beefy, with a square and set jaw. Ducking and fumbling, he desperately weaves and dodges the strikes his opponent throws again and again.

“Miles”

Falling into a rhythm of combinations, he begins to float, weaving in and out of corners, his feet barely touching the floor. Tragically, this ends prematurely with one good hook that leaves his ears ringing.

“Damn it, Miles,” Alexei grumbles, Russian accent thicker than clay, rubbing his face in a combination of concern, disdain, and a twinge of disappointment. “The hands Miles, always watch hands and shoulders.”

Shaking himself back up, Miles exits the ring, climbing between the ropes and tearing off his gloves he groans and sits on the very edge of the ring in front of Alexei who holds his hands out to inspect Miles for any injuries.

“You did good, for someone that size. I have opening this week for one on one training session. Yes?” Alexei almost stubbornly mumbles to him, cradling his face in his hands and inspecting his head for any damage.

“Yes,” Miles grumbles.

“I see you Tuesday at six, don’t be late.” Alexei pats his shoulder in an almost fatherly motion. Almost fatherly.

Pushing himself off the edge of the ring and giving his opponent, apparently named Marco, a quick dap out of respect, he staggers to the locker room, cursing himself under his breath.

“What? You get fucked up out there?” Jakobi snorts, shrugging a black tee over his head. “Prolly ain’t even that bad, son.”

“Barely, the nigga had like three inches on me, not to mention a different fucking weight class,” he huffs.

“That don’t sound like ‘barely’ bruh, sounds like your ass got pounded out there,”

“I ain’t get pounded, it was just a hook.”

Jakobi visibly winces and sucks in air, his face contorting as if he could feel it. Bringing his fist to his mouth, “Left?”

“Right.”

“Damn,” he whistles, rubbing the right side of his face. “You good?”

“Fine,”

Shaking his head and sighing “Don’t sound fine to me. You ain’t supposed to win every time my nigga, don’t let it go to your head.”

“Yeah, whatever man, I’ll see you.”

“Damn straight,” he affirms, clapping Miles’ shoulder and leaving, a duffle bag draped over his shoulder.

And so it begins.

Pulling off his muscle tee, he investigates the small bruises that litter his abdomen and ribs, all of which are in different healing phases. Pressing down on the dark purple contusion, he inhales sharply and jolts his hand back. Rubbing his face and running his hands over his braids he lets out a sigh and laces his fingers on the crown of his head.

“You ain’t supposed to win every time my nigga,”

But he should be winning every time, fueled with the white-hot grief turned to rage, he should be winning.

“Ay, pero mami, ¡no quiero ir!”

Ay, but Mom, I don't want to go

“Kori. You won the lottery. You took the test. We’ve had this discussion for weeks on end. I said you’re going and that’s final.”

“But–”

“Kori. No. I work my ass off for you. You are my world, you hear that? And so help me god, I’m not just going to let you throw your life away because you have some conspiracy about this school,”

“Pero, it’s not a conspiracy Ma! This is what they want, for a bunch of quote-unquote ‘above average’ Black kids to test into some bougie school so they forget where they come from,”

Alma sighs, places the laundry basket on the couch, and turns.

“Look, I get why you don’t want to go to Visions, okay? And it’s a big adjustment for both of us. I don’t understand why you have this hatred towards this school, but please try for me. I love how passionate you are about this matter, I just wish you could put this passion, this spark that I see in you into loving this school. Proving to the world that we aren’t just some stupid Taínos. I love you so much Kori, I want the best for you, you deserve it mi vida. ¿Comprendes?”

A stifled silence follows.

“Kori.”

“Fine.”

“Como que ‘fine’? Por que no dices ‘sí’? soy tu madre”

What do you mean, 'fine'? Why don't you say yes? I'm your mother.

“Yes, Mom, I understand,”

“Good. Help me with the laundry.”

“Miles? ¿Estás aquí mijo?”

Miles? Are you here/ have you arrived my son?

He stops in his tracks, slightly wincing, a bruise forming on the side of his face from the match earlier.

“Hey Mamá,”

Rounding the corner, fatigue lining her eyes, she gasps dropping the empty delivery box and rushing to examine his face.

“Miles! ¿Qué es esto? Qué está pasando?!? tú cara, mijo, estás herido?!?”

Miles! What is this? What happened? Your face, my son, are you hurt?

“Ma, no es nada–”

Ma, it's nothing--

“Miles, ¿como que ‘no es nada’? ¡Mira tu cara! ¿No es nada? Explicame, como eso no es nada. Ahora, Miles, go!”

Miles, what do you mean 'it's nothing'? Look at your face! It's nothing? Tell me how its nothing. Now, Miles, go!

