Friday, December 26, 2014

We Need You: A Post Dedicated To Dads

I wish I'd taken a before pic of this contraption. God, there were so many pieces. A leg here, a spring there. And wheels--where the hell do these wheels go?
Ugh, I thought, this is why babies need their fathers.

Then it dawned on me: my baby has her father. That tall, handsome muscular fellow who gave me a wad of cash and said "So, yeah, do your thing." And even better: he lives here! He leaves the house sometimes and i get bright ideas like dumping unassembled exersaucer pieces all over the living room, but he comes back. He always comes back.

Him: "Ok, I guess this is for me to work on. Tonight. While you sleep."

Me: "Yep. That's why i put it on your side of the bed."

Hubby picked up the legs I'd put together and tried to put one into the base.

"The instructions are over here."

"Where are my glasses?"

"I dunno. These instructions are in foreignese anyway. I couldn't figure em out."

He put the seat ring into the tray.

"Wait, i think you gotta put these wheels on first. Let me show you."

"If you know all that, why are these pieces everywhere? Let me do this, Miss."

But you're doing it wrong! I thought.

Akua opened her eyes. She saw him and smiled. Daddy's home! He moved the bouncer pieces. "I'll do this later." He hugged his baby, tickled her. She squealed in delight. She wiggled and giggled. He asked did she miss him, she said "Yeah." They played some more.
He put her to sleep and laid her in her bassinet next to the bed. He got back in bed, wrapped me in his arms and I was asleep before I knew it.
How i slept till 8:30, i dunno. But by the time i looked up, he was snapping the last piece into place and smiling triumphantly.
"Aww, did you get up early just to do this?"
"Well, I wasn't about to have you texting all your friends about how you had to put this together cuz i couldn't."
"Yeah, there was no chance of that. That bad boy woulda stayed in the corner till babygirl got old enough to put it together herself."

He laughed. He picked up Akua, who'd just opened her eyes, and plopped her into the exersaucer. She flopped forward, grabbed a toy, and put it right in her mouth. He laughed, she laughed.

"I'm so glad you're here. At times like these, I realize how much we need you."

"Yeah yeah," he said, "I'll bet you do."

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Random Reflections, New Revelations and All that Jazz

"Remember all the sweet things you used to say to me, (B*tch hoe, B*tch go)..."Steppin' Stone by Cherokee

I always promise that I will write in this space more often, then I never do so I will quit making that promise as of now. But I was sitting at my desk, typing up notes to send to my supervisor concerning the drug rehab group sessions that I've been conducting, when it occurred to me that I have truly come a long way from the person I was 11 years ago.

11 years ago, I was in a relationship that changed the course of my life and the way that I've thought about myself since. While I have tried to shut out his voice and move forward in spite of, and I must say I have done a pretty good job, the truth remains that his voice remains all too audible in the back of my mind whenever I try to branch out and do something different. For a long time, while not consciously acknowledging that fact, I have wondered why that is.

Today, while conducting a session on the parental relationship and how it shapes the relationship with God, it finally hit me: his voice sounded like God to me. That is not to say that I thought of him as a God,or that I ever acknowledged him as such. Only that when you place someone or something above yourself on a spiritual level, that places the person closer to God in your own mind. That is why I caution parents that until children reach a certain age, they are the only example of God that children have and that they need to be wise in the use of this influence.

Once it occurred to me that in my own mind, he was closer to God than I was, I had to sort through the manipulation that had led to this way of thinking. How did I come to believe lies that I knew to be lies, or to accept as truth what I have been so easily able to disprove? How in the world had I allowed a man to so skew both my self-concept and my concept of God that at 34 years old, I still hear his voice in my head saying "You know you are no good at this, it is destined to fail because secretly you do not know what you are doing"?

The truth is that it was not he who had skewed my self concept. At the time when we were together, my perception of who I was was already so mixed up that what he told me was merely confirmation of what I already felt. I had dropped out of college where I was studying theology when I found myself pregnant with my first child. So when he told me that I would never be a minister or a good wife because I was female and a whore, I accepted that as the truth that I already knew. I did not go back to school at 23 like I wanted to so that I could pursue a degree in counseling or psychology, so when he told me that I could not be a counselor because I had never experienced the issues that most people have, it no longer mattered that I could very well have gone back to school and simply earned the degree that would give me the necessary skills to do what it was I had dreamed of doing. What mattered was that he confirmed that I was neither intelligent nor experienced enough to do what I wanted to do with my life, but as long as I had him as my guiding force I would still be ok.

On and on it went: I couldn't be a performer because I didn't sing well enough. I couldn't be a writer because who would want to read what I had to say? I would never have a long term relationship because I was no good at nurturing such a thing, plus there was still a "little whore" in me, so there was no point in trying that. I walked funny, didn't dress right, wore my hair wrong, still lived with my folks. All the things that predestined me for failure.

