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These T’s

In Communication, Griot, News on March 23, 2017 at 2:55 am

T is for Tea. Be it brewed, steeped or spilled.
T is for Testimony like those coming forth on ‘the hill.’

T is for Thursday and today is such a day.
T is for Trashing Paul Manaforts role away.

T is for Talking. Y’all know I like to do it.
But if you tell me “what to say,” I’m likely to say “screw it.”

I don’t like talking points as much as I like researching and finding my own.
T is for Trust.  No lies leading to a crux – if we are to stand united and strong.

T is for “your T-jones.” Doesn’t she use the ACA?
T is for Today. There’s a vote to repeal it away.

These T’s can really weigh in. In fact, they can be quite heavy.
T is for Tired. Like the GOP bill to repeal… I hear, ” it isn’t ready.”

A bad piece of legislation” is a surmise of the replacement review.
T is for the Troubles that the poor and the elderly will go through.

T is for Think. I hope Congress members do a bit of it and forgo “the choke.”
T is for Toast – to the Team of House rep’s who’ll conclude with a NO.

T is for This piece. I brewed it for Griot spill.
I’m Qui
and These T’s got it on lock down. Pick and choose — for real.

Happy Thursday baby!

That girl lies when the truth would sound better…

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News on March 21, 2017 at 6:31 am
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Is “that girl” still “LYING” around?

This morning on MORNING JOE, Joe said that when he was younger that his sister had a friend that would come over. Of that friend his mom would say to his sister, That girl can not come back over. “She lies when the truth would sound better.” 🤣

The moral of the story was… for the Trump Administration.

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Did you watch James Comey in the wiretapping hearing yesterday?
James came to spill tea. He did not come to play.

It was gripping TV. I was glued to the tube.
I was deep in writing though this seemed more exciting –
So I stopped to cop the “dramatic fuel.”

The intelligence committee holding the hearing, ruled!
They were wise, enlightened and was not up for being fooled.

It was deep and intricate and the details were ON FIRE.
Comey and the NSA Director were birds on a wire.

The NSA Director did indeed share the direct spotlight,
But James Comey brought the juiciest details to light.

Fam, it was alright! I watched from 8am to 12:30.
I only walked away because LUNCH was flirty.

I was ‘starving like Marvin‘ at the lunch blocks latter
And enjoyed eating among associates who politics chatter.

They broke it down for me MORE – in historical reference.
Seems a lot that’s going on is treason’y and setting quick precedence.

Where’s our governing sense? How’s your health today?
I hope that you’re well before all goes to hell –
They’ll vote to repeal healthcare on Thursday.

About the media, the administration, their lack of relation and weakened tries,
I’m Qui
Laughing at Morning Joe’s reference to ‘the girl that lies.’

Is she incapable of telling the truth?

Good Morning Monday

In Communication, Griot, Self Improvement on March 20, 2017 at 4:47 am

march2017-maroon-quiMmmm. Good Morning Monday! How are you doing today?
Sure I’ve got a bit of work, but we’ll find time to play.

The weekend was long, it made me strong; I covered quite a few miles.
Today comes with ease and a warm breeze. Today I’ll focus on “the smile.”

Come sit with me a while.  I am taking it easy indeed.
I’ve got family, love and favor from the Man above… it feels good to be Qui.

Ooo wee, and then there’s “thee.” I did miss you so.
Tell me whatcha been up to, the destinations of your to and fro.

How’s life treating you today and what have you got planned for tomorrow?
I’m brimming with sunshine, and drunk off life, like it’s wine –
If need be, I’ve got energy you can borrow.

Hey-ey! Good Morning Monday. I had missed you baby,
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out here in these Phoenix streets. Holla’ back at your Griot lady.

Spring is in the air and I like it a lot.
While the East Coast gets the most snow
Phoenix keeps it hot.

Todays high is

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No Week End here

In Book, Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on March 19, 2017 at 7:18 am

no-weekend.jpgThere’s No Week End here, by any measure.
To work at being strong is absolutely my pleasure.