“Solo fue un spar en entrenamiento, no es serio ma, soy bien, te lo prometo,”

It was just a spar in training, it's not serious Ma, I'm fine, I promise,

“... por dios Miles,”

My god Miles

“I’m sorry Ma I–”

“I– Miles.” Rio grabs his face, forcing him to look down at her “You, you’re my little boy. No matter how much taller than me you get, you’re my little boy okay? Take care of that little boy for me, make sure he is loved. And safe, mijo. I want my little boy to be safe, ¿entiendes?”

mijo- my son, entiendes- understand

“I got you ma,”

Still cradling his face, her face seems to crumple at the edges whilst rubbing her thumb against his jaw. It had been difficult to raise him on her own, he was old enough to look after and take care of himself, but at what cost? She knew he was trying his best to stay safe and do his best at school, but she still worried. Worried about him, she felt like a ghost in her own home. Barely there, barely scratching the surface of making a difference in his life. She wanted him to know that she cared so deeply, yet how could she? She couldn’t exactly spell it out for him, he’d grown too hard-headed after Jeff’s death, always insisting to take care of himself. She knew it was for her benefit, to have one less person to take care of, but Miles was her little boy. The little boy who used to beg for a spoonful of whatever was being cooked on the stove, the little boy who used to squat on the middle of the pavement and examine the cracks in the sidewalk with his grubby little fingers, the same little boy who would collect dandelions in a bouquet to give her after a long shift. What happened to that little boy she could just cradle in his chest and protect from the bad in the world? Where did he go?

“Good.” She sighed “Te quiero tanto, Miles, pero ya tu sabes, ¿sí?”

I love you so much, Miles, but you know that, yes?

“Sí Mamá, yo sé, y te quiero tambíen,”

Yes Mom, I know, and I love you too

“Lilac I just feel stupid in this uniform”

“Girl, bye, dudes be likin bitches in skirts and polos now, aren't smart girls the shit now?”

“That's not the point!”

“What you don't wanna find some fine-ass nigga there? ain’t none at Oscasio that's for damn sure”

“You a damn lie bitch and you know that,”

“And what would you know about that, your ass barely left the damn classroom while you were here,”

“That don't mean a bitch ain't look, girl, the fuck?”

“Who were you looking at?” Lilac’s voice calms down to a whisper, and Kori can hear her swinging her feet and smiling over the phone

“That one guy, his boys called him ghost or whatever-”

“YOU HAD A CRUSH ON GHOST?”

“Briefly–”

“GHOST? The ghost? Yall so different forreal but–”

“That's not the point, I'm not gonna be seein none of him at no visions academy”

“Hh here she go yall–”

“I’m just saying–”

“Bitch you been there a month, 31 days, any complaints?”

“... I–”

“Bitch exactly, you don't have no complaints, you like it there,”

“Ain’t nobody say I like it”

“But you don’t hate it,”

“I hate that I got all these twisted ass white folks lookin at me weird–”

“K dot, whoooo gives a fuck? you're just better than them, move on wit it, it's not that serious”

“Lilac it feels that serious is what I'm tryna say! all these rich-ass white kids who prolly aint been through half the shit I did got a seat at the table without working half as hard!”

“Look bruh I hear you loud and clear but now you’re just being a hard-headed ass bitch K dot. Visions have the best programs in allat nerdy shit you're into, fucking look around! You’re getting what you need after years of feeling different from everybody else, I watched you hate yourself for literal years because none of the Black kids in our little Brooklyn public school liked the things you did. And now you have maybe a handful of Black kids just as weird and nerdy as you, but you tryna tell me you ain't like it over there? Bullshit Kori and you know this,”

“Lilac–”

“Would you just shut up and admit I’m right?”

“Fine. you’re right.”

“I know, now listen this kid that hangs around the track team at school, Jakobi or whatever, annoying as shit, knows this kid at Visions. Got his number in my phone from our history group chat, you want me to hook something up so you can make friends up in that nerdy cesspool?”

“Fuck you know about cesspools?”

“Answer the damn question, Kori,”

“Yeah, fine, sure,”

“I got you,”

“I know,”

“Listen, I gotta go do meal prep for track this week, ima talk to you soon?”

“Yeah, yeah”

“Byeee K dot, love you,”

“Love you too Lilac,”

Sighing, Kori flops back onto their bed. exasperated, confused, and feeling violated for whatever reason. Lilac’s known them since the two of them were tiny, right after she had moved to the States with her mom, she knows her better than anyone. She was probably right, but it felt wrong to be said out loud. In truth, Kori loved and hated it there. She loves the way the halls are clean every morning, never once smelling like a cheap strain of weed or putrid hallway sex. They hated all the dirty looks she got just raising their hand in class, hated the way she could feel their eyes burning into the four braids they keep tightly cornrowed to their scalp in a zig-zag pattern. She didn’t know what she felt, but she knew it wasn’t positive. Not in the least.

“Kobi?”

“Yurrr, what's goody what’s goody what’s poppin Miles?”

“Nigga, do you see the time?”

“Whatever, anyway–”

“I don't feel like opening a window,”

“I ain’t comin over?!? You miss me or sumn? Want me all up next to you?”

“Stop being like that, whatchu need Jakobi? You need me to come get you from somewhere?”

“Nah, some girl at Oscasio is mad tight with a transfer to Visions, Kori or sumn, asked me to hook y’all up. Her friend said she had some big-ass brown eyes and medium brown skin and cornrows in a zig-zag pattern and wears them legend blue retro 11s,”

“Ain’t looking for a girl man, and you know this,”

“Not like that, I’m sayin just to have someone on your side in that bougie ass school,”

“You said her name was what?”

“Kori I think,”

“Oh,”

“Oh?” he mocked “Fuck you mean ‘oh’? I’m over here finding you someone to eat lunch witchyo grumpy ass and all you wanna say is ‘Oh’? Well fuck you too nigga, damn,”

“It ain’t even like that bruh, I was just takin in her name bruh,”

“Since when you takin names like that?”

“Since it’s 11 pm and I was listening to music on vinyl tryna put my ass to bed,”

“Oh, you all domesticated now?”