11 years later, I have been a licensed minister for about two years now. Ministering to both men and women, as well as being over the children's ministry. Surprisingly, I have been told I am well spoken (imagine that). I am currently working for a mental health clinician, and among other things have been conducting her drug rehab group three times a week for the past month. The guys are staying clean, and love my style of interacting with them despite my lack of drug using experience. Turns out I don't have to be a recovering crack addict to have street cred. The guys simply appreciate my being knowledgeable, honest and non-judgmental. Who knew?

That is not to say that I have not had setbacks that almost led to my reverting back to listening to his voice again. After being married for three years, I am now separated from my former husband. However, I realize that that was not due to my lack of nurturing ability, nor to any other lack on my part. That was due to his being an a**hole who did not understand his role as head of household and thinking that "the Bible says you have to have sex with me because you're my wife" was a good example of foreplay (hint: if it's gotten to that point, there is a really poor chance of her ever wanting to sleep with you again. Just saying).

So, once I got past the nagging fear that maybe I would never be able to hang on to a relationship, I decided to try again. This time, I have found someone who is loving and intelligent, strong and spiritual, and does not try to manipulate or be controlling. Ironically, despite being one of the most godly men I have ever known, he regularly reminds me to seek God not him for best results. While he has yet to disappoint me, he always tells me to keep in mind that there is a chance that he might. I appreciate his honesty and his encouragement. He does all that he can to support my ministry and career, while reminding me that family comes first--including him. Best of all, he reminds both me and my children that there is nothing in this world that we do not deserve or that we cannot do. Yeah, I would say that I made a pretty good choice this time.

11 years later, I am realizing the in full the meaning of the passage "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" (Philippians 4:13). 11 years later, I realize that there is a God in me that is stronger than any outside force. 11 years later, I now realize that the voice that I so often mistook for that God disapproving of my every mood was actually simply the voice of a boyfriend that I really thought I'd broken up with but who was still in my spirit. 11 years later, his voice has gone from a roar to a whisper and no longer interferes with the voice of God guiding my movements on this plane. 11 years later, I have grown into the person that I secretly hoped I could be but was afraid to even hope I could become--if that makes any sense.

"Boy you were my, my, my, my, my, my steppin' stone (thought you knew)."

Friday, October 21, 2011

I wonder sometimes
Is there salvation in these walls
Or on this floor, where I pray
Face down on the floor
Any salvation at all?

Face down on the floor
I pray and I cry
Face down on the floor
Crumpled in the corner
There I die

And if you're expectin
To hear of my resurrection
Sorry to disappoint
Go gawk at someone else's tragedy
Glimpse some hope there

Let me crumple on the floor and cry
Where I die.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Time...I think I need more of it

I am starting to think that I may be one of those people who needs either a 26 hour day or a couple of Ritalin pills to help me use the hours that I have more efficiently. LOL. Seriously. I hope I do not discourage any future clients, but it is so weird that with an hour left to work on a project, my thoughts float off to last night's episode of Family Guy, then my eyes want to read a book about Edgar Cayce instead of a boring whitepaper and my ears are craving a strange duet like Alicia Keys with Tracy Chapman. As my mind is trying to make that happen the hours slowly tick away...

Friday, September 9, 2011

Ranking My Favorite Freelance Writing Sites

For those on my friend's list who have considered writing for a living but do not know how to go about finding people who will pay them for it, here is some help. Several sites are looking for content and copy writers, but some are better than others when it comes to paying promptly and supplying assignments.

My favorites on the low end of the payscale:

Iwriter.com pays by the article. They've reduced the pay recently, but there is a very steady stream of work for those who want it. You can get $1.62 for a 300 word article, $2.43 for a 500 word article, and $4.05 for 700 words. If a requester really likes your work, that person can hire you directly and at a higher pay scale. This site is my favorite because you have the option of being payed weekly, bi-weekly or monthly.

Interactmedia.com is another site similar to Iwriter, but with a different payscale that is based on a per-word fee. The amount you can make varies but most of the articles I've seen people request are worth between .7 cents and 7 cents a word. That works out to about $1.40 per 200 words at .7 cents or $14 per 200 words if the assignment pays 7 cents a word. That site offers pretty steady work as well, but the good assignments get taken a lot quicker than the ones that pay poorly. Keep that in mind.

For both sites, in order to qualify, you have to sign up and provide a work sample. Neither site is hard to join as they do not have the highest standards for new writers. That works for people who are just starting out as article writers and may have a few problems with grammar, researching ability and other issues. However, if you are a seasoned writer and want to find work that is more suited to your abilities, there are other sites to consider that pay almost as quickly but have a stricter qualifying process.

Higher paying sites include:

ConstantContent.com is a site with a long list of submission guidelines. If you can manage to produce a good enough sample to join this site, you will be rewarded with access to a job board that has articles that range from $10 to $40. A person could make a really good living writing for this site, but if you have the confidence and drive to do this it would be best to leave the lower paying sites alone so that you have time to focus only on jobs that will pay you well. As for me, my confidence level is not quite there although I get really good ratings on all of the sites that I have joined.

Textbrokers.com pays slightly more than Iwriter or Interact Media, but not as much as Constent Content. Their job board is constantly full of assignments, so there should be no problem finding steady work. I love this site for the variety of assignments that are available.