The last book that I read was a biography and it was depth-rich and information sweet.
It was on Michelle Obama, her family, her Moma…and it added strength to me.

That was Friday.
I woke up to the read; a high day.

The read set off a chain of reactions and awoke desires of stifled fires that I’d forgotten about.
So for the last 3-days I’ve been on “the creative raise” knocking incompleted work out!

There was so much to do sitting on the back burner.
What I didn’t know I read up on- I’m a real quick learner!

And so the Week has had No End for me and I remain merry.
Amidst the upload of good to my soul we lost Chuck Berry.

But don’t worry, before completing the dash ” – ” he made a fine mark.
He rolled right in and rocked folks in and out of sin, still all who knew him ‘fell for’ his heart.

He obviously lived a tad bit smart. If you question – bless your hiney.
Chuck was born in 1926 and crossed over at age 90.

Eventually the human body gets weak, gravity is a “hold-you-down” kin.
Still I rise like Maya Angelou and the skies;  I’ve yielded No Week End.
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Today is a new day and per my usual, I started the day in meditation.
I hope you did what you know to do to keep mental clarity in your relation.

GOT TO —  and as often as possible these days.
Days that I forgo “the meditate” I still kneel to pray.

Pray?
Everyday.

It helps me to feel A-Ok. Never mind prescription anxiety meds,
I’m Qui
Affirming that RULE 1 of No Week End is to always Keep your mind fed!!!

So what was the last book about that you read?

It’s THURSDAY Again

In Communication, Griot, News, Self Improvement on March 16, 2017 at 5:56 am

silverliningIt’s THURSDAY, Again and Hump Day has passed,
believe it or not, I’m still rejuvy’ing my ass

from the last two weeks. Did I tell you of my latest life spin?
I went to Texas a few weeks back, returned to A-Z and moved my Dad in.

Had you heard?
Yes child, this is WORD.

He’s no happy camper, but what was I to do?
He was sick and wearing thin – I couldn’t sleep not knowing the truth.

Did he have enough to eat? Was the water, lights and gas on?
Thousands of miles away, I couldn’t sleep comfy – in my comfy home.

Not coping, thinking my dad was all alone. What happened to senior quality?
He’s a USAF Vet, seems like “appreciation” did forget,
so I brought him home with me.

He’s no happy camper, but what was I to do?
HumpDay seemed like our steady for while –
Thank God Thursday has come through.

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Therein the GOLDEN YEARS…

Dad’s doing better health wise
but surroundings aren’t familiar and he’s missing his wife.

My stepmother remains in Texas with her son; he’d have missed her the most.
Dad understands this and carries love for his Ms. – but is pretty lonely. You know?

Getting old looks like it can suck. You can never tell where the cards may lie.
Yesterday Dad was a vibrant stag and he rode life pretty hard and up high.

Today, he is a frail man, with a big heart and bigger voice
Who isn’t shy in telling me ‘Arizona wouldn’t be his first choice…’ 😀

I’ve been in Arizona with no neighboring DNA going on 6 years –
so it’s good to have family in town. The cheers outweigh the jeers.

It’s THURSDAY Again fam, and I’m deep into revealing the silver lining,
I’m Qui
and there’s gold in compassion and caring. I’m simply “Paying It Forward” — doing the mining.

How’s your today, how are you spending your time?
No time for mudane moping – peep the silver line.

I’ve found it and I’m making it mine.

Going UNDERGROUND

In Communication, Movies, Networking, Self Improvement, TV Shows on March 14, 2017 at 7:29 am

bokeem-woodbine-undergroundI’m going UNDERGROUND again. Are you coming with?
Bokeem Woodbine has joined the awesome casting list.

Season 2 has insight and good music comes with —
I believe I heard a little Beyoncé and Lamar, Kendrick.

The underscore is deep and references are thick
UNDERGROUND brandishes history and that “slave trade” shick.

I’m down with it – Season 2.
I’m trying to see what Noah ‘nem ‘gone do.

