World is vast and wide. So much out there to explore. Right now, let’s have lunch.
Die Welt ist gewaltig und weit. So viel da draußen zu entdecken. Fürs Erste, lass uns zu Mittag essen.
About Isabelle Eberhardt – Famous Explorer & Adventurer
Born and dubbed ‘illigetimate’ to her Aristocratic mother in Switzerland, Eberhardt’s life was short but certainly well-lived. Due to a family affair, Isabelle’s paternity remained a secret, and from the off, her life was steeped in secrecy and financial struggle. What’s a girl to do when she’s not wanted? Become one of the most famous explorers of all time.
The path was not going to be easy however, and Eberhardt found her female status in the 1800s slightly exacerbating in terms of traversing the world. As such, she dressed as a man, learnt several languages, and severed ties with her shattered family, and left for Africa.
Before long, Eberhardt’s experiences left her on a spirtual journey as well as a literal one, and adopted the pseudonym Si Mahmoud Essad on her quest for a more ‘free life’. She converted to Islam in order to be truly accepted in Arab society. She died at 27 in a flash-flood. Although tragically young, she died doing what she loved best – going somewhere.
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice – though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do – determined to save the only life you could save.
I used to be a roller coaster girl 7 times in a row No vertigo in these skinny legs My lipstick bubblegum pink As my panther 10 speed.
Nappy pigtails, no-brand gym shoes White lined yellow short-shorts
Scratched up legs pedaling past borders of humus and baba ganoush Masjids and liquor stores City chicken, pepperoni bread and superman ice cream Cones. Yellow black blending with bits of Arabic Islam and Catholicism.
My daddy was Jesus My mother was quiet Jayne Kennedy was worshipped by my brother Mark
I don’t remember having my own bed before 12. Me and my sister Lisa shared.
Sometimes all three Moore girls slept in the Queen.
You grow up so close never close enough.
I used to be a roller coaster girl Wild child full of flowers and ideas Useless crushes on polish boys in a school full of white girls.
Future black swan singing Zeppelin, U2 and Rick Springfield
Hoping to be Jessie’s Girl
I could outrun my brothers and Everybody else to that
I used to be a roller coaster girl Till you told me I was moving too fast Said my rush made your head spin My laughter hurt your ears
A scream of happiness A whisper of freedom Pouring out my armpits Sweating up my neck
You were always the scared one I kept my eyes open for the entire trip Right before the drop I would brace myself And let that force push my head back into
That hard iron seat
My arms nearly fell off a few times Still, I kept running back to the line When I was done Same way I kept running back to you
I used to be a roller coaster girl I wasn’t scared of mountains or falling Hell, I looked forward to flying and dropping Off this earth and coming back to life
every once in a while
I found some peace in being out of control allowing my blood to race through my veins for 180 seconds
I earned my sometime nicotine pull I buy my own damn drinks & the ocean Still calls my name when it feels my toes Near its shore.
I still love roller coasters & you grew up to be Afraid of all girls who cld ride Fearlessly like me.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.
I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I’m a woman
Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.
Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It’s in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, ‘Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.
You may see me struggle, but you won’t see me fall. Regardless if I’m weak or not, I’m going to stand tall.
Everyone says life is easy, but truly living it is not. Times get hard, people struggle and constantly get put on the spot.
I’m going to wear the biggest smile, even though I want to cry. I’m going to fight to live, even though I’m destined to die. And even though it’s hard and I may struggle through it all, you may see me struggle… but you will NEVER see me fall.