Essay writing sites:

If you do not have a problem with the thought that you may be helping some student to cheat, there are a lot of academic writing companies out there that are willing to pay well for someone to write reports, dissertations, and other assignments. Now, they claim that it is only for "research", but who are we kidding? That student is going to put his or her name on those papers and quicker than you can say "I'm done", receive a better grade than classmates who put their all into their work. It is truly a shame, and somewhat scary considering that I have seen doctoral dissertations for nurses, engineers and lawyers posted to those boards. Seriously, do you want to hire a lawyer knowing that I might have been the one to do his graduate study coursework? Nevertheless, here is a list of sites that hire freelancers to do academic writing.

Essaywriters.net is perhaps the easiest site to join because while they ask if you have credentials, they do not really do a lot of checking before they hire. That is not the best endorsement of a site that I can give, but it is the truth. If you can answer a few questions about plagiarism and coherently write an essay about essays in less than 10 minutes, congratulations--you may now write on this site.

eSWO.net has a stricter joining policy. As a matter of fact, I have not yet gotten word from them concerning my application. For their site, you actually have to produce 3 writing samples--one in MLA Style, one in Chicago Style and one in APA.

Bidding sites are sites that make you bid on work against other freelancers around the world. To be honest, my experience on these sites has not been as positive as on the other sites. Freelancer.com has a lot of openings, but it is hard to make any decent money if you have to bid against people who are willing to write 1000 words for $2. Seriously, I would rather find work on the other sites. If you have the patience, and the time to wait for that big assignment, feel free to check it out. Guru.com, Elance.com and oDesk.com are all similar in the kinds of work you can bid on and the number of bidders that you are competing against.

Well, that's all for now. I have to get back to work. If this post or my previous one have inspired you to try your hand at writing for a living, good luck.

Articles, and deadlines and ratings--Oh MY!

It's been an interesting year. What am I talking about--it's always an interesting year. My life changes more in an average month than the average person's does in a decade, but I always seem to find myself in the same place I started but in a different position. Strange.

I am in school now, studying Business Administration at South University Online. So far, my grades are really good because the classes are really easy. I mean, I'm the perpetual student at heart so there is really nothing the professors have said that I don't already know. The only difference is that now I am getting the tangible evidence of what I know to show off to those who were doubters. LOL. Seriously, though, I really do need to complete this degree if only to prove to myself that I can. I am determined, and if I can stay on track, I will be done with the Bachelor's Degree portion in 2013. My goal is to have my MBA by 2016 and my DBA by 2020. Of course, if it turns out that the world really does end in 2012, I guess all bets are off. Maybe Jesus will grant me an honorary doctorate for teaching Bible study all these years. (*smiling*)

All the kids are back in school now too. YAYYY!!! My youngest is loving it, but it is a challenge because she has diabetes. I get daily updates from the school nurse, and it is kind of funny when she is trying to figure out why Mary's morning blood sugar is 230 when she claims to have only eaten a cup of sugar free jello for breakfast. I had to let her know that it was not jello but the oatmeal that she ate before leaving home that had her sugar at that level.

Did I tell you I'm writing now? Yeah, full time, freelancing from the comfort of my own bedroom. Fun times... sometimes. There are times, though, that I am tempted to just try to find a real job. However, living in Franklin, LA without a car is different from living in Clearwater, FL or Atlanta, GA because at least there is public transportation in those areas. Here, what passes for public transport is St. Mary CAA's work transportation van, which may or may not get you there on time. Thanks, but no thanks. Right now, I control when and how hard I work. My goal for next month is to make at least as much as the average job outside the home. Currently, I'm making anywhere from $3 to $6 an hour depending on the kind of assignments I take, but that is quickly changing as I develop a reputation on certain sites. On iWriter.com, where I have a 5 star rating, I have one client who likes my writing so much that I am the only writer he will hire to produce content for his new websites. Since it's pretty much the same thing from one site to another, his articles only take about 20 to 30 minutes to write and I am able to complete a 9 article assignment in about 3 hours.

I sometimes struggle to meet the deadlines on the academic writing sites, but because I am a thorough researcher and my results are consistent, requesters are often willing to overlook that. I am getting better with scheduling assignments so that I do not become overwhelmed. It will be great when I get everything lined up so that I am writing for only one site a day or on a similar schedule to that. Right now, it's a matter of finding balance.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Faith, Dreams and Self-fulfilling Prophecies

"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen." (Heb. 11:1, KJV)

In November of 2009, I was going through some major heartbreak when in the midst of that it was revealed to me that 2010 was going to be "my year", a year of breakthrough and spiritual awakening unlike any that I'd experienced before. I saw myself in a great relationship, going forward with my education, and going back to the studio to work on my music. Almost in a flash, I could see things unfolding and blessings flowing down, and I claimed that for myself. Even though the next relationship was worse than the one I'd gotten out of, I developed a terrible case of writer's block, and I had trouble even finding a school with enough interest in me as a student to address the questions that I had in mind--I still stood my ground and said that this would be MY year.

Faith is the substance...

