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Script My life: Brown Sugar

"Girl.He's a lil brownsugar!",a friend of mine said.Hey girl,you know me,I have got a sweet tooth.Brown sugar.Raw,sweet,gorgeously brown.I love brown sugar.Talking about brown sugar,today's MPV is about "brown sugar".

I always say that life is not a movie,but truth be told,if there is one movie that is close to reality,to be specific,my life,is my favourite movie "Brown Sugar".Y'all must have watched this epic black movie about two friends who fell in love with hip-hop and each other.With a great cast including Sanaa Lathan,as Sydney Shaw,the gorgeous Taye Diggs as Andre 'Dre' Ellis,Mos Def(whose music I was listening to this morning),the talented female MC,Queen Latifah,caramel adonis Boris Kodjoe and the beautiful Nicole Ari Parker,(who is defined in the movie as ''brown sugar'').

According to the movie,brown sugar means,"You know we all lookin for wifen material.A woman that's fine,smart,classy but not a snob.Hella hella sexy but not a hoe.That's brown sugar".Yep,pretty much sounds like me,brown sugar.(Y'all don't hate!).

Yes,right here,right now,I am Sydney Shaw,the writer,and there is a Dre out there,somewhere.But unlike the characters in the movie,Dre and I are barely childhood friends,and remotely far from being 'friends',at the moment.(Dre does not believe in friendship with the opposite sex).Anyhow,yes,I am in my own version of Brown Sugar.How you ask?

In the movie,Sid writes a book about her love for hip-hop,"I Used To Love H.I.M",but the twist is,hip-hop was personified.Hip-hop was Dre.I am also writing,three books actually,though I wont go into detail,but one of them is actually about music,(which is my first love),and how it has,and continues to influence my life.Taking your time to listen at the description of hip-hop,truly one falls in love with the music genre of hip-hop.Hey,the movie also has a great soundtrack.(I love Mos Def's "Brown Sugar(Extra Sweet)'' featuring Faith Evans),and great quotes,(if you are into taking lines from movies.)

It is a typical chick-flick,so at the end Dre realises that Sid is 'hip-hop' (first love),to him and goes to the radio station where Sid is having an interview with Angie Martinez about her book.Okay in my life,nothing dramatic like that is happening and I cannot really hold my breath,(though it would be pretty cool),but like Sid this is how I describe music in my book,"Music knows the right playlist even when I haven't spoken.I sometimes feel like music is secretly sending me a message,if I were to decipher each song lyric by lyric,it would be a letter."

"When did you fall in love with hip-hop?",Sid being asked during her radio interview-Brown Sugar.Ask me that question,my answer would be,"When I first met Music,it was like literally looking into my soul.Broken yet free,with a lot of lessons from the School of Life,and that youthfulness of living in Neverland.Music was a mixture of depth,mystery and adventure.It felt like Rock 'n' Roll with all its psychedelic notions.Music was schizophrenic but in a good way,fusing the different sounds,beats and mellodies.And then when it calmed down,the mood was all John Legend R&B,laidback and soulful...."

Brown sugar is not always about the ladies,if one finds that sweetness in a brotha,(ladies feel free),hey,it is about that common ground,that thing between two people that could draw them closer,'hip-hop'.So y'all go ahead and get yourselves that extra sweetness.

As for my script,well this is Dre's cue....."I Used To Love H.I.M.'(Still do,probably always will).....but I wont stop writing.This is my point of view.

P.S: Always write your own love story.

Ciao!

Lady E

Copyright [c] MPV by Lady E All Rights Reserved 2013

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