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NEWS PERUSE – What Happened in High School

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on September 17, 2018 at 6:52 am

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Well hello, dear Monday! Where have you been?
Congress seems on par for letting Kavanaugh in.

But not one recollective minute before —
we hear the watermarks of Christine Blasey-Ford.

When Christine and Brett Kavanaugh were in high school,
she alleges that Bret attempted to rape her; life uncool.

She’s talking in detail and laying it on the line.
Christine delivered her written account to Diane Feinstein.

That was in July.
Kavanaugh’s life to Christine is a lie.

Many women are empathetic to Christine and her watermarked view.
Unfortunately, when I was in high school, it happened to me too.

It was lunch break and I hopped a ride with a male classmate
who was pretty good looking, popular and in no need of a date.

I was popular too – a writer, rapper, and drill team dancer.
After returning to campus from lunch – he became a creepy chancer.

In his savvy sports car, he locked the doors
and unzipped his pants for a “girl-handy” score.

I asked what he was doing and to please unlock the door.
I asked him thrice, but he wasn’t listening anymore.

He was in pursuit to get me to touch his lap,
instead, I balled up my fist and give his lip a bap!

He hit me back and we begin to fight inside of his two-seater.
He struggled to unlock my door after a few minutes of me being “the beater.”

I ran inside of the school and at the first pay phone, I called my dad.
He told me to report it to the office unless I already had.

I went to the office; I was just 16 and in the 11th grade
and the female principle didn’t believe what I had to say.

She blamed me for being good looking and dressing nice,
and implied that I wanted “it” and that next time I’ll think twice.

Good Lord! Her brutal summation wasn’t right, and she seemed so mad.
The female principle gave me a pass to get over this and on to class.

I did go to class, but the feelings of being a prey did not stop.
About 30-minutes later, I hear my dad going-at-it with the cops.

Dad left his job after I hung up and came straight to my high school.
Campus monitors allowed him site access because he was a cool dude.

Dad inquired about the male student’s name that I had told him about.
They pointed my dad to his class and dad asked the student to come out.

The male student did.
That’s when I heard the cops trying to corral my dad’s wig.

The noise rang out from the corridors; rage was the pressing margin.
The cops came to my class and asked me if I’d like to press charges?

The attempt to rape a child is not a passe thing,
especially since the male classmate was already 18.

The scene got real serious; dad, the cops and the boy were standing by.
I was told to repeat the incident minute-by-minute, miss nothing, and don’t lie.

I did. I retold the tale in detail and I was not coy.
The Miranda rights came out and they began to arrest the boy.

My dad took me aside and into another room
and told me that he was there for me while chaos and uncertainty loomed.

I told my dad that I didn’t know what to do.
I just wanted to be respected; validate my truths.

Dad concurred and heard out every word that I had to say.
He explained the male teenager’s behavior, and how charges come to stay.

He left it up to me, to send the classmate to the clinger or not.
I chose to let this be a warning, they uncuffed the popular snot.

Teary-eyed with so much to lose, he never bothered me again.
I saw him a decade after graduation and his aura reflected the sin.

I don’t think he ever did such a thing again. Forcing intimacy is lame.
Plus when I saw him in the store a decade later he hung his head in shame.

I am not mad at him anymore, and it looks like his lip went down too,
I’m Qui
and Kavanaugh isn’t supreme at all if any of what Christine said is true.

 

When your truth is too true

In Communication, Griot, Movies, Networking, News, Self Improvement, Video on September 12, 2018 at 4:11 am

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FACT: The title of this piece was provided by a person who was self-evaluating. And no, the person was not me.

Brutally honest folks who mean well should consider the following information before each honest delivery:

“Truth and honesty without compassion is brutality.”

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I suppose I should know,
I’m an honesty-wielding Leo.

Yessir, and yes ma’am, -I’m confessing to you kinfolk:
with retrospection and honesty, I can impale another’s throat.

I often preface  though, “the following won’t be pretty, but it is honest reality…”
Often times the receiver is their best amen choir & believer – and may get mad at me.

Everybody wants honesty but not as it pertains to what they (themselves) do.
Right?
I cannot nourish your plight and recommend A FEW GOOD MEN for movie night –
because “you can’t handle the truth.”