I see that that Rosalee‘s mom, Ernestine (house slave queen) is in a reality bind.
Post her fling with the late master she left him hanging from the porch by a vine.

His demise split up the plantation and she lost her “golden ticket” lover.
Now she’s on another slave plantation shacking with a field brother.

Noah is in ‘fate limbo’ and Rosalee is on his heels.
She’s down to free her man; resistant blood will spill.

Talk about a woman that’s down to “ride or die…”
This series would get Harriet Tubman high.

rosalee-noah-undergroundSpeaking of “getting high,” Ernestine is doing it.
A handkerchief to the nose… Ernestine isn’t new to this.

Whatever she’s inhaling in the hankie yields a mind-altering haze.
It allows Ernestine to carry on in the lows that are the life of a slave.

Sad stuff.
America’s History is rough.

However, last season when she was living high on the hill
She offed Pearlie Mae. She delivered ‘the kill.’

Any thrill was short lived and death is nothing at which to squawk
On his wedding day, on the courthouse steps death took John Hawkes.

Now I feel like Esther Rolle, I’m saying “damn, damn, damn!”
We needed him and his protections – human decency is on the lam.

Hot damn! This plants a big arse stick deep in the mud
And retrieving a win with Noah, looks like a distant thud.

By the end of Episode one Rosalee was in progress to free him from a scheduled hang
When they were chased and had to face an even more hungrier gang…

They wanted Noah and while Rosalee and the crew fought –
It was John Hawkes CIVIL RIGHTS assistance that invoked his death be brought.

There was a single gunshot wound to his head as he did arrive
from the doors of the county courthouse with his new bride.

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Real stuff.
Our country’s mirrored history is tough.

However, this show is back in the chamber and Thursday nights are looking up.
I’m Qui
Going UNDERGROUND with thee. This production could use our supportive love.

My white parent(s) love me…

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on March 12, 2017 at 7:43 am

mom & daugherMe? No, my parents are not white. Both of my DNA contributors are of African American decent. My father is a 5’5, small framed man with fire red hair, red beard, and freckles covering the fair skin on his face. My mother is 5’2, thicker than a Snicker, with high cheek bones, high-yellow fair skin, and silky, wavy hair. I am a deeper brown mixture of the two. Again, my parents are not white, but I happen to know many parents that are white and more than a few of them have children that look like me. I’m always drawn to such familial scenes. It reminds me that race wars are fad fodder issues and that we can indeed put them to an end.

My former best friend has the best hairstylist in Arlington, TX. Heather‘s hair is always perfectly pitched, it matches her Martha Stuart’esque hospitable ways. She’s a straight laced, conservative gal, who loves her family. Heather is married to black man and their offspring is a beautiful mixture of the two of them. Heather guardians her son at all costs with love, nourishment and wisdom. She loves a lot like me. It’s always been a pleasure to know and love Heather. We are only not as close as we used to be because of the curve of time. We used to be neighbors in Arlington, TX for about 15-years… that was before I moved to Phoenix (6-years ago).

My sister-in-law has the biggest heart and a huge propensity for a sharp pair of pants. She’s cardio fit and curvy. She owns a couple of pairs of white pants that makes me want to put in a few more minutes in Aerobics class… maybe another hour. 🙂 Angela has 4 sons and is married to my brother. As fair skinned as the beauty from Kansas is, her sons are black. I’ve watched Angela for more than a decade now shape her family to what she wants it to be and the only color differences I have ever noticed in her household is as it compares to fashion. She has an awesome pair of gray pants that I love as well. Angela’s love for her children is priceless… much like mine for my children. We have much in common: Kids, love, fashion…

kristen-davis-and-daughterThen there are Kristen Davis (Sex In The City Co-Star) and Mike Berry (Columnist for Babble.com) and their stories.

