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we are South Carolinian. We call it rice and beans, as opposed to peas.

Charlemagne is from the low-country.

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*and it& #39;s primarily because rice and peas are VV similar to our hoppin& #39; john... and people in the low-country tend to refer to all legumes as beans.

random trivia. it may come in handy one day, so save this tweet.

Also... yes, what you know as Rice and peas (or peas and rice) and attribute as being a Caribbean dish isn& #39;t.

The dish is adapted from Ghana. During the Transatlantic Slave Trade, the Caribbean was the 1st stop and Charleston, SC was the 2nd (which is why most Black Americans

have roots in Charleston, South Carolina). The same dish was prepared by those slaves and called different things. Peas and Rice just became the popular (and most known) name of the dish.

The original name of the dish is Waakye and in Africa, its place of origin, it& #39;s known as rice and BEANS, not peas.

Save it. Use it. It may come in handy some day.

this all means that "rice and PEAS" is the wrong name for the dish and "rice and BEANS" is the historical/ancestral correct name.

But fuck Charlemagne forever. So call it what you want.

*ends nerdy Black history rant

before y& #39;all attack me... I& #39;m born and raised in South Carolina... lived in DC for 10 years... and have now been in NYC (Brooklyn) for going on five years.

I don& #39;t call it rice and beans (or peas and rice... I call it rice & peas). Just trying to add a bit of perspective here.

My grandmother, Cubia. Born in South Carolina in 1919. Not my great-grandmother, but my grandmother. I am so lucky to have had her to teach me about all of these things. She passed away at 99 years old 2 years ago and I miss her dearly.

I remember in high school when all the other kids would skip school, I would skip and go to grandma& #39;s house. Just sit with her... let her talk... watch tv... learn. She shared so many gems with me.

this is her grandmother, Laura... born 1867.

I never got to know her but MY grandmother told me so many great stories. Stories that her grandmother told her about her parents (and grandparents) that were born into slavery (in South Carolina).

I cherish it all.

(Cubia is pronounced "Cube-EE")

all of that to say that I get a bit nerdy about our (Black) history and it explains a bit about why I am a music nerd too.

OMG. I& #39;m about to share pics. Because whiskey.

This is my grandmother and SOME of her siblings as children. There were 10 of them.

Growing up she wouldn& #39;t talk about her childhood a lot but would always sing this gospel song... "none but the one"...

didn& #39;t realize until I was an adult that the song talked about her being the only one of her siblings who was still living.

This is my grandmother with 4 of her 5 children. My uncle Herbie, my aunt Neva, My dad, and my Uncle Lindsey.

She was one of the best mothers EVER!

She raised her children all while working as a cafeteria lady at the Rosenwald school in Lexington, SC (look up the Rosenwald schools and what they mean to Black Americans)...

and when she had finished and my father (her youngest) had graduated HS, she went and got HER diploma.

This is her with my cousin Shant and 2 of her children. I love this pic. My cousin Shant used to babysit me and I think I fucking wanted to be her growing up LOL. She was (and still is) the coolest!

this is a pic my grandmother had of me in her home when she died. High school. No beard!

she also KEPT this picture of me and one of my sisters LOL

She always said my mama was "one of the prettiest girls she& #39;d ever seen" and she tried to warn her about chasing after my dad (her son) LOL. She was THE BEST!

this was the last picture we took together. 2014. She had turned 95 (and I always went home in March for her birthday).

Also her 95th birthday. She kept saying “why y’all got all these people at my house?!”

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The last time I saw her, she was 98. Thanksgiving of 2017. I had JUST gotten settled in Brooklyn and went home for a visit. She had no idea who I was. Kept looking at me and calling me by my father& #39;s name (even though he is tall and A LOT thinner than me). I miss her!!!!

this was my grandfather, her husband Johnny. We don& #39;t know much about his family history AT ALL. He was always like some sort of secret ninja.

anyways... all of that to say, South Carolina is amazing. The end.

These are all from the day of her 95th bday party! I was so happy to see everybody after so long. We posed with the phone because my grandma STAYED on that phone. X_____X

& then it& #39;s me and Shant.

And then with her daughters. (One of them has a whole baby herself now! I& #39;m OLD)

And these are my FAAAAAAAAAVORITE cousins. They fucking babysat me and I looked up to them. Now they old and I& #39;m old. I miss them.

oh, this was my grandma& #39;s birthday cake! 95. She said, "I don& #39;t need nothing fancy."

Shit. Now I& #39;m sharing "grandma" memories.

My grandparents had a chicken coop and as a little boy, it was my job to go in and get the hen& #39;s eggs every morning.

The fucking roosters would wake me up before the sun rose and I HATED IT!

My grandma was 70 when I was born. I& #39;ve shared the story of why I stopped eating her food on here before: https://twitter.com/eb4prez/status/1069804901683904512">https://twitter.com/eb4prez/s...

https://twitter.com/eb4prez/status/1069804901683904512

OMG this was from my grandfather& #39;s funeral. My dad, my grandma, my aunt, and my uncle.

I remember that day SOOO vividly. They released doves at my grandfather& #39;s funeral. One didn& #39;t fly away and I kept it as a pet for 4 years LMAO.

I& #39;m still pissed I didn& #39;t inherit my height from my dad.

my older brother got the height... I got the personality. It all balances at the end of the day.

Oh shit.

This wasn& #39;t me defending or rooting for Charlemagne at all. I just like history and wanted to provide context/facts. And niggas on Twitter seem to think the world began in 1996. It grinds my gears.

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