I dig ol’ Bader Ginsburg, Ruth and McKinnon, Kate of SNL.
When it comes to lasting impersonations, Kate brings the judicial hail.

Still, I’ve always known that my most honest deliveries could use a little more tact.
I thank my mom for my compassionate heart and my dad for holding nothing back.

I am indeed Redd’s daughter; I am honest and I preface – please do not take offense.
I’m Qui
‘loving the honest quote that I heard on TV. I’m working on me and the quote makes good sense.

What show was I watching? Well, now that’s a good question.
This show is the best yo, it’s called MARRIED TO MEDICINE.

The truth and honesty quote is stronger than an espresso brew.
If you’re not a sugar-coater of truth, does this quote at all apply to you?

Well Rested and Format Tested

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Technology on September 10, 2018 at 4:40 am

euphoriaEvery day for the last two weeks I have been a “reel tenderoni.”
I’ve been courting Phoenix in cinematic bliss,
via my new FS5, Sony.

I have utilized the exposure triangle to capture “the shot.”
Saturday morning I filmed Tempe Lake at the 911 Memorial spot
and I’ve been a little emotional over the footage that I got.

The FS5’s capacity is yielding to be quite hot.
I like the way she reels, I’m beginning to love her, a lot.

I’ve been taking her everywhere that I go.
Passerbyers star in my ‘reeled traffic show.’

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I can’t keep my hands off of her.

Some of which are handed my card during their to and fro.
Good talent is hard to find, you know?

But if you look-the-part and pose for the camera as you pass me
I’m likely to divvy my card with visions of collab’ing on a cash heap.

Art is not cheap so I’m into paying
if the subject is committed to reel slaying.

Though the scenes that I have been shooting as of late have been for school,
I still run QuiFilms where neverending networking is infinitely cool.

I spent the weekend shooting from sun up to sun down.
I’ve been spending the wee hours of every night sleeping rock-solid sound.

It’s a good trade-off.
The hot and dusty atmosphere invokes a cough.

Still, observing Earth’s atmosphere and all who live here truly works for me,
I’m Qui
Good morning baby. See the world through your beautiful lens and make it what you want to be.

Be sure to format your SDXC card before you leave for the day.
Be sure to format your life; this happens when you pray.

 

You Smell That

In News on September 7, 2018 at 7:57 am

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Good morning baby. Has the week gotten you off?
Did you miss your favorite shows to see “Le Grill of Kavanaugh?”

Oh yes, I watched as much as I could, tho at times I could not bear it.
I found myself drawn in by the inquisition of Senator K. Harris.

Whew! Her eyes and her posture; Judge Kavanaugh – I didn’t want to be.
Senator Harris was just following protocol set by elder Senator Patrick Leahy.

Specific questions were laid before the judge and the Senators seemed to have much of the answers before them.
The Supreme Court nominee danced clumsily looking for opportunities to beat around the bush; to haw the hem.

Kavanaugh was in the hot seat but it’s not really that blazing.
There are enough Repubs to push him through;
The speed of which is amazing.

I’m grateful to have tuned in to the hearings; there was so much to learn.
Glad to see the faces of elected officials who are voting towards our burn.

Their jobs are in jeopardy whether or not Kavanaugh’s lunch is secured and bought.
The GOP is governing carelessly; the condition of our union may be a degenerative cost.

All is not lost though,
November affords you and I to vote, so

if we want to turn this thing around, lets NIKE and JUST DO IT!
I’m Qui
and Le Grille of Kavanaugh is worth a looksy; it’s Day 4, don’t screw it.
Whether you caught day one through three, this s a great day to get to it.

Lucrative Monday

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on September 3, 2018 at 4:58 am

make-it-rain-money.gifIs it Monday already? When did last week end?
I spent my time scene-shooting and celebrating with friends.

Framing up the future; we were studying dividends. 
I am curious as to what happened to BitcoinsAre they still in?

I am curious as to what is going on
because I want my finances to remain healthy and strong

beyond today and well into tomorrow.
I am interested in disruptors minus the sorrows.

Then there’s always gold.

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Is gold still considered a weighty square?

As with love, in finances is all of it game and is all fair?
I’m just wondering because I want to stack my chips with care.

