MPV.....my point of view!

2020 has sobered us to grief ... If you ask me how I am right now? I'm not okay! Last week my mind took a walk in the morbid alley. Too much news of death, but the biggest blow had to be opening my Instagram at 4.58 a.m and finding out that Chadwick Boseman died. I found tears trickling down my cheeks. I cried for him as if he was someone whom I knew personally. The profound part of this actor's passing was the fact that he had been unwell for a long time. I always knew him to be a private person, only giving us fans the best of him - his talent and impact on the community. It blew my mind at the work ethic that Chadwick displayed despite battling colon cancer. But I can never fathom what his family has been going through. I have experienced the process of palliative care with close ones. It takes a toll on you as the caregiver. Everything within you slowly dies whilst you try to be strong and encouraging. You want to give hope, you pray with a gleam of faith and sometimes, you...

Female friendships need to come to the place of acceptance through individual differences.   Otherwise we will continue to write the narrative that women cannot get along. Female friendships , not my favourite topic. It's a complex dynamic that I am still learning. I have never hidden my personal challenges with my younger sister. As we try to go beyond sibling rivalry, what I would love most is a friendship. With the fewer female friends within my circle, our challenge is time, and really connecting with depth. With some, we have fallen into the passive-aggressive path, which we really need to work out.    As a lone ranger in femaledom, my perception of female friendships is negative. As an outsider, most female relationships tend to be riddled with conflict. It's jealousy, gossip, projection, obsession, gas lighting and a lot of small talk. I remember one time working with female cousins, where one cousin tried to get me fired. I'm sorry, I'm working on that forgivene...

Paying homage to Aaliyah! Where were you on 25 August 2001? I remember there was a blackout in my neighborhood due to power cuts. I sat outside with a couple of neighbours as we chatted. We were listening to the radio. As the radio personality played Aaliyah's song, they broke the news that the singer had just died. Only 22 years old, at the height of her career, Babygirl as she was affectionately known, died in a plane crash. This was just after shooting the video for 'Rock the Boat'. She and seven other passengers did not make it. My heart broke! Aaliyah wasn't just this iconic entertainer whom I idolized. She was that cool big sister. I often say, "Oprah and Whitney were my mamas, Missy Elliot and Janet Jackson the cool aunties, and Aaliyah was my big sister." I have vicariously lived through the careers and even personal lives of the aforementioned women. They raised me through the highs and lows of their lives. I continue to connect with them somehow. Aal...

I know that I have dug at the bottom of the barrel....     ...because my very own coochie ain't got respect. I laugh amiably at the Instagram page The Kouncil. I relate that for most of the time I am the combination of the lady parts and heart... dumb! Now don't get it twisted, my IQ is pretty high it's frightening.  I'm word smart....that's my actual intelligence type. Now you go Google the nine intelligence types. These are your cognizance resonance that will make you look at your parents with the WTF did y'all put me through. Anyway, my HBCU graduate father was highly aware of intelligence. He saw me as the creative intellectual. He expected me to be Paula Abdul or Prince, or Stevie Wonder compared to the African intellectual stereotype of being a doctor. In my creativity I have painted, performed, written, and published most of my creative work. I pride myself as a wordsmith, in addition to having an eye for aesthetic visuals and an ear for music. While I am...

Wayment...there's a 'Kissing Booth 3'? I finally watched the highly anticipated sequel to the Netflix original, 'The Kissing Booth'. Picking up from where we left off, Noah is at Havard University, while Elle and Lee are high school seniors. Elle narrates the events that occurred during the summer break. She highlights her relationship with Noah, college application and Lee's relationship with Rachel. The cast remains the same with Joey King as Elle Evans, Joel Courtney as Lee Flynn and Jacob Elordi as Noah Flynn. In addition we have Molly Ringwald as Sarah Flynn, Meganne Young as Rachel, Taylor Zakhar Perez as Marco Penã, and Maisie Richardson-Sellers as Chloe Winthrop. Elle is adjusting to the idea of a long distance relationship with Noah. She becomes the third wheel in Lee and Rachel's relationship.The film starts with Elle narrating her time with Noah before he leaves for Harvard. Her senior year starts with her classmates gossiping how she and Noah wil...

He is my muse... ... and in the myriad of things, I once was his. Today can I be philosophical and slightly deep? Hello single ladies, Beyoncé wave! How have we been? I am decent. Honestly, there's a lot on my plate but somewhere, somehow I've got to suck it up. Come round with your wine glasses. Don't worry, I'm not in my feelings. Summarizing the week's new music releases, I went through John Legend's 'Wild' music video. As we know. John's wife Crissy is pregnant again. Boy has corona caused a baby boom! Every week there are pregnancy announcements on the timeline. Some of us, are feeling some type of way...baby fever, right? Well, not me, but the baby-making process, hell yeah! Wink! I digress, low key, I have been envious of John and Crissy's relationship. The man literally writes songs about and for his wife. I remember my uncle's wedding (let's remember, the only uncle whom I speak of endlessly). He and his wife danced to Mario...

"When the dick touches the heart, it means that it's affected you not just physically, but emotionally," Amanda Seales. Single ladies, come right round with your glass of wine, and a box of tissues...those are for me. Damn, I slipped up for sure. Beyoncé wave! I'm in my feelings because I caught feelings. This one caught me off guard. I've been wearing that emotional condom for a while. Y'all know I'm a recovering 'f*ckboy' addict. Remember that last one did me dirty, and I allowed it. But thank God, I missed being attached to that idiot for a lifetime. Dodged a bullet with that one. Sigh of relief! Despite the pandemic, my love life has been less than boring. And with the empowerment of putting the eggs in different baskets, I have been in control of who and what makes my vagenda. I am still celibate, one year strong, hallelujah! It's been good for my spiritual life, mental health and my career. But in one of my few liaisons, I think that I ca...

True activism is a deliberate decision to make a difference in people's lives... ...daily! I'm sick and tired of the keyboard ninjas who keep bullying individuals who won't take part in their 'clicktivism'. We get it, we are in a pandemic, you're at home and have a lot of free time. But harassing people won't change a thing. Before the internet Mandela, Lumumba, Machel, Che Guevarra, the Black Panthers took it to the ground. They were actively sacrificing their lives for what they believe in. But those were their choices. Whoever shared the same value, joined in. True activism is a deliberate decision to make a difference in people's lives daily . This is where the modern-day 'activist' gets it wrong. While hashtags push the conversation, if that disconnects with offline activities it makes no sense and offers no genuine change. Last week was very frustrating with people coming for me and my brand to 'speak up' and hashtag. One individual...

Love is more of a choice than a feeling... ... It is a choice that takes courage no matter the circumstance. The biggest challenge between a man and a woman is never the 'chase' because a man could chase a woman, (or women), who just enjoy(s) the thrill of being chased after being pursued but not really having intentions of getting caught. (a.k.a playing hard to get). The challenge is keeping the woman or the man. When someone lays their heart out on the table for the next person to see; it's up to the next person to decide what they will do with that heart. Do they take it and work to keep it? Or do they throw it back in the owner's face break it, tear it up or trample on it? The heart is the most fragile, messiest, and even deceptive part of a human being. 'The heart is more deceitful than all else. And is desperately sick; Who can understand it?'-Jeremiah 17:9. So why put your heart out? So that at its worst the next person can see you and make their decision...