Posted in black excellence, black love, life, love, movie

Wakanda Love Do You Have?

Coming off of the Wakanda filled love bomb of a movie “Black Panther” I have been completely overjoyed with the results of our blackness. This movie surpassed any and every expectation that I may have had for anything Marvel (I mean, I was never a fan, but now that has dramatically changed). This movie has not only surpassed my expectations but box office projections and movie goers expectations as well. It has shattered several records in just four days of it’s opening. Talk about histor(y)ic?! During BLACK HISTORY MONTH too?! Nothing short of amazing!

When I tell you that the director, Ryan Coogler, brought forth a tale of Black love, he literally laid this screenplay adaptation of black excellence at our feet. I have not seen such sheer emotion, admiration, and overall joy for a movie…ever from the black community like I have with this film. Especially those films that depicts blacks in anyway that is not of strength and resilience. What “Black Panther” did for Black/African communities across the world, is that it brought us together, gave us all a sense of pride (Black/African) in just 2 hours and 14 minutes. The imagery, the togetherness, the crowning of the strength of the black man was unmatched. The depictions that we’re given in this movie is everything that we hope and pray for in our everyday lives, right here in America.

Those who have seen the movie saw the huge role that the women of Wakanda held. Which brings me to the ask of “Wakanda love do you have?” The women that we saw depicted were equivalent to any other women of valor and strength that I know. They were smart, leaders, loving, kind, strong (mentally and physically), gentle, understanding and a backbone. A backbone people. The chief (not Indian) supporting system of the organization of men of Wakanda and today’s climate of men, our men. The driving force in a lot of homes, some single, others dual but the force, and one to be reckoned with if I must say so myself.

As I watched how the women were gatekeepers, if you will, to the community in which they lived, I could not help but feel great pride. Pride because even when our backs are against a wall we will ride for our men, the men that’s beaten down on a daily by the outside, and help them to remember why they are crowned king. Now, don’t get me wrong, not every woman possess these traits or characteristics, yet not all are privy to understanding or has been shown how to use what they have. Let’s take it up a notch. Every woman has it, yet has not been blessed to show the right man, or have the right man to bring it out of her. The same goes for our men. The traits to be an asset to “A” woman are there, yet the right woman to show them has yet to make her presence felt or he has failed to recognize her. When this happens we suffer as a community. We aren’t able work collaboratively like the characters of the utopia society of “Wakanda”. Why is that??

This is an age old question that is bounced around by both parties yet no one seems to put forth a collaborative (there goes that word again) effort to resolve the problem. Yes, problem. It has moved from a situation, to an issue, to now what we have as a problem, a major one if you ask me, hell any of us. The problem, can and will be fixed once we effectively communicate our needs separately and as one. I have faith in humanity. I have faith in US and I believe that it will happen, sooner rather than later. This movie has pushed the narrative of togetherness. It showed us what it looks like when we come together “under one band, and one sound” and until it happens I will keep playing my part.

I anticipate the day that the right man comes along and helps to inspire my growth and I awaken his senses and inspire him as well. When we water one another we blossom, we grow, we are loved, we are love and we are Wakanda love we’ve been missing. Keep watering, keep planting seeds because once sprouted and when awakened we are Kings and Queens of all soiled ground of which we dwell. 🙅🏾‍♀️ Wakanda love that your are looking for?!?!🙅🏾‍♀️🙅🏾‍♀️

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Posted in journey, life

Marathon Running…No More. 

While lacing up my Nike Air Max a thought came to mind on how we place so much emphasis on life and running this rat race of a marathon that others created. Why? Most of us have no clue of exactly what we were sent here to do, yet we continue to rise each day in hopes of finding that one shrewd answer. Who laid out the timeline and/or blueprint for us to follow as it relates to accomplishments? Who said we had to have it all by Oct. 18th 2017? Who told us that? So many of us are racing against an imaginary clock that we feel at any given time, the sand in an hour glass, once empty, so are we. Done. 

We’re discouraged by false expectations that are set either by others or ourselves. Again, I ask why? With a plan, a strategy, execution, and PATIENCE you’ll eventually reap the fruits of your labor.

Every positive thought, every move of the chess piece on the board moves you closer and closer to the winner’s circle. You know what word comes to mind when I think about the leaps and bounds one takes for success; PERSEVERANCE. While on this road you may take several routes, make multiple pitstops and/ or change direction numerous times, but the key is to keep going. Keep forging ahead with the same passion as you had when you set out on your path. 

 

In the last few months I have learned and accepted my version of atonement. Each day that I rise will not be like the day before. Each day that I rise I do not have to have a set plan on what should be done. One things for certain and two things for sure I will never stress myself on taking some much needed “me time” and not having ALL the answers. In the bigger scheme of things I deserve this time of not knowing. I deserve this time of “taking my time.” One may never understand the hard work that took place, nor how long it took to get here, just know, I’m here. 

It’s a beautiful thing to know that life is meant to be lived and not enslaved to the thought patterns or blueprint of your fellow man/woman. There are #NoFinishLines as long as  you have blood running through your veins and breath in your body. Gone are the days of feeling like I must “show and tell” why I am the best of the chosen. I now operate in the know. Knowing that I am great. Knowing that I am in a great space. Knowing that if what I deem as good enough for me does not fit the bill for someone else, that I too have a choice.  Knowing that it’s ok to not know, but to keep trying. Knowing that in this very moment, I’m alive and all the dreams and aspirations has not died, is more than enough. I can, in fact, wake up and push to do it all over again.