Lately I've been addressing the subject of faith often among my inner circle because there is a lot that we've all wanted but have not believed that we could have. For as long as we believed that we could not have what we wanted, our actions reflected not our inner desires, but those beliefs. Recently, though, the scripture in Hebrews began to speak to me on several different levels.

It was revealed to me several years ago that what you speak begins to exist in the "spiritual" dimension. I say spiritual in quotes because putting it in those terms makes it somewhat less real to the average person, but to those that understand that dimension as being every bit as real as that which is physically tangible, it will be perfectly understandable that there is more to life than can be seen and observed. In any event, I was taken in a dream to the plane on which all that is spoken becomes reality--whether good or bad. The houses, jobs, and relationships that people spoke into existence; the businesses, including one that a close friend would open a month after the dream; basically everything that people were causing to manifest with only their words. It was in this plane that I began to understand why the ancient mythologies (the Bible among them) depicted God as speaking the world into existence. ("Let there be... and it was"). I began to understand why the Kemites (Egyptians) refered to their writing as the metu neter--the words of the Gods or divine word. Your words cause things to exist, just as God's words called the world into existence.

Faith vs. Anti-faith


Matter, which is composed of atoms and makes up all that can be observed in the physical world, began as energy. However scientists theorize that if matter exists, then so must its opposite--antimatter. This antimatter, they say, has the opposite charge and would annihilate matter if both existed in equal proportions. The only example of this they've been able to create in a lab is a particle called anti-hydrogen, which is the opposite of hydrogen.

If you put that into a spiritual context, then you can understand faith as the opposite of anti-faith. Many call this anti-faith "doubt", but it goes beyond that. Anti-faith not only doubts the potential for good to happen, but it actively seeks out that which is not beneficial and causes it to be. Job, in speaking of all the calamities that befell his household, said that "...the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me." (Job 3:25) Often, people begin to manifest the things that they don't want just by giving them more energy than the things that they do want. Call it the law of attraction in action, or you can say that through their actions not only through their thoughts they are receiving something other than what will benefit them. Either way, anti-faith produces results in the same way that faith does.

If you can understand the concept of anti-matter and matter canceling each other out if they exist in equal proportions, then you can understand the passage found at James 1:6-8:

"But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed. For let not that man think that he shall receive anything of the Lord. A double minded man is unstable in all his ways."

Wavering shows a lack of faith, and is in essence anti-faith. Thus, if your faith in God is equal to your lack of faith in God's ability to work in your life, then you won't receive anything. They cancel each other out. Nothing bad is going to happen, but neither will anything good.

Dreams and Self-Fulfilling Prophesies

So, as often happens to me, right after I put forth that analogy for the first time, something happened to test my own theories. An accidental experiment, almost, but the best illustration of these concepts that I've seen in a long time.

I recently, within the last month, began communicating with this brother who I consider a perfect match for me as far as personality, spirituality, and interests. We're both homebodies, both have a strong belief in God without really thinking that constant churchgoing has to be a part of that. We both love music, write, perform, etc. We've actually traveled in some of the same circles... I sometimes get the feeling that there may have been times when we just missed each other. Nevertheless, we found each other and something in my spirit said "This is it. He's the one."

Acting on that inner knowing, I asked my best friend (who met him several years ago) about him. After her initial shock, she told me that from what she can remember, he's a cool guy and if I treat him well he would treat me just as well.

Several weeks passed and my guy and I continued talking. The connection was undeniable, the chemistry almost tangible. The more we talked, the more I began to feel myself drawn towards him. Thankfully, the feeling is mutual, and some decisions were made. First, we would see each other exclusively, which meant cutting off others I'd been hanging out with casually before we started communicating. Then, we began making other plans for our near future that would show each other and those in our circle that we were serious about making a move soon.

In the midst of all of this, I've been spending a lot of time with my best friend and talking over things that are happening in our lives--events, dreams, relationships, etc. She told me about this dream that she had that was very interesting. She dreamed that she looked outside and there was a large crowd of people waiting along the street near her house, gathered almost as though they were waiting to watch a parade. Before she could ask what was going on, she saw a large blue and white ball descend from the sky, then light up and return as a burst of light. When she asked what that meant, she was told that "Winter is coming", to which she responded "Good, because I'm tired of this heat." Then she went home and closed her door.

When my friend woke up, she looked up the meaning of winter in her dream dictionary, and it foretold something bad happening. She began to worry about a situation in her household, but I told her to just pray about it because I had faith that something wonderful was about to happen for both of us.

Later that same day, my guy and I discussed something that out of respect for his family and wishes I have hesitated to speak of in a public forum, but I will say it meant good things coming this winter. Of course, I told my best friend, and we discussed how the concept of winter usually is negative in a dream because of the perception that things are dead (or hibernating) in winter and waiting to be rejuvenated in the spring. However, the people and even her looking forward to winter in the dream pointed to a different perception from what is commonly accepted.

You may be wondering how does this become a self-fulfilling prophecy? Well, as news often does spread, my best friend was so happy and excited about what I told her was to come in the winter time that she told someone at church (who knows me, her, and my guy) what we were planning. That someone told someone else, and they all began to call my sweetheart and wish us well.