“It’s called a right hook to the jaw, stupid,”

“Aight, man, I gotchu. Sleep good,”

“Yeah, whatever, you need anything?”

“Nah, that’s all,”

“You said what? Blue retro 11s?”

“Yeah, them light blue joints with the gummy soles”

“Aight then, see you,”

“Damn right, you will,”

Miles’ ear is met with the dial tone and he slumps back into bed, stretching under the covers, listening to whatever vinyl his dad used to play at night. The ringing in his ear had lulled to a dull ache, the left side of his face sore, but not hurt enough to bruise.

“Kori. Aight then.”

“Kori, right?”

Jumping out of her skin, they turn.

“Yeah,” She clears her throat “I’m Kori. Who are you?”

“Miles,”

“Oh,”

“Tight Js,”

“StockX,”

“Them niggas too expensive on there,”

Tension immediately disintegrates from her shoulders when she hears his slight Brooklyn drawl and what’s no doubt a nuyorican accent.

“You needa get em when they first drop, then that's retail price without the upcharge,”

“What are you, some sorta sneakerhead?”

“Self-proclaimed,” She shrugs

“Figures, they still white as hell,”

“I’m Taino,” She cocks her head to the side, gesturing to her skin and cornrows.

“The shoes I mean,”

“Oh,”

“Yeah,”

“You said your names, Kori, right?”

“K dot,”

“Like Kendrick Lamar?”

“I did it first,”

“Yeah, whatever, nice to meet you,”

“You too,”

Pulling his lips into a loose smile, Miles walks down the hall towards his next class, a small wave in Kori’s direction and he’s gone.

Miles.

She liked how he complimented her shoes immediately, most people here don’t pay any mind to them. Liked how he was like her in the sense that he liked, or at least knew of, Kendrick Lamar, liked how the conversation flowed naturally with him and he probably spoke Spanish too. It felt good to them, to know that she wasn’t alone in this huge school and to know that this twin-tailed ass nigga probably was a good person. What kind of monster compliments retro 11s? She doesn’t think Ted Bundy did such a thing, she didn’t believe it though. People usually don’t approach them without a reason, but it seemed like Miles did. Cool and casual as if he didn’t want anything from her, which was weird. What did he care about her?

“Miles,” She whispers to herself “Aight then.”

a/n: sooooooo? worth the wait? lmk if this something yall want me to continue!

taglist: @nagi3seastorm @lunarfleur @milesmolasses @hearts4hobie @kombuuuu @hummusxx @n1cole-ghost (lmk if u wanna be on the taglist, i think i'm gonna make a form!)

🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach

xo,

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melanieph321 · 1 year

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Ruben Dias x black reader +18

I saw this picture of Ruben and thought whatta hey! 😜

Summary - She was a party girl and he does not party. Two worlds collid when the two of them meet at a party/nutrition conference

Enjoy!

He had been watching her for a while now, out on the dancfloor, her hips moving freely to the ear numbing music under the many sparkling lights. Ruben wasn't much for parties, but since it was arranged by the Gatorade nutrition conference, he felt the need to make an appearance. After all, they were one of the teams biggest sponsors. It would be unwise to make them unhappy.

His attention had quickly been drawn to the woman which keynote speech he had listened to previously that day. It had been quite the keynote about groundbreaking research that had been within the field of the human digestive system. Come to find that the fascinating woman presenting that research was nothing but a party girl.

"I don't dance." Ruben said as the two of them somehow ended up getting introduced to each other. It was Ruben who suggested that they'd talk out in the balcony. The loud music was beginning to give him a headache.

"Not even a little?" She frowned. Her lips were painted red, matching the color of her dress that hugged her shape.

"Why should we dance when no one else out here is doing it?" Ruben looked around. They were accompanied by a few other people from the confrence. They were making acquaintances for future connections. Ruben felt happy to be making acquaintance with the most gorgeous person from the confrence.

"That's the best time to start dancing, don't you think?"

"I firmly disagree." He chuckled. She was brave though, asking him to dance in a formal setting like this.

"I can't say I'm shocked." She said.

Ruben looked away, hiding his smile.

"What can you do then Ruben Dias?"

He searched her eyes, not sure why he felt so challenged by her piercing gaze. " I play football." He said.

"Oh really?" She exclaimed.

"Surprised?"

"Very." She nodded. "A footballer should have some rhythm in his feet, don't you think?"

"Having rhythm and dancing is not the same thing."

"But it is."

Ruben snorted. "So you mean to say that if I put a ball at your feet you'd know how to dribble it like Neymar?"

"No, but maybe like one Ruben Dias who can't dance." She smiled, a challenging smile.

"That's it, I'm taking you with me to the pitch."

"Bet." She chuckled, however did not expect Ruben to actually drag her out of the party and onto his car that stood parked down the street. Despite being complete strangers, she found herself trusting him with her life. Especially since he was doing 130 km/h on a highway with the speed limit of 110 km/h.

"My name is Mayisha by the way." The wind from the roofless vehicle stirring her afro.

"Hi Mayisha, I'm Ruben." He said, stretching out a hand for her to greet. She shook it fast for him to drive with both hands again. She wasn't sure where all of this was going, especially not when Rubens car was headed towards The Ethiad Stadium of all places.

"Um...Ruben?" He came around the car, holding up the door for her to step out onto the stadium parking lot.

"Where exactly are we going?" She said, eyeing the massive building that rose before them.

