Years before Africa was identified as the dark continent, it was known by its ancestral name Alkebulan: A place of strength and the birthplace of civilization. It represented the promise of mankind and the creativity of universal personification. The soil was gritty, yet nurturing. The landscape was lush and full. The context of Alkebulan was relevant, cool and in essence the rebel soul of the earth. Spring forward to Brooklyn, NY 2007 and peep what Alkebulan reps now. Molded by the framework of Freedom Williams Entertainment, a muse has adopted the moniker of the motherland in a defiant gesture to steal back what soul music has become. Her style puts the middle finger up to "nuts and berries", incense smoked choking poets void of personal experiences. With her African & Puerto Rican heritage, she keeps it gully and pours everything into lyrics that uplift, identifies and sometime schools radio-stoners to survival tips within an urban jungle. Basically, she is Africa pumping to America's addictively infested Hip-Hop beats. Strength. Grit. Nurture. Soul. Alkebulan takes lyrics that can rival any emcee and deliver it with the sensuality a 70's funk songstress. Ask Sheek from the Lox, why he found himself compelled to spit after just hearing the remix track vocals only once through a studio session wall. Or BETJ programmers why even without an album, pushed the single "Not Love At First Sight" into rotation. Often labeled the Erykah Badu of the Latin world, she opts for a more appropriate analogy. She is the anti-definable. She goes for no boxes. Not in the Latin world or in R&B. Soft when needed to be, Hard when she has to be and always doing opposite of what you think your spirit wants her to do: The Rebel Soul. Anarchy has never been so delicious.