Monday is a great day to review your portfolio.
Stack today for tomorrow; where whilst thou dollar go?

You know them Leo’s; it takes restraint for them to not shop.
My grandma used to say “keep the money in a safe – your pocket’s are hot.”

She was right and I just might peruse a safe or two real soon.
Though for now, I’m location scouting to see what I can shoot before noon.

Do come with, dear Lucrative Monday. You are a welcoming must in life.
I’m Qui
Up early feeling cinematic and girly – today I’ll focus on natural light.

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Feeling Virgo’ish

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on August 31, 2018 at 3:34 am

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Good morning goodness. How did you slumber?
Me? Like a baby; 40’s my sleep number.

Quick I am to rise today; quick I am to get out into the streets.
For I have four filming assignments in Comp & Visual Design that I must meet.

And shortly thereafter, I will have to edit the scenes and upload them to the student portal.
I’ve been doing the most, “me time” has been ghost; still life is good for a film student mortal.

F5F_Bday2018Today is a day of virtuosity; it is the month of Virgo
and today is the birthday of our beloved Fab5Freddy, yo!

It’s good to know that the years can roll in and not take your youth out.
Heck! That’s what artistic and reel living is really about,

so I’m going to follow Fab5’s lead and stay steady; continue to learn and evolve.
I’m going to enjoy this Friday as another high day and conquer it with dutiful resolves.

The day is waking up nicely from the view of my window.
It’s dark inside, except for my laptop’s light and of course my inner glow.

It’s really good to be alive, yo. Take a deep breath and say a prayer.
Then walk outside and face life with every intention to care.

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Follow through;
They’re good for you.

This day was made for mindful celebrations and it rightfully belongs to the Virgo.
I’m Qui
Good morning thee, reflect virtuosity and make today a beautiful show.

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Not The Same without John McCain

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on August 26, 2018 at 4:31 pm

RichardPryor-MilitarySaluteYesterday Arizona’s beloved John McCain left Cindy, Meghan, six other children, and crossed over. I cried. I suppose I’ve always been a bit sensitive about energy, life, and death and it’s not unlikely that I’ve become even more sensitive to the feelings of others in mourning since the passing of my own Dad, just over a year ago. All the same, I cried. Not just at hearing the news in my Arizona residence, but especially when reading Meghan McCain’s tweet shortly after her father took his final bow:

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She and I have our differences; we party on different terms. It’s true.
But I’ve always respected her POV, even long before THE VIEW.

I knew she was the child of The Maverick; she’s looks a lot like her Dad.
I was able to understand her ‘right, wrong or indifferent’ stance
because of the DNA that she shares.
There’s no rule stating that you have to agree with any human being to truly and genuinely care.

I really do care.
Things won’t be the same now that JM III isn’t here.

He lived a life without fear; one of honesty, integrity and patriotic intent.
He stood his ground in the face of foreign and domestic dog pounds;
resisting bullying from the president.
And his NO vote to repeal healthcare was Heaven sent.

I am going to miss the beloved John McCain, the third.
I never once saw him live in Phoenix, tho his voice was always heard.

A man of honor has exited the scene and has ceased his life role.
I am doleful but understand he wanted to catch that caravan
with Aretha, the Queen of Soul.

Things will not be the same
without Senator John McCain

on the hill or at Cindy’s house.
I’m Qui
and I’m missing him already. With honor and respect I utter his name from my mouth:

JOHN McCAIN
Do you know what his life was really about?

Thursday Word Say

In Griot, Networking, News, Self Improvement on August 23, 2018 at 2:35 am

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Good morning sweetheart. I don’t have too much to say,
I just thought I’d hit you up with a couple of words for the day

and they are: corroborate and collaborate.
This week, these words are heavily in play.

What doth young Twitter tweet from the hill today?
Any word of Tuesdays verd‘ & confession of 8 in play?

Tuesday was a big day and all day Wednesday I stayed glued
to a variety of stations heralding pro and con relations;
with popcorn, I’ve been watching the tube.

Corroboration means evidence — which is exactly what DC Prosecutors and Michael Cohen have.
Collaboration means working together; comparable to the president and Michael Cohen’s past.

Poor Manafort. He never said a word in his defense.
He’s still wearing a jumpsuit and sitting in prison; hence,

Michael Cohen spoke up quickly;
he waited patiently to tattle intently.

