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If you like it – Put a DATE on it

In Communication, Griot, Networking, Self Improvement, Theater on May 30, 2014 at 8:19 am

put a date on itBeyonce once said to all of the SINGLE LADIES that if a man likes you enough – he should put a ring on it, well recently Denzel Washington said something similar in an impromptu speech he gave to budding thespians after reviewing their craft. His advice is strong, it’s direct, and it’s the ‘game changer‘ ingredient:


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Life is tricky, still you can have whatever you want.
God gave you vision through dreams, and it’s okay to flaunt
that you have passion inside. Sometimes you want to shout it!
But the vision is just a dream, if you do nothing about it.

Everything in life is attainable. Open your heart so that you can receive it.
Think you need additional mental support? I suggest you read THE SECRET.

Life. She can be tricky but once Denzel W. hits the stage,
even the universe pays attention and moves right out of the way.

It’s not just a skill Mr. Washington has – he’s encouraging you to hone it,
I’m Qui
and Dreams really do cone true, but first, you have to Put a DATE on it!

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The weekend was long enough

In Communication, Griot, Self Improvement on May 27, 2014 at 8:41 am
Reaching Out...

Reaching Out…

The weekend was long enough that I got plenty of rest in,
In between mixing and mingling with distant and visiting kin.

We started our Memorial Celebration Friday morning by supporting a Purple heart troupe
that was posted up in front of Basha’s hoping to receive shoppers left-over loot.

I was not shopping at Basha’s, but when I saw the Veterans booth in place – I dipped in
to buy a bottle of Dr.Pepper and get additional change – to make a veteran grin.

As I inserted the folded cash, the veteran began to “appreciate shower,”
and told me that ‘God thinks as much of me as he does’ and then gave me a paper flower.

That was an awfully nice thing to say – a gesture fit to adore,
with humility I smiled, knowing the whole while, “Pshhh! God thinks way more!lol!

What a break-out beginning, I proceeded to celebrate the weekend in fashion
by THANKING every veteran I came across; a genuine and humbling action.

I gave my life a little more thought and realized there was more that I could do,
so I called my USAF Vet dad and offered him to relocate over a state or two.

Dad’s permanent address is still in Texas, and he could use a newer view.
The weekend was long enough for me to not only convince Dad, but his wife too.

I know this is only the beginning but if the weight of Memorial Day is really that strong,
t’is the perfect time to do all that you can to say thanks. Charity begins at home.

God bless me and my good heart, Dad accepted the offer and is gearing up to go.
In a few short months, I will return home, with Dad and Stepmom in tow.

And here we go – life and her challenges will be new again.
The weekend was long enough that I went for the ‘off-the-cuff’ #WIN.

No details are written in stone – this all happened on yesterday.
Today is a win – I’m excited to begin – manifesting good all the way.

I’m not just doing this to help dad out – I’m doing this with my own future in mind.
Careful — how you treat your elders, for in the future, such is yours in kind.

Alas, the weekend is over and Tuesday is duly staring me in the face,
I’m Qui
Happy about it all. I’m on my mark, and ready-set, for this race.

Running for the #WIN
at this new weeks begin!

When I get my legs back under me…

In Communication, Griot on May 21, 2014 at 7:26 am

faintsWhen I get my legs back under me…

ish is going to go down!
However my first task, is to keep my ass
up off of the cold, hard ground.

So I thank God for ‘my boy.’ He’s always got my back.
I became a little weak at the thought of a mashadi hack.

Once off the court, I was pissed; from heaven-to-hell in rank,
for them catching me on film, passed out — and I ain’t drank.

What the L-you mean? That knife was 3 feet long,
so When I get my legs back under me… I’m going strong,

towards the house, to change my clothes. These fools done’ got me dirty.
I was on my way back out to the court, but my boy said he was thirsty,

from carrying me home – I guess. But no worry’s — none at all.
When I get my legs back under me, I’m hitting the court to play some ball.

You don’t think that mashadi guy will be there – do you? I ain’t trying to get cut.
I’m Qui
griot fiction-story telling she – making fun of the dude falling on his butt.