I N T E R V I E W 🎙

I am so excited to announce this 😆😆!!

I’m interviewing Rejoice!!

If you haven’t read my last post then first of all why the heck not 🤔? Secondly … well there really isn’t a secondly to be honest.

I’m excited to talk to Rejoice about her music, her career, her debut single, Repair and Try Again, and most importantly herself!

Next week Friday needs to come quick! ✨

* You can find Rejoice’s debut single, Repair and Try Again, on Apple Music and Spotify. Follow her on Instagram under @rejoicemusic .

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Rejoice – Little Box; My First Gig

Since I was in high school I always wanted to go to an intimate gig that wasn’t an open mic night. I can now finally say that I’ve ticked it off my bucket list!

Last night, 3.11.18 for those reading later, I went to an intimate gig of this wonderful 23 year old singer named Rejoice. I have been following Rejoice on social media since 2016 when I saw her at a gospel open mic night in Manchester, One Voice, as she did a spoken word first I was thinking “boy I love how she just makes it connect” and then she opened her mouth and I said to my friend “her voice is amazing!” And from that day I followed her on all of her social media platforms.

Going to the gig was completely last minute as I didn’t have anyone to go with so I wrote my email to book my ticket but left it as a draft until the Friday night when I finally sent it. Ticket for one Farielle Ngamakala please.

As it was my first gig I wasn’t expecting much or less, I was just going with fresh eyes and no expectations whatsoever. So this is my experience in one post.

When I got there it hadn’t started yet, but Rejoice’s first opening act was a lady called Mali Hayes. Her voice was soft, mellow and beautiful. Of course I immediately followed her on Instagram because… well why not.

Her next act was a man named Nego True, he was doing spoken words and each of his pieces were masterpieces. The type of spoken words that make you click your fingers and nod your head often and respond with a lot of hmm’s.

The intervals between each performer were entertaining as the DJ for the night, DJ Sskes, played a variation of music. From Bashment to Afrobeats to mainstream music, it was all lively and everyone had a great time dancing to the songs, including myself who was all on my lonesome.

And then the main act graced us with her presence. Looking lovely in yellow.

As soon as she started to sing, I began to become emotional. I honestly don’t know why but I was overwhelmed during the whole night. I honestly don’t know how to describe Rejoice’s voice. It honestly is something, and I can’t compare it to someone else because there is honestly no one to compare her to.

She sang various songs, some she had written and some were covers, and they just spoke to your soul. And her band Ace Notes were on point! I loved it! Her voice plus the band just made my first gig experience so much better.

There was one song in particular that moved me to tears. Enough. The words sang by Rejoice were so moving and I think due to me being overwhelmed already plus the things I am battling with I couldn’t stop myself from being emotional. Basically the song was based around her faith. If I was to describe the song for you it would be, a song about worrying whether you are enough for God. The song sounded like it came from the heart and the fact that she was sharing her struggle with us actually made me think.

I find it hard to be vulnerable, who doesn’t. It’s so hard for me to be vulnerable that I have not been able to even be vulnerable to myself. But that’s for another time. I want to talk about how much fun I had last night!

After a good few songs Rejoice had a 15 minutes break and on came another great singer named, Akin. He also sang some original songs and a cover of Tamia – So Into You which was enjoyable, with everyone joining in to sing with him. And his vocals … boy. One of the songs, which the title I don’t remember, had a line that stuck with me I had to write it down.

It’s one thing to dream but another thing to get there – Akin

When Rejoice came back she serenaded us some more with her voice but unfortunately due to the time, the fact that my buses stop at a certain time and the fact that I had work the next morning, I left at 23:40. Although I’m sure the show continued to be amazing, as it was in the beginning.

Even though I don’t know Rejoice personally, I am very proud of her and what she’s achieved so far. I hope that she’ll continue to reach new heights with her God given talent.

And that’s all she wrote …

You can find Rejoice’s newest single, Repair and Try Again on Apple Music and Spotify. And make sure you follow all the artists and the band, their Instagram accounts are linked on their names.

There’s no harm in having new artists on your song list.

I’ll be posting my videos on my Instagram tonight so keep posted.

*Update: Rejoice has agreed to do an interview!! So excited I’ll keep you all posted on that soon as everything has been set up.

F A R I E L L E .N

The Art of Pretending …

“I’m ok”, “I’m fine”, “nothings up”.

Don’t know about you guys but I use those phrases a lot when I don’t want people to know how I’m really feeling. I say it with the biggest smile on my face, and keep talking like everything’s ok. Laughing at everyone’s jokes when I actually want to sit down in the corner and have a really good cry instead. “I’m fine”, the response used when I’m actually feeling crap.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll figure it out” is what I say but I actually don’t even know how I’m going to figure this out.

The art of pretending is something I’m actually quite good at, and let’s face it majority of us are experts in the art of pretending. I call it an art because to be able to hide your true feelings, laugh and joke about and be ‘yourself’ is an art and it’s something you have to practice a lot.