So in closing the next time someone asks me what do you do or what are you going to do? My answer will be take care of me, unapologetically, for as long as it takes until I get it right. There are no deadlines or finish lines while you’re still breathing, but in the meantime don’t forget to breathe. 

Posted in life, love

Who’s Raising You?

Ok, first I want to start off by saying  I am not a “nosy” nor am I an “helicopter parent”, however, I do believe in “paying attention”. Now, by definition, my actions does not fit the bill.  Now that I have gotten that out way…

Recently I was chilling, doing what I do best, when I happened upon a conversation (because I was minding my business) that my sun was having with a young lady. Normally, it’s not within my auditory confines to listen to his conversations, but this time it was different. 

As I sat up, straighter, in my bed,  I constantly heard his side of what was a one sided conversation. At least from my standpoint…

Him: What you mean?

Him: So what you trying to say?

Him: So you saying I’m like all the other guys? 

Him: My name is __ don’t categorize me.

Him: You keep doing it, I’m not like them. 

Keep in mind I’m only hearing one side of the conversation. In doing so, I was so disheartened. Why you may ask? Well, let’s set the scene, you have two teens, ages 15-17 yrs of age trying to PROVE to one another their worth and reason for lack of trust from the other party. Sad state of affairs if you ask me.

Here I am a grown woman of age, *clears throat* 39 years old to be exact, and this conversation is reminiscent of conversations of old between self and my sista girl groups. Hearing this kid repeatedly attempt to soothe this young lady over to believe that he was “not like the others”, had me wondering at 15-17 yrs of age, who has let you down? Who’s raising you? 
At such a sweet, tender age of teen anything, what have you experienced that makes you not trust a kid, because they are KIDS, your age? Grant it, there’s a slew of things that may trigger the lack of trust in humanity, but I’ll start with the home on this one.
Often times, what one sees/hears within the home becomes the bible belt of their ways, until they learn to relearn for themselves. I’ve sat amongst many women with the “these men ain’t shyt” mentality. While doing so I have shared, because lawd knows I have some stories, but I do not subscribe to it. How can you when you continue to lie and/or allow them to lie in your/their bed?! Why do women choose to push the negative epitome, yet say they want a positive ending? (Men do it too, but in THIS intance I’m speaking from a woman’s perspective, mine.) When does one revere positivity and love as one? Seemingly it doesn’t start until “that one” piques your interest and you attempt to start anew until your next disappointment then it’s back to the hate.
Young women are unfortunately being raised with the same mentality of their “I wish I met you before you were hurt” mothers.  Stop spewing such negativity into the ears and onto the minds of girls who have yet to experience life, in its fullness. Unfortunately, we emulate what we see or hear most often. Good, bad or indifferent. Change the narrative, change the outcome. Allow them and yourself to love, freely, those deserving of it, without walls. Will you be disappointed, let down, angered by, the opposite sex somewhere/somehow along the way? Certainly! Must you live there? Most certainly not! 
My hope for the future is that we “change the people, in order to change the people.” I hope to not stumble upon another conversation of someone attempting to prove themselves because someone can’t see their value or worth . If so, cash me out, in totality, go where the appraisal is plentiful and never depreciates or if so, slowly. That’s when you understand and see your value, when it’s removed from the deprecation elements. There’s enough hate in today’s climate of the world. Don’t allow it to start in your home. Change the trajectory of your lifestyle and environment by changing the mindset. It’s not hard to see the forest through the trees when resolution is placed in your pathway. Be the change you want to see, adjust the frame.

Posted in journey, life, spiritual, weight loss

Dress Rehearsal is Over!

As I pile the last remnants of excess weight, meaning too big clothes, I can’t help but feel nostalgia. This overwhelming feeling is not because I can no longer fit the clothes but because with every article of clothing thrown into the pile, there was a memory attached. Everytime I grabbed a shirt, I had a flashback of where I was or what I was doing when I wore that piece. 

Ahhh…memories. The mind has a way of showing you what was, and faith helps you with what WILL be. Funny how we hoard things, people, and/or feelings, in fear of losing it or yourself in the process. When you delve a bit deeper, what are you willing to lose in order to gain?

I’m not only cleaning out my closet, but I’m also cleaning out this internal motherboard as well. You see, whats left hanging in this closet isn’t just an item of clothing. What’s hanging is a new sense of love of self, new faith, and new beginnings with me at the center of it all. No longer, will I hold onto the “what use to be” but instead make room for what will be. Your gifts will make room for you they say, so with that said…I GOT TO CLEAN OUT MY CLOSET. I have greater gifts waiting in the wings for me.  #NewBeginnings

Posted in entertainment, life, love, music, religion, spiritual, sports

We Are The Champions My Friend…

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Congratulations to the Jackie Robinson West little league team on clenching the  US World Series Championship title.  They came, they saw, and they conquered.  Chicago is extremely proud of these young men and their coaching staff. Amidst all the negative “history” being made in other parts of the country, these guys are making positive history and representing the southside of Chicago at the same time. While doing so they are changing the face of the game as well. Good job JRW! Onwards and Upwards!!!