"You trust me?" Ruben said, offering her his hand. She took with slight hesitation. But it wasn't until they were well inside the actually stadium that she realized what was actually happening.

"I take it you don't watch football?" Ruben said, grabbing a ball from a pit full of them.

"Hardly and if I did it wouldn't be English football."

Ruben paused. "Why not?"

"Cuz I'm Caribbean." She frowned. "Mi don't support colonizers."

"Well then, you won't want to know my nationality."

"Let me guess, Spanish?"

"Portuguese."

"I see." She said, a slight grimace.

Ruben led them through a tunnel, stopping in front of a seald port. "It's not too late to back out." He said, turning to Mayisha. She bit her lip. Perhaps contemplating it. "Proves I'm right though. Just because you have rhythm doesn't automatically mean that you can bust a move. Same thing with playing football. "

She snorted. To Rubens relief. "I ain't backing out of nothing."

"Good." He said, pushing open the giant port. The stadium lights hitting them like a wall.

"No fucking way." Mayisha gasped, goosebumps running up her arms. Ruben placed the ball at his feet, kicking it ahead of them.

"Shall we dance?"

So they did, with Mayisha having to remove her shoes since she wore heels. Ruben only found it fair to do the same. He proved her right though, not all people with rhythm could kick a ball. Mayisha did put up a good fight though, managing to place the ball between Rubens legs.

"Once." He said, making sure he ego didn't get bigger than it already was.

"What now?" She asked as the walk back to Rubens car was too short for any of their liking. The connection between them was undeniably and slightly magical.

"I don't believe in magic." Ruben said, when she brought up the subject.

"No. How about love, do you believe in the most ancient form of magic?"

"Hmm, it depends."

"Depends on what?" She frowned.

Ruben tilted his head down, their height difference forcing him to. He was holding her hands, as the two of them stood in front of his car, the only car in the abandoned parking lot.

"It depends, is it unconditional love?"

"It could be." She said, gazing up at him with those challenging brown eyes of hers.

"Then I believe." He said, tilting down to initiate their first kiss. The second one came close after the first one. This time with a bit more exchange of saliva.

Ruben was egaer, one hand roaming her body as the other went to fiddle for the car keys in his pocket. The door opened with Mayisha falling back against the back seat, her body spreading before him. Ruben placed one knee between her thighs, trapping her as he bent down, serenading her neck with wett kisses.

"You smell so fucking good." He said, his lips not detaching themselves from her skin.

"You too." She said, gasping into the night.

Rubens hand went up her dress, pulling at the lace of her panties.

"Is this okay?" He groand, stopping before a point of return.

"Yes!" She said, voice airy. "God please yes."

Ruben groand as his knuckles brushed against her soft folds, her wettnes testing his resilience."

"Fuck." She squealed, as he entered her with his thumb, putting just enough pressure for her to adjust to. He then gathered her face with his free arm, tilting her chin up before liking her bottom lip. Her warm breath warmed his face. His thumb was now completely glazed with her excitement and he began moving in and out of her, just as he was hoping to do in the meek of time.

"Ruben." She cried, her fold closing around his finger as she came. He gave her a minute to catch her breath. His mouth was too busy licking her breasts anway. He took them in opened mouthed. His teeth careful not to pinch her nipples.

"Ruben please." She begged. She was ready for all of him now.

He unbuckled his belt, then searched his back pocket for his wallet. He pulled out the rubber and took himself out if his pants. His dick was throbbing in his hand as he dressed it with the condom.

"You ready for me." He said, meeting her eyes as she lay down before him.

"Yes, Ruben. Please just fuck me."

He smiled. "As you wish"

He entered her with a violent thrust of his hips.

"Fuck." She squealed.

He lifted his head "Does it hurt?"

"No. It feels good. Really good, keep going."

Ruben did as she pleased, pumping in and out of her with rapid pace and violent force. It didn't take long for his mind to lighten as somthing heavy turned in his stomach.

"Fuck I'm...I'm gonna..."

"Yes, come with me baby" She gasped. Helping with the friction by raising her hips to keep it steady. Ruben gave away one last violent thrust before collapsing on top of her, his body cradling hers, keep her warm in the dark night. Their breaths ran high but came down slowly.

Ruben lifted his head to kiss the lobe of her ear. "Was it good for you baby?" He whispered.

"Yes." She nodded.

"Good." He smiled. "Don't ever say that I have no rhythm."

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Nick Holder - "Da Sambafrique" Mundial Muzique (A Selection of Modern Afro-Caribbean, Latin, and Brazilian Rhythms) Song released in 1998. Compilation released in 1999. Deep House

Good morning 🌅

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Quantic returns with a full-fledged disco album, Dancing While Falling

The new album by Quantic aka multi instrumentalist, DJ, composer and producer Will Holland is in many ways an evolution. Now 20 years into his career, ‘Dancing While Falling’ is the British born New York based artist’s most live sounding, euphoric and, in his own words, grown up release to date. Predominantly recorded at his own Brooklyn studio, Selva, Quantic’s initial idea for his new album was to experiment sonically. However, after a while, he changed direction and realised that the record needed to also relate to the human condition not just his “singular pandemic wormhole”. The demos, then, started off as symphonic, loosely disco era dance music a departure from his previous Latin and Spanish instrumental releases. Influenced by legendary artists in the scene like Bohannon and Larry Levan, Quantic wanted to make a disco leaning album at first. “I’m really interested in Latin music and Afro Caribbean rhythms and I think there's a really amazing point in history where the emergence of those rhythms and its combination with American soul sparked what we now know as disco,” he says.