While surfing familial stories online I ran across this heart warmer on Babble.com, (a Disney content supported site) and I found Mike Berry’s column on “BEING THE WHITE MOTHER OF A BLACK DAUGHTER,” and I knew I had to share it with ya. Now the column was comprised from a quote that Kristen Davis said in reference to her daughter,

I am white. I have lived in white privilege. I thought I knew before adopting my daughter that I was in white privilege, that I understood what that meant. But until you actually have a child, which is like your heart being outside you, and that heart happens to be in a brown body, and you have people who are actively working against your child, it’s hard. It fills me with terror.”

Wow! I have to say Mike and I feel her concerns, deeply and intuitively. I have a African American child myself. I only learned that Mike Berry is in this boat with us, when he said in his Babble column:

“Her words took me back, 15 years in the past, when we held our newborn baby girl in our arms. I remember looking at her with a sense of awe. Her beautiful brown skin, exotic dark eyes, and soft brown hair captivated me. I remember feeling an intense love for her that still burns as brightly today as it did then. Love so deep, I never knew my heart could reach those depths. But at the same time I felt these beautiful emotions, I also felt afraid. There was no question in our minds that she was ours. We were her parents and she was our daughter. But I worried about the world around us. For a moment, I feared what it would be like to raise this precious girl in white suburbia. I worried about the potential hateful things people would say to her, or do to her. I felt like taking our newborn baby and running far away, where no one could find us. With every ounce of my soul, I wanted to protect her.”

Believe it or not, I feel the same way… Isn’t there enough of us to bind together and start effective change?  We can’t change the hearts of everyone at once, but we can begin with  one conversation at a time starting with those we love the most and are closest to.

African American children with white parents are not a new phenomena, even though President Obama put a winning face on those children while pushing this country out  of the recession of 2008-2011. His character was so outstanding, that many (now new parents) got to work making their own DNA designer children in the name of love and are now actively changing the face of race for the future.

African American cultures are very accepting. We love our children be they white, black, tan… we love them. We love yours. African American women were made to raise the children of plantation owners as a non-negotiable duty. What the slave masters didn’t realize is, there was no need to force us to care for the children. It’s in my default spirit to LOVE and accept. Personally, I only have two children and if given a choice I’d only work with children from here on out. They have great hearts, brilliant minds and big ideas that I want to be a part of. I know a couple white kids right now – that I’m not so sure that I didn’t birth myself. lol! 😀  They remind me so much of ME. I call them my children. I’ve got their backs and their Moms backs too. We’re family.

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I’m head over heels in love with my children

I love my daughters so much – that I don’t know what to do.
I’m a parent whose got love for you and the love of your kids too.

We are all in this together and our kids need not know
that they were born into a cesspool dubbed ‘the race hate show.’

White hoodies are not in fashion, or marketed for kids play –
so why do we continue to let their limitations run the day?

White people with Black children have embraced joy by far
because they could not refute the love or the size of their hearts.

Logic is about being smart, but logic doesn’t come into play
when God gives you a child. They are the sun in your day.

Heather, Angela, Kristin, Mike and myself are parenting Black offspring.
And each of us will go to the earths end if we could ensure that it will bring

a less bias world and more opportunities for them to love,
I’m Qui
On some familial “ooo wee – that we need to look at and hug.

Why are my white family members so fearful for their kids sake?
Talk about it today — our best futures are all at stake.

In the business of other peoples business

In News on March 11, 2017 at 8:10 pm

A THROW-BACK; “Nosey” packed…

Qui Entertainment Magazine

dmx-flips-outNetworking exposes others to others, thus reblogging is not ever a crutch.
I wouldn’t be properly communicating if I didn’t share this piece from Clutch.

DMX breaksdown on an OWN broadcast of Iyanla.
Clutch’s Demetria L. Lucas reflects the highlights all on ya:

…In case his ongoing erratic behavior over the years didn’t clue you in that something is wrong with X, his appearance on the latter two shows, and specifically on Sunday’s Iyanla, Fix My Life should have. He was twitchy, nervous, switching seamlessly between shucking responsibility, martyrdom, rage, guilt tripping and rambling so much that Iyanla finally just asked DMX what everyone watching at home was thinking, “Are you high?”

