Kreyolicious Music Video…in which—in which I write my thoughts as I watch a kreyolicious music video.

Artist/Band: Karizma
Director: F. Reginald Georges/Mage Entertainment
Song: “Rive Sou Mwen”
Album: Virus

Ooh, where are we? Kentucky…somewhere in the ‘Carolinas…Or is this somewhere in Haiti?

Okay, it’s Haiti. Hooray! And look, kreyolicious cheries, there looks to be plenty of vegetation. Far from what the media out here tries to tell us…And who is this boy squatting sitting in the splendor of the grass, there? Is he the leading man?

Or is it this one with those Terminator hater blockers? Oh, wait…are they one in the same?

Um, that granps shirt…

What do we have here? Will this music vid be another one of those about childhood love? Is this a flashback?

At the 0.33 mark he says, “There’s no life without you.” Ooh, I’m loving what I’m hearing at this point.

What a nice view. That sky…those trees…those clouds…

Was this the guys who was initially sitting on the grass? Or is this…

Okay, am not too clear yet on what’s going on here. Is this guy reminiscing about a girl he lost?

And this one with him is the girl he’s with now? He’s pushing her away…like she’s some sort of rebound chick for whom he’s having buyer’s remorse.

Okay, the lyrics aren’t matching the images I’m seeing. He’s singing about how indispensable this girl is to his life, and yet…here he is pushing away this girl who’s stroking him. This could only mean one thing. Poor baby. He’s with this girl, but his mind is elsewhere. On another one…the one he truly loves…the one the lyrics are about. Right? Let me watch some more to see if this hypothesis is correct.

Nice socks, dude.

Oh, there goes the girl again. Okay, let’s try to gather all these images together and come up with something. The main guy is reminiscing about a girl from his high school days. He’s now in his college years, and he has a girlfriend, but he can’t get ‘ole girl from his past out of his mind. Aw, look how she puts on her little makeup, and plays model for him, while he fools around with his camera.

Ooh, ole girl wet that hair! Did they go out swimming? And she left her hair cap behind?

Look at her putting on that lipstick. She’s got skills.

Girl must be in love to be doing spur of the moment, hair follicle-damaging actions without her shower cap. Thou must protect thy mane, dear maiden.

Gee, what part of Haiti is this? Have to add it to my list of places to go to. I could see myself throwing a sleeping bag on that ground…going camping. It looks so peaceful. What a romantic environment for those two!

And look at him…The Chocolate Dream (the teenage years)…enjoying the tease.

Ooh, that shirt doesn’t looks so granps now that I can get a full view of The Chocolate Dream (the college years). Aha, he’s talking about returning! So, my theory was correct. So they were enjoying their days of childhood love and out of nowhere, they must have gotten separated…and in spite of being slightly older, he’s never been able to replace her. And he’s not about to lie to himself. His place is with this girl.

No wonder he barely takes off these sunglasses. He’s crying behind those shades. Can I get a podyab for this boy? On a count of one…two…three…PODYAB!

Ah, the subject of his undying affection and love. Oh, wait…in that scene where he’s in that room all alone…the hand of the girl isn’t pushed away…it’s snatched away…or rather it disappears…Aha…so this isn’t another girl…He’s never tried to replace her…he’s haunted by her…the memories of her…Got it. Just had to rewatch that part again. The things…you miss the first time around.

Those are some kreyolicious lips you’ve got there, Karizma dude.

So, he goes to their old meeting place. Trying to exacerbate those memories. He wants to be tortured, apparently.

Ooh, a botanical garden in a shed.

Where are we now? In the past…or present?

The past! For a moment there, I thought this was going to be a present tense reunion.

Look, he’s with his boys now. I wonder if he’s doing this little gathering to get some news of her…

Maybe this buddy, with his mobile phone on hand, has her current phone number?

Ooh, nice décor.

Yo, who dat?

So, it’s her…and there’s two of her to make his torture complete.

That décor again. Look at the roof. Is that refined rattan? Bamboo? Sisal?

Ah, is this her at the party? It must be. Oh, now she’s a blonde. This music video is not only a story about love, but it’s also a story about hair care. You wet your hair, and damage your follicles, and years later, you have to put on a lacefront. Nice lacefront though.

And it is her. There’s no mistaken that smile.

Er, yeah fellas, hold my drink. Imma be right back. He’s spotted her, and he’s wasting no time getting reacquainted. Hooray for him.

Hah, he gives this guy the brush off, and nearly knocks him down. He’s got to get to this girl.

Is it really her?

No, it isn’t. False alarm. Now, they did seem to look alike. Or is it that he sees her face everywhere?

His boys are giving him looks.

Oh, no, he’s taking up the bottle. Don’t do it Chocolate Dream…she’ll turn up. Pray about it.

And the bottle is more than half-way down…and the day is still young.

Ah, that place again.

A nun at a museum…this couldn’t possibly be her…could it?

Well, could it? This would destroy him.

It must be her. Otherwise, why would she be so fixated on this photo out of all the ones at this exhibit? And why does she go straight to this photo…like she knew its exact spot…has it been on display since the teenage years?

Oh, no…this has to be her. There’s no mistaking the resemblance. How will he take this news? Will he become a monk? If they can’t be reunited in body, then they can be reunited in their mutual vows.

Alright, it’s her. Too many visual clues for it to be otherwise. The photo on the wall. Now, his old camera…

That face…Very kreyolicious.

Reminiscing about the camera…and the memories that come with it.

Uh-oh, it so happens that he’s giving a tour to these kids…

The moment of truth…

He remains calm. But you can bet that his bloodstream will freeze over sooner or later. And those birds in that painting undoubtedly are stand-ins for their past…what they wish they could do now…but can’t. She’s bound by her vows to the church, so if he had dreams of reciting vows with her…those dreams are gone with the wind. This is so sad for him. For the rest of his life, he’s going to be tortured by thoughts of what could have been.

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