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moneeb0930 · 14 days

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10 List Of Terms Related To The "Afro" prefix: 🌍

1. Afrocentric: Referring to a cultural, historical, and social perspective that emphasizes the contributions and experiences of people of African descent.

2. Afrofuturistic: A genre that combines elements of science fiction, fantasy, and African culture to imagine alternative futures or realities.

3. Afropunk: A movement and cultural festival that celebrates and showcases the diversity and creativity of black artists and musicians.

4. Afrobeat: A genre of music that originated in Nigeria, blending traditional African rhythms with jazz, funk, and highlife.

5. Afro-Latinx: Referring to individuals of African descent in Latin American countries or with Latin American heritage.

6. Afro-Caribbean: Referring to individuals of African descent in the Caribbean region or with Caribbean heritage.

7. Afrofeminism: A feminist movement that focuses on the experiences, struggles, and empowerment of black women.

8. Afro-House: A genre of electronic dance music that blends African rhythms and traditional sounds with house music.

9. Afro-textured hair: Referring to the natural hair texture of people of African descent, characterized by tight curls or coils.

10. Afro-Latin music: A genre that combines elements of African rhythms and Latin American music styles, such as salsa, merengue, and reggaeton.

These terms represent different aspects of African and African diaspora cultures, highlighting their rich history, creativity, and influence.

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Django Black Ibiza Blackout Party Mix 2024 (Afrohouse) | Django Black

📀 Django Black – Ibiza “Blackout” Party Mix 2024 – (Afrohouse) | Django Black https://ift.tt/ArlgJXh Are you ready to set the dance floor on fire with DJANGO BLACK’s “Ibiza ‘Blackout’ Summer Mix 2024”? This mix has all the vibrant Afrohouse rhythms and pulsating beats you need to keep your party going all night. Don’t forget to subscribe to stay updated with the latest tracks and festival vibes! Timestamps: 0:00 – Intro 0:01 – DJANGO BLACK feat PATTY LOU – WAVES (Extended) Download Now! 3:37 – Florence The machine – Spectrum (Say my name) [Marco Generani remix] 8:39 – Dennis Ferrer – Hey Hey (Jack Back Extended Remix) 13:55 – Disclosure – You Me ft. Eliza Doolittle (Rivo Remix) 19:03 – Dido – Thank You (Sentin Klub XIII Soundsystem Remix) 22:58 – Years & Years – Desire (Bask Extended Mix) 26:56 – Nelly Furtado – Say It Right (Faros Remix) 30:17 – Gnarls Barkley – Crazy (Arthur Miro Afro House Edit) 33:56 – Francis Mercier Magic System – Premier Gaou (Nitefreak Extended Remix) 38:21 – Sofiya Nzaw – Mwaki (Laureano Remix) 41:14 – Billy Ocean – Caribbean Queen (merchant solitude edit) 46:28 – Robbie Williams – Feel (Disla Danis Remix) 51:15 – Daryl Hall John Oates – Out Of Touch (Vidojean X Oliver Loenn Afro House Remix) 55:25 – Everything But The Girl – Missing (Mydoz David Hopperman Remix) 59:01 – Diplo HUGEL – Stay High (feat. Julia Church) [VIP] [Official Full Stream] 1:01:15 – RÜFÜS DU SOL – Next to Me (Vintage Culture Remix) 1:07:28 – Calvin Harris ft. Sam Smith – Desire (Rivo Extended Remix) 1:12:29 – (Bounus Track/Deep House) PATTY LOU – You’re Mines Still (Django Black Remix) Extended The video is about Django Black – Ibiza “Blackout” Party Mix 2024 (Afrohouse). but also tries to cover the following subjects: DJANGO BLACK Hits Ibiza Summer Vibes Top Afrohouse Tracks TITLE : Django Black – Ibiza “Blackout” Party Mix 2024 (Afrohouse) Songs is currently on your favorite platforms: Spotify: https://ift.tt/iJjgTwV Soundcloud: https://ift.tt/vqUxsaM Subscribe To My Channel For More Official Music: https://www.youtube.com/@djangoblack-official/?sub_confirmation=1 Stay Connected With Me: Instagram: https://ift.tt/WUpndbt Facebook: https://ift.tt/xKa4Bsm Website: https://ift.tt/uKFSw3M ========================= Other Videos You Might Be Interested In Watching: Django Black Ft. Patty Lou – “Waves” – (Cover Art Video) | Django Black ========================= About Django Black: Django Black are an electronic music group of visionary producers, DJs, and artists converged, driven by a shared passion for music and a desire to break free from industry norms. Django Black is more than a collective; it’s a movement—a rebellion against the status quo. Their fusion of Afro house, pop, soul, and dance music defies convention, forging a unique sonic identity that transcends genres. Through their beats, Django Black amplifies the voices of the marginalized, weaving a tapestry of empowerment and unity. For all Inquiries, bookings, remixes, colabs, please use the contact information below: Email: [email protected] Subscribe to my channel for more great music: https://www.youtube.com/@djangoblack-official/?sub_confirmation=1 ========================= #djangoblack #ibizasummer2024 #afrohouse #blackout #summermix #partyplaylist #musicfestival #2024hits Disclaimer: We do not accept any liability for any loss or damage which is incurred from you acting or not acting as a result of reading any of our publications. You acknowledge that you use the information we provide at your own risk. Do your own research. Copyright Notice: This video and our YouTube channel contains copyrighted music and images. Any public, media and any other business usage is subject to business licence. Unauthorised usage and publications are prohibited. © Django Black from Django Black https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ipp7eaXkF28 via Django Black https://ift.tt/Yj8gk1c May 15, 2024 at 11:02PM

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Soul Around The World in 33 songs

Soul music became popular around the world, influencing countless artists across the world. We’ve put together a list with awesome soul tracks form Africa, Asia, Europa and Latin America.