He said, “no.” In a post-show interview with Jet magazine, X insisted again that he was sober. In a separate interview, his son, Xavier was asked if his dad was high and said, “I don’t know.” That…

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Hey-Hey-Hey Ms. DuVernay

In Communication, Griot, News, Self Improvement, TV Shows on March 8, 2017 at 3:48 am

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Have you seen her work? Doth you know the fascinating she?
Ms. Ava DuVernay is a Director of much, including GREENLEAF.

Yes! Oprah has her OWN, Tyler Perry has Madea
and the beauty of GreenLeaf is brought to life via a Sheeba.

ava-duvernay-on-setMs. DuVernay is beautiful and elegantly rocks
visionary eyes, a lovely smile and strong mane locks.

Her capacity to hold the masses attention
is duly up for mention –
for I am hooked on the view

that is the family of GreenLeaf
ava-duvernay-smilethe church folks and who creeps…
You know? The mirrored reflections of me and you.

It’s dimensionally good and relates quite strong.
Ms. Ava DuVernay has a visionary home on Oprah’s OWN.

Ava’s website is REEL tight, drop in on her work,
I’m Qui
Up on Ms. D’s story lines – they’re filled with mad familial girth.

 

A weekend of lifts

In Communication, Griot, Music, News, Self Improvement on March 6, 2017 at 7:35 am

I’m a Leo, a romantic kin; an extrovert to no quick end.
I’m a loner filled with cues of intend; I have an abundance of fam but very few friends.

So please hear me out as I intend to express
The goodness I’ve found in a sisterhood connect.

The weekend came fast but exited slow.
My girlfriends and I were on the ‘to and fro,’

Las Vegas was the destination, We were on our spectating grind.
Then we caught a shuttle bus to Moapa to kick it with HIGH TIMES.

And we did — along side other new found friends.
Our moods were elevated but not as much as the winds.

The winds were 30mph, the wide open space was perfect for vent.
The ladies and I camped out Kosherly in the SuperVip tent.

We met vendor upon vendor and one person after the next
who were more aboutpeace & harmony” at this laid-back connect.

No. It was not a Woodstock at all — and many cried “not fair,”
For the simple fact, that there was very little MaryJane in the air.

It seemed the reservation that hosted the event
was threatened with ‘illegal ramification imprint.’

They were instructed not to sell and/or distribute any weed.
There were many vendors and products but no State Fair winning seeds.

There were plenty of food trucks in the case folks wanted to eat.
There were all kinds of art, apparatuses of sorts and a pair of dancing trees.

Ludacris was on marquee to perform in that heightened frame.
He turned out and rocked the crowd – though the scene mirrored his name.

It was “ludacris” for Feds to have restricted the reservation hosting the event
After thousands of dollars for booths were spent,

after thousands of dollars from guests poured in to commemorate…
Moapa Valley had the dustiest plate.

Nevertheless, between the information learned and the consolations earned

👉🏾We had a grand time.👈🏾

We lived like ballers without the alcohols but With all of the pent house plush.
We ran the streets interviewing folks that we’d meet in the sin city stripped rush.

Excitement did gush, slot machines rang and dispensaries did their share.
While High Times had no verge to grind – on the strip MaryJane was in the air.

Harmony seemed to have followed the scent.
A good time was had – a good time was spent.

Today we are back on the grind, all smiles and so much wiser.
High Times hails the best networking events – but missed the fire.

I’m a Leo, a fire sign; known to live life high.
I enjoyed our party of 3 – my two girlfriends and I.

It was a 3-day weekend and we used every hour
To lift each other up and compliment shower.

Were we socially productive? Did we get any good info?
Yes we did, a summit of the minds was bridged and elevated with no smoke.

We came and we saw
The clash of state and federal law…

We were educated and we educated others on a myriad of things.
My sisterhood circle is a networking production – not a fling.

This was my first CUP Event, I hope to mingle amidst many more,
I’m Qui
Good morning Monday and dear girlfriends. The weekend was a hell-of-a-score!