Ok, so now, everyone is literally looking forward to winter, just like in the dream. It's funny how these things begin to come to pass, whether through apparent coincidence or through the actions of those involved.

As predicted, I found love this year. This year, I'm getting it right in many areas, that one included. Also, people are looking forward to winter. Funny how these things work out, isn't it?

I am sure many will wonder what this has to do with them, or if my purpose in writing this was to selfishly gloat and throw my blessings in their faces, but that's really not it at all. My point is that many things can manifest in our lives just through changing our focus to reflect what we want from the universe instead of what we do not want. Instead of telling ourselves that a goal is out of reach or something is impossible, we can begin to treat all that we desire as being available and within our grasp. We can begin to reach for what we want, stop looking at what we've been told or have told ourselves that we can't have, and move forward towards something greater than anything we'd previously imagined for ourselves.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

When The Saints Go Marchin' In!!!

Hey folks, what up? I'm sitting here listening to my little cousins rappin their own special "Who Dat" song. I know everybody got one these days, but if I could only figure out how and where to upload this joint you'll know why it's something special.

I figure if I keep bouncin, I'll stop fidgetin... Do ya'll know how long we've been waiting for this day? Man, the night the Saints won the playoffs something occured to me: Franklin's got it's first black mayor, the U.S. got it's first black president, and now, in 2010, Black and Gold Superbowl?!!! We better get our minds right, cuz I'm startin to think 2012 really might be the end of it all. For real. LOL.

Nah, seriously, ya'll enjoy the game because I know I will.


Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Odd

Overcrowded mind cluttered with thought
Unable to enjoy the life I once sought
Money may rain
But passion's like pain
Destroying the soul
When you let it take control

(I hear whispers in the dark, telling me what I don't want to hear)

Worlds around me spin
The darkness gets in
Wanted you to know my name
Now slave to the fame
No meaning to love
No prayers heard above

(Overpowered by the shadows, my soul searches for light)

Falling to my knees
All the third eye sees
Is trouble ahead
But I made that bed
Confusion consumes
But my life resumes

(No matter if I stop living, the world just keeps on spinning. Odd)

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Sins of the Mothers

Never loved but given life
Birthed to the whore never the wife
And somehow expected to grow in grace
Too ashamed to lift their faces
To the sun

Sins of the Mothers
Fall on everyone


Saturday, November 7, 2009

Advice to the Emerging Artist

Since I published Soul Kiss, and started blogging more often, I've been approached by several spoken word artists, poets, and writers to act as a mentor. To be honest, there is a lot of information out there--a lot of folks giving pointers on how to get published, how to perform, etc. They even tell you how to react to the first "rejection".

Some people will tell you "Don't self-publish or use a vanity press because a real publisher won't take you seriously after that." Others will tell you that self-publishing shows that you believe in your work enough to finance it yourself. As for me, I say self-publishing is great for poets because the truth is that poetry is one of those specialty markets. Not everybody is going to want to read that stuff, so there aren't as many book publishers actively searching for poetry as there are searching for novels. As a matter of fact, much of what you'll find in directories is book publishers who won't deal with poetry at all. So, publish it yourself, promote it yourself, and if you like being on stage, perform it yourself.

What many, especially younger performers, are looking for is the stuff that they don't tell you. That homegrown mama-talk before you leave home kind of advice. On the surface, especially to the elders in the community, these may seem obvious. Some of it you might not hear or see elsewhere, so pay attention.

1. Never edit poetry to suit other people's tastes. On the flip side of that, especially if you're like me, don't try to edit other people's poetry.

The first lecture I attended in Atlanta was given by Ntozake Shange. She talked about some of her books, including "For colored girls who've considered suicide when the rainbow is enuff..." and If I Can Cook, You Know God Can (which had just been published at the time). When she opened the floor for discussion, I was too shy to ask a question so I waited until afterwards when she was signing my copy of For colored girls... before asking if she had any advice about getting published. She looked at me, smiled, and said, "Never edit poetry. It is not open for discussion. Don't edit it, and don't let anyone make you edit it."

A few years later, I was in a rap group called Exotica, and we were getting ready for a show, but there was one problem: our band was a group of orthodox Muslims, and while rehearsing with us wasn't a problem, they did not want to be on stage with us rapping about sex, drugs, violence and crime (it was positive rap, nothing gangsta, but still not something they could be associated with in their community). Plus, any parts in the songs where there was profanity was a problem as well... that was even a problem for me because at the time I was on a Praise Team at the church that I attended. In any case, our band refused to play. While attempting to come up with a solution, I suggested editing the songs so that they'd be able to accompany us. One of the drummers said, "No, we are not going to bastardize that man's art like that. Don't ever try to do that again. We'll have to find another way."

His saying that reminded me of Shange's words and made me realize that it worked both ways. Don't edit your own poetry, and don't edit other people's. If the audience relates to it, then it's for them to relate to. Whoever does not relate, it wasn't meant for them. Ultimately, it is up to you to express and the audience to interpret for themselves.