В Свобода Бе Роден Ти - Трио Обектив И Естрадния Оркестър На Българското Радио (Да Танцуваме = Non Stop Dancing, 1979) - Bulgaria

Africa Is Home - Joe Mensah (Joe Mensah, 1975) - Ghana

Akale Wube - Getatchew Mekuria (Getatchew Mekuria And His Saxophone, 1972) - Ethiopia

Alabeke (Part 1) - Dan Satch & His Atomic 8 Dance Band Of Aba (Alabeke (Part 1) / Alabeke (Part 2), 197?) - Nigeria

All Of My Life - Jack Kane (Blackjack County Chain / All Of My Life, 1970) - Canada

Black Man's Cry - Lever Brothers Gay Flamingoes (Secrets Of The Pan, 1973) - Barbados

Cocaine Blues - W. Ambros (Nie Und Nimmer, 1979) - Austria

Dankasa - Uppers International (Dankasa/ Neriba Lanchina, 1973) - Ghana

Ebolo - Bell'a Njoh (Bell'a Njoh, 1978) - Cameroon

El Fen - Aït Messlaïne (Yémma / El Fen, 1976) - Algeria

Gaccia Ad' Avè - Leone Di Lernia E La Sua "New Rock Band" (Canzoni Rock Tranesi, 1975) - Italy

Hijack - The Cliques (Salsa Hits, 1975) - Philipinnes

Hold On, I'm Coming - Zoo Nee Voo (The World Of Zoo Nee Voo , 1968) - Japan

Ifetayo - Black Truth Rhythm Band (Ifetayo "Love Excells All", 1976) - Trinidad

Kadia Blues - Orchestre De La Paillotte (Volume 2, 1967) - Guinea

Kenoru Lebitcha - Alemayehu Eshete (Tikur Gissila / Kenoru Lebitcha, 1972) - Ethiopia

Lupita - Nico Gomez And His Afro Percussion Inc. (Ritual, 1971) - Belgium

Nina - Afro 70 (Em Moçambique, 1977) - Mozambique

No Intension - The Yoruba Singers (Ojinga's Own, 1974) - Guyana

Oh Baby I Don't Love You Anymore - Wolfgang Dauner Quintet (The Oimels, 1969) - Germany

Ole - The Black Santiagos (Ole/ Adan Egbomi, 1972) - Benin

Pygmy - Akira Ishikawa & Count Buffalos (Uganda, 1972) - Japan

Quit Hold - R. Conrado, A. Scuderi, P. Montanari (Bass Modulations, 1973) - Italy

Samari Bolga - Uppers Chapter Two (Walahi Talahi / Samari Bolga, 1976) - Ghana

Shando - Xoliso ‎(Shingwanyana, 1974) - South Africa

Soul House - Max Greger (Hifi-Stereo, 1970) - Germany

The Spoiler - Vigon (Greatest Hits, 1972) - France

Stasera Canto Io (Funky Broadway)- Patrick Samson Set (Sono Nero, 1968) - Italy

Tenkim Kpoho - Mary Afi Usuah (African Woman, 1978) - Nigeria

That's How I Feel - Jiro Inagaki & His Soul Media (In The Groove, 1973) - Japan

El Tiempo Apremia = Time Is Tight - Los Lazos (Como Has Hecho, 1970) - Mexico

Vamonos - Elkin & Nelson (Elkin & Nelson, 1974) - Spain

Yaraal Sa Doom - Super Jamono De Dakar (Ndaxami, 1981) - Senegal

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Release: March 20, 1993

Lyrics:

Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Oh Carolina gal prowl off

Gal yuh fi jump an prance (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Carolina come bubble 'pon me

Oh watch how she groove

Carolina come wine 'pon me

Oh watch how di gal groove

Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Oh Carolina gal prowl off

Gal yuh fi jump an prance (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Oh Carolina is a girl

She dey pon top a di world

An now she rock her body

Anna move just like a squirrel

I say young baby girl

I said I love how yuh move

Yuh just a rock to di riddim anna riddim anna move

An now yuh know di girl

Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Oh Carolina gal prowl off

Gal yuh fi jump an prance (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Oh Carolina gal prowl off

Gal yuh fi jump an prance (Prowl off, one two three)

Carolina come bubble 'pon me

Oh watch how she groove

Carolina come wine 'pon me

Oh watch how di gal groove

Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Oh Carolina gal prowl off

Gal yuh fi jump an prance (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Well how me love how she shock

Watch how she rock

Model it a swing like mi grandfather clock

Gal, move yuh body make man dem drop

Bumper jus' a move it jus' a cause roadblock

Songwriter:

Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Yes, Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)

Carolina, Carolina, Oh Carolina (Prowl off, jump an prance)

All di Brooklyn gal dem dem know fi jump an rock

(I say) Di Flatbush Gal dem

Know how fi get up and rock (Get up an rock)

Henry Mancini / John Folkes

SongFacts:

'Oh Carolina' is a Jamaican early reggae track from 1960 and one of the most important recordings in the history of Jamaican music. It was written by Count Ossie and John Folkes. The first version was recorded by the Folkes Brothers and produced by Prince Buster. A cover version of Shaggy was an international hit in 1993.