People who are good at the art of pretending often tend to have depression. In the UK alone 1 in 6 people report that they have a mental health problem, such as depression, anxiety etc, (Mind, 2017) and that’s only from people who have not gone to the doctors and have gotten it clinically diagnosed. Imagine how many more have felt ‘down’ all the time and have not gone to the doctors.

Using the words from World Metal Health Awareness Day (10.10.18) it’s ok to not be ok. It’s ok to want to cry. It’s ok to want to talk to someone about your problem. You don’t have to be the master artist in pretending.

In 2017 there was a total of 5,821 suicides within the UK (Office of National Statistics, 2017). People who commit suicide majority of the time know the art of pretending very well. You’ll hear family and friends say “they were fine, happy and smiling, I don’t understand why they would do this. I wish they had spoken to me about it”. It’s a shame because I wish they were open about it and found someone to talk to about their problems. What’s a bigger shame is sometimes they had spoken to people about their problems but the pressure of whatever they were dealing with was too much for them.

No one wants to lose a loved one, especially by any sort of unexpected death, such as suicide.

From a master in the art of pretending I urge you to be open and to not pretend anymore because it’s killing us from the inside.

Remember you’re not alone.

It’s ok to not be ok and to be open …

F A R I E L L E . N

The Role Models We Keep!

Growing up I always alternated the people I looked up to, for as you grow your tastes changes, your feelings change and well … you just grow. But there are 4 people I would say have been consistent role models, during my teenage years, that I would say have helped shape my identity.

Here are my role models.

My mum. She’s taught me a lot of things the world probably would not have taught me. One of the most important things I would say she taught me was to love and care for others, those in need of our help, our love and care. She taught me to embrace the caring heart I have. She taught me to keep going, keep fighting, through whatever struggle, don’t stop! My mum inspires me to never give up on anything and not only to love others, but to take time and love myself, my skin and my body, no matter what the size [I fluctuate loads – struggles of a foodie who doesn’t work out as often as she should].

My dad. He was my teacher when the school stuck to their curriculum, the history that schools don’t teach, my dad did and through this I learnt to love history and learning new things. He taught me what it means to be African in a world that will most likely not accept me fully because of my decent, my race and my hard to pronounce surname. That is something school never could have taught me. In everything I’ve learnt from him, he’s taught me to always stand up for myself, to be stubborn for the things I want and to be a fighter.

Phoebe Buffay. Yes I said it. Phoebe from Friends, she has been someone I’ve looked up to during my teens when I got into watching the famous American sitcom. She was weird and embraced it, she loved her friends and she knew she was awesome. She made me want to embrace who I truly was and stop hiding behind some fake persona I had made to please everyone around me because that was not who I was.

Nicki Minaj. I know why Nicki? I’ll tell you why. When Nicki first came up on the rap scene she came with a mission. To change the rap game for females, and to basically change the world. I loved that about her, [I mean I loved her rap game too] I loved how her priority were the girls who had big dreams that seemed impossible but she made it seem possible! I remember going to her concert in Manchester, my first ever concert, after a few songs she gave us all a pep talk about how amazing we all were and that we had to keep on dreaming and make plans to get there. She went on to advise us to stay educated “stay in school and don’t do drugs” these were her words. And that is why she was my role model growing.

Now as I’ve grown I’ve learnt that my role models are women doing things for women, empowering them no matter their choices. Especially black Women because whilst I was growing up there was no empowerment for us and now it’s so loud and I am in love and in awe with how black women have become louder with how amazing we are. I never liked my hair, although it was relaxed, or my skin tone always wished to be lighter and my hair to be softer but now I appreciate myself more and more each day when I see other black Women appreciate themselves, their culture and their identities.

It makes me happy to know that my children will be empowered to be their black selves in this crazy world we live in. For my black daughter to know that her hair, no matter what type, her skin tone, no matter how light or dark, her facial features, no matter how big or small, are beautiful!!

Because Lord knows I didn’t grow up with any of that.

I’d love to know who your role models were and why, I like knowing what influences people to become who they are, I do study psychology after all.

Anyway … And that is all she wrote

F A R I E L L E . N .

[Insert Intro Title Here] …

Hey there beauts!

Just a quick intro to my blog and to myself.

Of course you’ve seen my name [Farielle] and that this page doesn’t have a specific topic it goes off because I am the most randomist person ever … well not ever but I am random.

So here are some random facts about me.

  • I am 22 years old. Born on the 1st July making me a Cancer ♋️
  • I was born in London but I’m from Manchester, but I live in Bolton (I didn’t move too far off). Moved to Bolton for uni but found a flat here so I don’t think I’ll be leaving any time soon
  • I am half Congolese 🇨🇩 and half Tanzanian 🇹🇿
  • I looovve vintage fashion! Absolutely love going to vintage shops and making things my own.
  • I am currently in my last year of uni [if it doesn’t kill me before I finish]

My aim of any blog I write is to express myself. Not only that but I hope that my blog helps other people and shows the world the side of me I keep to myself and the ones closest to me [like the super close ones].

I look forward to writing and for you guys to get to know me through my posts.

And That Was All She Wrote …

F A R I E L L E . N