2. Always be gracious. One of the greatest testimonies to the life of Michael Jackson is that everyone who worked with him said that he was "So pleasant, such a gracious person." "He was a true professional, a perfectionist, but he was always so nice." You want people to say that about you. What you don't want to hear is, "She's a great artist, but such a bitch," or "Oh god, what a prima donna".

This is especially important when things don't go as expected. My first performance as part of a group that headlined an event came when I was pregnant with my first child. It was a concert that was a part of a three day long Gambian festival, and I was exhausted. I did not realize that a concert's headliner goes on stage last. So, in the time that we waited I'd grown tired, hungry and grumpy. I tried to take a nap backstage, and some of the other performers started trying to hit on me. I tried to sit unnoticed in among the audience, and everybody wanted to know who I was. The noise was giving me a headache, the air was stale and sweaty, the lights were too low and then--

"Finally, coming to the stage, DJ Zee and Rainbow International!!!"

We went to the stage. I picked up a microphone, and started to sing, "Hold on to Zion, Mother Africa, here we come again." But I couldn't hear anything. I mean, I knew I was singing, but I couldn't hear myself. Great, just great, the mic doesn't work, I thought. So I sang louder, "Hold on to Zion, Mother Africa here we co-ome." The crowd was cheering wildly, my head was spinning. I tried one more time, before getting frustrated and dropping the mic, walking off stage, and going to lie down on the sofa. At that moment, Zee ran to the stage chanting (a dancehall reggae form of singing) like a madman, and eventually one of the guys backstage convinced me to go back out. When I did, the crowd got even more excited and I continued the performance without incident, even though I still couldn't hear a thing I was saying.

Afterwards, Zee introduced me as his wife, and everyone who hadn't met me yet wanted to talk and shake hands. I probably gave them a look that would have killed them all if looks could do that. That didn't seem to bother them, although once I had time to reflect, I regretted my behavior. Especially when I found out the microphone did work--but the speakers were turned to the audience, not to the stage. (Doh!) They're supposed to hear you, you're not always going to hear yourself.

Always be gracious. I cannot stress that enough. Whatever goes wrong behind the scenes: lighting problems, issues with your publisher, the beef you have with your lead singer--none of that is the audience's fault. Stuff happens, they don't have to know you've had a hard time. I learned to always be gracious, because you never know who you're ministering to when you're putting things out there. It surprised me the number of people (including a Gambian nurse at the hospital where I had my first daughter), who came up to me for years after seeing me perform who said, "Thank you so much, that song that you guys did really spoke to me."

3. Don't date your coworkers. Consider your publisher, background singers, lead singer, the band, the dancers, the choreographers, producers--all these folks who work with you--OFF LIMITS. There are several reasons for this. Among others, if you become successful, there will always be those who say (especially if you're female) that you "slept your way to the top." Also, dating performers makes you look like a groupie, especially if you don't "hit it big".

Another reason to not date these people is that it becomes harder to concentrate on the professional relationship. (I dated two choreographers, and still can't dance. LOL) Then, when you break up, it is very difficult to keep the professional and the personal separate--even more than when you were together.

There's more that I want to say, but this post is getting a little long, so I think I'll reserve a few pointers for another post.


Sunday, November 1, 2009

Flowin' on the Currents

Current projects:

1. Editing my second book. I'd said that the love story that I've been working on, Banana Moon, would be my second published work. But I changed my mind (I never can seem to make up my mind in the first place), and decided to go on and finally publish Children of a Lesser Light--a book that I've been working on for about ten years now. Seriously, it's taken that long to first of all, get over my fear of putting the work out there and second of all, to get the storyline laid out the way I wanted it. The characters were easy enough to develop, and other concepts flowed freely. The final hurdle will be releasing it to a publisher to get accepted or rejected. I think part of the fear that I have of doing that is a basic aversion to criticism that I will eventually have to get over.

2. Building a website. I've been working on building a website for my writer's group/social network The Full Has Nevah Been Told, but the truth is, I just don't have the patience to figure out how to use the software! It's a shame, I tried for a good couple of weeks, before I just gave up on the idea. Didn't really give up altogether, just put it aside I guess. Honestly, I need help. Any volunteers?

3. Writing some poetry to record. I've been wanting to get back in the studio for a while now. It's funny, I spent about 3 years of my life in Atlanta doing background vocals or lead for a couple different groups, and have NO RECORDINGS to pass around. To be sure, I did have a couple of demos that I misplaced in the process of moving. And other people actually have videos of a few of my performances. I just don't have any. So, at some point between now and January, I plan to get into somebody's studio and record a few pieces.