There were later arguments about the shares in the creation of the piece. What is clear, however, is that Count Ossie, John Folkes, and Prince Buster all had their share. Since this is the first Jamaican piece of music that clearly emancipated itself from US and European influences - shortly after Jamaica's independence in 1958 (within the framework of the West Indian Federation) - and uses a completely different, Afro-Caribbean rhythm, it lies suggests that Count Ossie, with his defining drumming style, was a key factor in the creation of Oh Carolina.

The single stayed in the Jamaican charts for a few weeks in 1961 and continued to be played widely in Jamaica in the years that followed. A roots reggae version of the song appeared on Count Ossie's album Grounation in 1973. In 1993, Shaggy had a worldwide hit with his cover version.

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Listen: Aminé & Kaytranada-Forever Feat. Pharrell Williams

Kaytranada and Aminé have partnered as KAYTRAMINÉ for an upcoming self-titled album. "4EVA" featuring Pharrell Williams is the first single from the project that has roots in 2013. Aminé did a bootleg remix of Kaytranada's "At All" calling his version "Not At All" that year. Kaytranada heard the remix and reached out to Aminé to offer official music for him to use. Their meeting in 2013 resulted in Kaytranada producing three songs on Aminé's 2015 mixtape Calling Brio. Fans had suggested for years that they collaborate on a full-length project and they agreed. Pharrell added some of his production skills and vocals to the hip-hop, house and Caribbean rhythms of "4EVA." The Afro-diasporic beat mashup also reeks of Afrobeats and conveys warmth with gliding synths. Listen to the festive vibe of "4EVA" from the album that officially drops on May 12th.

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Music Genres

This is a rundown of a portion of the world's music sort and their definitions.

African People - Music held to be regular of a country or ethnic gathering, known to all portions of its general public, and protected for the most part by oral custom.

Afro jazz - Alludes to jazz music which has been vigorously impacted by African music. The music took components of marabi, swing and American jazz and blended this into a novel combination. The primary band to truly accomplish this union was the South African band Jazz Crazy people.

Afro-beat - Is a blend of Yoruba music, jazz, Highlife, and funk rhythms, melded with African percussion and vocal styles, promoted in Africa during the 1970s.

Afro-Pop - Afropop or Afro Pop is a term now and then used to allude to contemporary African popular music. The term doesn't allude to a particular style or sound, however is utilized as a general term to depict African well known music.

Apala - Initially got from the Yoruba nation of Nigeria. It is a percussion-based style that created in the last part of the 1930s, when waking admirers subsequent to fasting during the Islamic heavenly month of Ramadan was utilized.

Assiko - is a well known dance from the South of Cameroon. The band is normally founded on a vocalist went with a guitar, and a percussionnist playing the throbbing mood of Assiko with metal blades and forks on a vacant container.

Batuque - is a music and dance kind from Cape Verde.

Twist Skin - is a sort of metropolitan Cameroonian famous music. Kouchoum Mbada is the most notable gathering related with the class.

Benga - Is a melodic kind of Kenyan famous music. It developed between the last part of the 1940s and late 1960s, in Kenya's capital city of Nairobi.

Biguine - is a style of music that began in Martinique in the nineteenth hundred years. By joining the conventional bele music with the polka, the dark artists of Martinique made the biguine, which involves three particular styles, the biguine de salon, the biguine de bal and the biguines de regret.

Bikutsi - is a melodic type from Cameroon. It created from the customary styles of the Beti, or Ewondo, individuals, who live around the city of Yaounde.

Bongo Flava - it has a blend of rap, hip jump, and R&B first of all yet these names don't do it equity. It's rap, hip jump and R&B Tanzanian style: a major mixture of tastes, history, culture and character.

Rhythm - is a specific series of stretches or harmonies that closes an expression, segment, or piece of music.

Calypso - is a style of Afro-Caribbean music which began in Trinidad at about the beginning of the twentieth 100 years. The foundations of the class lay in the appearance of African slaves, who, not being permitted to talk with one another, conveyed through melody.

Chaabi - is a famous music of Morocco, basically the same as the Algerian Rai.

Chimurenga - is a Zimbabwean famous music kind begat by and promoted by Thomas Mapfumo. Chimurenga is a Shona language word for battle.

Chouval Bwa - highlights percussion, bamboo woodwind, accordion, and wax-paper/brush type kazoo. The music started among rustic Martinicans.

Christian Rap - is a type of rap which utilizes Christian subjects to communicate the lyricist's confidence.

Coladeira - is a type of music in Cape Verde. Its component rises to funacola which is a combination of funanáa and coladera. Well known coladera performers incorporates Antoninho Travadinha.

Contemporary Christian - is a class of well known music which is melodiously centered around issues worried about the Christian confidence.

Country - is a mix of famous melodic structures initially tracked down in the Southern US and the Appalachian Mountains. It has establishes in conventional society music, Celtic music, blues, gospel music, hokum, and bygone era music and developed quickly during the 1920s.