He did so with no immunity deal on the table.
That’s a clue that there’s more than smoke in the admin’s stable —

that ol’ girl is on fire.

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I aspire to be word-savvy today as well as witty in conversation.
I aspire to understand the outs and the ends; I’m about communication.

I’m about at least having a clue about my surroundings.
I’m praying for the hill because mounting news is astounding.

Understand, that we face the possibility of eventually being told
that the 45th Title of U.S. Presidency (via foreign hacking) had been stole.

Yeah. Corroboration and collaboration are shaping things up as I speak,
I’m Qui
Good morning sweetheart. It’s good to commune with you at my start. I pray we’re past the melee of the week.

The situation is pretty deep.

Absolutely Cellophane

In Communication, Griot, Music, News, Self Improvement, Video on August 20, 2018 at 4:11 am

Who’s the Navy Bean today?

I’m looking towards the future and I can see it clear and plain.
I’m putting in the work to increase the skill capacity of my worth;
my moves are cellophane.

You could call me vain, but I’d only argue that you’re a lot like me.
With all that you’re doing in your life to not live trife?
I wouldn’t label that vanity.

To prepare for the future is to operate within sanity. That’s you and me, main.
Show your hand; how do you plan to lead your band? Make your intentions cellophane.

It’s Monday morning again. I arose with no hidden agenda.
The week is young and Omarosa still has her gun.
In media wrestling, she’s no beginner.
The Whitehouse is really hoping to pin her
to the mat
for being a Republican and being Black.

But what I’m finding is that Blacks are familial pansies.
They may not like Omarosa much, but heck! She’s still family.

She’s making her rounds
sharing receipts via audio sound.

Omarosa is out making waves.
She’s dirty, yet quite cellophane.

Have you heard?

I’m looking towards the future and with my pen, I’m shaping reel.
I’m looking at the people; they’re looking to the hill.

The Whitehouse is piping hot, like tea and looks like it’s about to spill.
I really thought I’d craft a fictional piece, but I’m heavily leaning towards the real.

Life. It is but a necessary game.
It must be played – the consequences are made.
People pretend to be cellophane

until the legend becomes a fact.
Omarosa has audiotapes and folks, that is that.

Whether it proves any leaders to be in the damnation of wrong, is yet to be heard in any direct frame,
I’m Qui
Good Monday morning to thee, avoid miscalculated pains. Live like a Vegas dealer; live cellophane.

Trying to walk back loose-conversation is confusions reign.

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DOPE.

In Communication, Griot, News on August 15, 2018 at 2:32 am

Redd-QuiBbday2018With caution to the wind, I am not on the ropes,
today is my birthday and y’all I’m feeling DOPE.

I woke up feeling mischevious, I woke up feeling strong.
I woke up with that song in my head by Nina Simone.

A few clouds are in the sky in my A-Z hood.
Dispo’s open early with a late close — and that’s good.

Money flows through the city and folks are feeling fine.
Me? I’m easy going, spirit free-flowing; my vibe is on sunshine.

This early morning o’ mine, I do love. Whatever will I sow?
I’m sitting upright by cellphone and candlelight
though bright is the room from my inner glow.
It feels like noon to me, yo. 😀

Hello baby. Are you awake? Let us raid the cereal cabinet and watch cartoons.
Let’s live like teens; create our own scenes 
or we can stay in bed ’til noon. Vroom! Vroom!

That’s definitely something a Leo would do.
Ooo.

Yes! It’s that kind of season and definitely that kind of day.
I’m about hard work and hard studies; I’m about letting go to play!

Wednesday is a great day to start the weekend; a great day to let go.
I’m game. Letting go is as key as my name. Good Lawd, playtime is DOPE.

Nope, I am not on the ropes. I’m awake quite early today.
I’ve got my iPad in place and my collegiate curriculum in my face;

learning is a lobe-time pleasure. I count it all as play.
In the frame of gamification, I am poised to start my day.

The sapiosexual Qui is beaming
when researching and clarifying meanings.

Good morning sweetie. It’s good to see you up. Let’s go.
I’m Qui
saying, Oui! Oui! Thanks for kicking it with me. I’m high on life
and that’s

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