Current Playlist:

1. New Amerykah (Erykah Badu)
2. The Colored Section (Donnie)
3. Journey Through The Secret Life of Plants (Stevie Wonder)
4. Testimony 2: Love and Politics (India.Arie)
5. I Look To You (Whitney Houston)
6. Blacksummer's Night (Maxwell)


Current Reading List:

1. Crucify Him: A lawyer looks at the trial of Jesus by Dale Foreman
2. Countering the Conspiracy to Destroy Black Boys by Jawanza Kunjufu
3. Soul On Ice by Eldridge Cleaver
4. The Leroi Jones/Amiri Baraka Reader
5. Revolutionary Suicide by Huey P. Newton

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Poets are people too
Beautiful--not always
Kind--not usually for
They say what is on the tip
Of your tongue that you
Cannot, will not give voice to
Honest truths untold for fear
Poets are brave even when afraid

Beautiful I am
And in the sunset
Sweet whispers find their way
To my love's ears

Poets are people too
Gods with the pen, all too
Human when they close
Their eyes for they dream
What cannot be and it makes
Them long for what is not
The perfect world, the
Love perfected
The extinct resurrected

Beautiful I am
And when I salute
The risen sun I
Give thanks for all
That is to come

Poets are people too
Beautiful--sometimes
Kind--perhaps
Strange--to some
Understood by a chosen few

Do I look like a poet
To you?

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Face the Sun

Attempts at movement seem futile I
cover my
Head hope the
Sounds of
Birds fluttering wings in my
Head stop hope
The singing of morning
Shuts up I
Don't think I
Can face
The
Sun

Alone again finding myself
I
Roll out
Of bed crawl almost
Walk, kind of
Remember
What am I trying to
Think what
I have to do
Tears fall
Pain overtakes the
Soul of
I

Face the
Sun
Rise
Shine

Raining in my soul
Water falls down
The face of I
Don't think
I
Can face
The
Sun

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Your Spirit Will Bear Witness

One of my cousins recently came to me for some spiritual advice, but first asked me the question: Do you still have God's anointing on your life? Now, knowing that I teach people that the Spirit of the Creator is within all of us, of course any who know me and know my teachings well will know that my answer to that question is always "Yes". However, I qualify that to the ones who don't know by telling them that whatever the Spirit tells me needs to bear witness with what the Spirit tells them. In other words, I'm not going to come with any new revelation and if I do, then it will still open up a remembrance within the person--there will be a point in which the person snaps his or her fingers and says, "You know what, I knew that!"

Well, tonight I received confirmation of that very part of my teaching. Not that it hasn't been confirmed before by individuals who've come to me and said, "You know, I knew you were going to say that. But I understand it better the way that you said it, so thank you." I was listening to this seminar by Bishop Xavier, the son of the late Rev. Ike, about prosperity and happiness. None of what he was saying was anything I hadn't heard or taught before, especially now that I'm studying classes on metaphysics. However, one thing that he said really caught my attention. That is, when talking about the Word of God being equal to the thought vibrations on the words that we speak, he said that we are to be "Conscious co-creators" of the world that we want to manifest.

Now, again, anyone who's known my teachings also knows that I've taught the same thing for a while. It came to me in the form of a somewhat erotic piece of poetry that illustrates the same concept. I know that this is the "Clean Version" blog, but keep in mind the words of the Apostle Paul that "To the pure, all things are pure..." as you read and judge my words.

Conscious Co-Creators Dropping Seed on the Earth Below

Together spirit beings we find

Within ourselves the creative principle of

The Father planted his seed in the realm of Earth

Our mother and we burst forth like Him

Being, knowing infinitely the wisdom that was

Birthed in and through The Omniscient One

Having been formed in his image we call forth

The world that is ours and we create

Consciousness in our own beings that

Takes shape in the reality of this plane

So I therefore think it not blasphemy to

Say that when you are inside me

From your being you ejaculate forth the very

Spark of divinity find in my being the

Divine seed of creativity and we conceive spirit babies

Bursting forth from the open womb once a tomb

For broken promises,and empty lies you brought forth

Life dropping your seed into my earth realm

Making real the promise that we made

We conscious co-creators come together never

In lust but in love we drop seed to the earth below

Watch our creation take shape and grow and we

Cultivate the world around us whatever we need

We say let it be and as the Divine One works in

Our creative beings, we bring forth from the earth

Life and it is good

Light and it is good

Love and it is well pleasing to the

Conscious Co-creators, the workings of divinity bursting forth

From within populating the earth below with

Ones like ourselves.

As the bishop continued to speak, all that he said rang true within me. He teaches, as his father taught, that the Soul is Christ within, and that Christ is the part of us that realizes that we are one with God. This is why all that belongs to God belongs to man--and that's regardless of religious belief or lack thereof. We all have a part of the Creator within, and therefore the right and responsibility to manifest the world that we want around us with words and thoughts. Oddly enough, though, I realize also that such things are sometimes easier taught than lived. I have the same tendencies as others to manifest negativity, and block the blessings that the God in me wishes to make happen around me. However, with the knowledge of being a co-creator, we can begin to take hold of those thoughts, and put them under submission to the Word of God. That is, the positive vibrations that create that which we wish to see happen around us.







Friday, August 14, 2009

A Funny Observation

"Them that's got shall get, them that's not shall lose/So the Bible says, and it still is news..." (Billie Holiday, "God Bless The Child")

I noticed the funniest thing about me, that may be true of other women as well. That is, if one woman shoots a brother down in the presence of other women, it's kind of like he's marked. Nobody else at the club, party, or website wants him. Seriously.