Ballroom - is a kind of Jamaican famous music which created in the last part of the 1970s, with examples like Yellowman and Shabba Positions. It is otherwise called bashment. The style is portrayed by an emcee singing and toasting (or rapping) over crude and danceable music riddims.

Disco - is a classification of dance-situated popular music that was promoted in dance clubs during the 1970s.

Society - in the most fundamental feeling of the term, is music by and for the average citizens.

Free-form - is a type of electronic music that is intensely impacted by Latin American culture.

Fuji - is a famous Nigerian melodic kind. It emerged from the spontaneous creation Ajisari/were music custom, which is a sort of Muslim music performed to wake devotees before sunrise during the Ramadan fasting season.

Funana - is a blended Portuguese and African music and dance from Santiago, Cape Verde. It is said that the lower part of the body development is African, and the upper part Portuguese.

Funk - is an American melodic style that started in the mid-to late-1960s when African American performers mixed soul music, soul jazz and R&B into a cadenced, danceable new type of music.

Gangsta rap - is a subgenre of hip-jump music which created during the last part of the 1980s. 'Gangsta' is a minor departure from the spelling of 'hoodlum'. After the ubiquity of Dr. Dre's The Persistent in 1992, gangsta rap turned into the most economically worthwhile subgenre of hip-bounce.

Genge - is a sort of hip jump music that had its starting points in Nairobi, Kenya. The name was instituted and promoted by Kenyan rapper Nonini who got going at Calif Records. A style integrates hip jump, dancehall and customary African music styles. It is generally sung in Sheng(slung),Swahili or neighborhood lingos.

Gnawa - is a combination of African, Berber, and Arabic strict tunes and rhythms. It joins music and aerobatic moving. The music is both a request and a festival of life.

Gospel - is a melodic class portrayed by prevailing vocals (frequently with solid utilization of congruity) referring to verses of a strict sort, especially Christian.

Highlife - is a melodic sort that started in Ghana and spread to Sierra Leone and Nigeria during the 1920s and other West African nations.

Hip-Bounce - is a style of famous music, regularly comprising of a cadenced, rhyming vocal style called rapping (otherwise called emceeing) over sponsorship beats and scratching performed on a turntable by a DJ.

House - is a style of electronic dance music that was created by dance club DJs in Chicago in the right on time to mid-1980s. House music is emphatically affected by components of the last part of the original sound design 1970s soul-and funk-imbued dance music style of disco.

Non mainstream - is a term used to depict types, scenes, subcultures, styles and other social credits in music, described by their freedom from significant business record names and their independent, DIY way to deal with recording and distributing.

Instrumental - An instrumental is, as opposed to a tune, a melodic sythesis or recording without verses or whatever other kind of vocal music; the music is all delivered by instruments.

Isicathamiya - is a cappella singing style that started from the South African Zulus.

Jazz - is a unique American melodic fine art which began around the start of the twentieth 100 years in African American people group in the Southern US out of a conversion of African and European music customs.

Jit - is a style of famous Zimbabwean dance music. It includes a quick beat played on drums and joined by a guitar.

Juju - is a style of Nigerian famous music, got from conventional Yoruba percussion. It developed during the 1920s in metropolitan clubs across the nations. The first jùjú accounts were by Tunde Ruler and Ojoge Daniel from the 1920s.

Kizomba - is one of the most famous sorts of dance and music from Angola. Sung commonly in Portuguese, it is a kind of music with a heartfelt stream blended in with African cadence.

Kwaito - is a music sort that arose in Johannesburg, South Africa in the mid 1990s. It depends on house music beats, however commonly at a more slow rhythm and containing melodic and percussive African examples which are circled, profound basslines and frequently vocals, for the most part male, yelled or recited as opposed to sung or rapped.

Kwela - is a cheerful, frequently pennywhistle based, road music from southern Africa with fun underpinnings. It advanced from the marabi sound and carried South African music to global conspicuousness during the 1950s.

Lingala - Soukous (otherwise called Soukous or Congo, and beforehand as African rumba) is a melodic type that started in the two adjoining nations of Belgian Congo and French Congo during the 1930s and mid 1940s

Makossa - is a sort of music which is most famous in metropolitan regions in Cameroon. It is like soukous, with the exception of it incorporates solid bass beat and a noticeable horn segment. It started from a sort of Duala dance called kossa, with critical impacts from jazz, ambasse bey, Latin music, highlife and rumba.

Malouf - a sort of music imported to Tunisia from Andalusia after the Spanish victory in the fifteenth hundred years.

Mapouka - likewise known under the name of Macouka, is a customary dance from the south-east of the Ivory Coast in the space of Dabou, in some cases completed during strict services.

Maringa - is a West African melodic classification. It advanced among the Kru nation of Sierra Leone and Liberia, who utilized Portuguese guitars brought by mariners, consolidating nearby songs and rhythms with Trinidadian calypso.

Marrabenta - is a type of Mozambican dance music. It was created in Maputo, the capital city of Mozambique, previously Laurenco Marques.

Mazurka - is a Clean society dance in triple meter with an energetic rhythm, containing a weighty emphasize on the third or second beat. It is constantly found to have either a trio, quaver, specked eighth note pair, or standard eighth note pair before two quarter notes.

Mbalax - is the public famous dance music of Senegal. It is a combination of famous dance musics from the West like jazz, soul, Latin, and rock mixed with sabar, the conventional drumming and dance music of Senegal.

Mbaqanga - is a style of South African music with rustic Zulu attaches that keeps on impacting performers overall today

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