"Hey, lady, what's your name? Maybe we can get to know each other...can I get your number."

"Hell no. Get yo triflin', good for nothing self out mah face!"

So, he goes to the lady across the room, who was scoping him out at first, but then...

"Hey, lady, how you doin' tonight. I noticed you from across the room and..."

Before he can finish, she walks away.

Or she says:

"You seem really nice, but I got a boyfriend. Sorry."

Or

"You know what, you're not exactly my type."

Or

"Leave me alone...SECURITY!!!"

I swear, it's the same online. Brothers, when you comment on a sister's page, and she responds with a rejection, here's a tip:

ERASE IT.

Lol. I kid you not. I realized this just now, when I took a look at my Myspace page. I got a couple of friend requests, and on one I saw that the guy and I had a couple of mutual friends. Nice looking fellow, but when I looked at his page, saw that he was 23.

ST--EEE--RIKE ONE!

Went a little further down, and saw the first three comments from his baby's mom. "When you comin get your son? I need to know..."

Baby mama drama publicly played out. He ain't takin care of business, and she's puttin it out there? Ugh!

ST--EEE--RIKE TWO!!!

And a little further down, one after the other:

"I told you we can't talk, I got a man."

And

"No, I don't wanna have a conversation with you. Leave me alone!"

And

"You're ugly. I'd rather not..."

ST--EE-RIKE THREE! YOU'RE OUT!!!

Before I realized what I'd done, I'd gone back to my friend requests and clicked on 'Reject'.

A darned shame. Seriously, though, fellas, survey the room before you step to a female. If you notice one scopin you out, you go to her first. Talk a moment, offer YOUR phone number...she's more likely to accept and possibly reciprocate. Then go to the cuter one you saw that you really wanted to step to. You'll be more confident, and it is possible that she'll have noticed the pleasant exchange between you and the other girl--sparking a bit of interest, maybe even a bit of competitive envy.

As for online interactions, don't make a public comment about wanting to get with her. Send her a note, especially if it's Myspace. That serves two purposes: first of all, you can look at your outbox on that site and see if she actually read it, and second, if you get a rejection, it's private--not public.

In other words, don't let public putdowns diminish your image.

Monday, August 3, 2009

The Struggle Continues

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." (Eph. 6:12, KJV)

"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities,against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms." (Eph. 6:12, NIV)

Metaphysical meaning: Heavenly realms = the mind, the consciousness. To wrestle, or struggle in the arena of the mind is to fight the inclinations to do that which is not godly. That is, to follow the desire to feed the hunger of the lower self for lust, revenge, and all manner of things not conducive to elevation.

If we wish to elevate the outer Self, that is, to bring ourselves to the places that we want to be in life, we must allow the Higher Self--the God in us--to prevail in every situation. That is, we must bring into subjection all things in the carnal body that would go against the spiritual.

The struggle contnues...

Going Ghost

"One of these mornings, won't be very long/You will look for me, and I'll be gone..."

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Optimistic About the Days to Come

There are so many opportunities arising for me right now I hardly know where to begin. I got some good news about one of my children's books, "Love Yourself". It started out as just a family history to help my little ones tie themselves to world history (by highlighting famous, infamous, and other notable relatives), and became a universal Afrikan children's story. Instead of just one book, I decided to make it a series of books. Anyway, someone has offered to publish the series! I'm excited because I explained to him that I want realistic illustrations of Afrikan life, and he suggested using photographs instead of drawn illustrations. Between the two of us, we've hatched out some wonderful ideas that should be brought into fruition by the beginning of next year.

I've also been working with this brother who's producing other forms of children's entertainment. He's asked me to do some promotional work for him, which while it won't make me rich, looks like it'll pay off big. I help him bring his products to the south, he helps me get back into business for myself. It's a winning situation all around. I'll be posting more info on that really soon.

As for the old personal life (lol), things have been working themselves out. You know how Lauryn Hill sang, "What you want might make you cry, and what you need might pass you by if you don't catch it..." ("When It Hurts So Bad")? Well, I've seen enough crying to last me a lifetime. Let's just say I'm not about to let what I want get in the way of what I need this time. Not going into much detail on that, just putting it out there.

Well, that's it for now. If you need me, I'll probably be playing Biotronic on fb. Lol. Later!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Adoration




Adonai mine
Big brown eyes
Embrace
Fire rain
Pleasure
Pain
Love, worship, adoration

Arms draw me
Ever closer
Darkness envelopes
Bodies
Rhythmically
Dance
Love, music, healing comes.

Adonai adoring
I barely
Breathing
Draw closer
Fire
Rain
Lost in
Earth



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Beautiful Sun
Lesser light born
Eyes find in you
Knowledge of the One
Love everlasting
Merge with the sky
Stars dim in your
Presence
Planets revolve
Moons bow down

Beautiful Sun
Dawn in the twilight
Images of you dance
In my mind
Painted portrait
Of your
Smile
Embeds itself
In my soul.