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Saying Too Much often yields to A Setup

In Communication, Music, Networking, Self Improvement, Video on December 10, 2018 at 8:19 am

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A genius R.E.M. once said:

Oh, life is bigger
It’s bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up…”


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A wise Qui once said:

“Stop talking
and focus on your walking.

Things will never let up
if you’re constantly trying to “setup.”

Whatever crazy off-the-cuffs that you want to divvy — DON’T DO IT.
Your future is always in the building stages – please don’t screw it.

I suggest we zip our lips, raise our arms and waive mo.’
I suggest working on an unspoken vibe; taking notes from PEYO:


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Peyo says nothing at all and wordless compassion is the perfect ‘get up.’
I’m Qui
Good Morning to thee. From blah-conversation please do break free to avoid a future setup.”

MONDAYS Maybe — My Sure FIRE BABY

In Communication, Griot, News, Self Improvement on May 22, 2017 at 9:18 am


Ooo wee and yes lawd, things are getting a bit hot.
I’ve got it, he want’s it — not sure if I want to ‘get got.’

If loving you is WRITE I don’t want to be wrong.
I’m DNA to the southern pin up Carmen Jones.

Not quite Louisianan; I don’t read chicken bones.
I’m a hallelujah girl – Jesus is my ‘jones.

I pray. I walk a key & tailored line…
the view is good from the front – the view is good from behind

and good lawd — the deeds that do occupy my time
are good for me; my colorful sublime.

I can’t physically bottle it but I can type it out.
A literal Monday will be my lips pout.

MAC Gold. Lips sticking out but I’m not mad nor hurt,
This fire I’m fanning is quite the invoking flirt.
blonde-qui-pretty-feet-best.gifIt’s drawing me in and pulling up my skirt,
it’s roughing up my hair, but no — it doesn’t hurt.

It’s firm and it’s good…
you know that paper is made from wood.

Wood is a natural erection. Nature gives us that.
And now a forest is before me so with my ax – I’m up to bat.

The day is young however when it gets old,
I’m stacking enough wood to stave off future colds.

It’s pouring out of me, so today I will produce and concept bottle.
I’ve got my laptop, my coffee pot and I’m on CREATION THROTTLE

and it feels good.
I’m making wood.

It could get you hard…
Good lawd.

But I’m willing to bet
if you’re “about that skirt” – it’ll get you wet.

The skirt that I flaunt produces color and excites…
comparable to what you’d see on Brown Suga or that OWN Network of writes.

An insight of delights and the title list is long:
Intellectual, action-packed, and chemistry strong.

My creative mood is quite firm, so I’m going hard!
Happiness is about me, ooo wee and good lawd.

When crafting life imitating pieces many canvases may be used.
Sometimes I strike and start over, other times I blur and fuse.

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It all depends on the relatives of the situation at hand…
I’ll either seduce like Shondra Rhimes or execute like that Shakespeare man.

To let go and let it flow is my 24-hour plan. I am that lady.
I’m Qui
and Mondays Maybe is My Sure Fire Baby.

I’ll be thinking about you too.

It’s a New Day

In Communication, Griot, News, Self Improvement, Video on March 27, 2017 at 6:37 am

Yes! Yes! Good morning baby.
I’m that energetic UP EARLY lady.

I awoke at dusky and quiet 4am
when most were asleep and little (visual) mayhem.

Glad, I am, for this New Day,
a new griot spill, wit-willed informative say.

It’s Monday, it’s Monday and I’m back at it again.
I’ll shoot the landscape with my reel sharp friends.

I’ll edit a bit, with my eye-detailed tech crew
and on every free moment, I’ll check in with you.

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Me, You, Monday and the crew…

What have you got up for today?
The weekend has come and gone away.

It was fun. Did you go outside and play?
Monday is at the door with an opportunistic score,
Are you ready for another funday?

I’m up for it and I want it all.
Love is in the air and I want to take the fall.

I’ll take it to the back – like the NESTEA Plunge.
Mondays for me are fuel for “GIDDY!” I’m up to reap some!

The first thing I heard this morning inside of my monologue head space
was Pharrell’s voice from The Clipse video: “It’s a New Day!

I rose quickly and found the video to display!
Nothing could be more befitting for Monday.

Indeed, It’s a New Day and I’m so glad to be in it,
I’m Qui
Good morning fam, let me echo “Hot Damn!,” let’s go out and win it!

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.

Hump this…

In Communication, fitness, Griot, Self Improvement on August 31, 2016 at 6:37 am

good-head-hat-qui-aug7-2016This morning I woke up and I was happy about that.
I have a meeting at 10 that will equal a win and I am happy about that.

Lunch time will find me with a latte in hand, sitting on the patio where I now stand,
Mingling in good company with folks that I love; thanking my stars and my God up above.

I’m Humpin HAPPY over here – I’m so glad to be in good health.
I’llness sought me out, but my vitamin regimen helped keep me stealth.

I could use more physical activity in my life but there just aren’t enough hours in a day.
I walk about 30-minutes daily  then add on 30-minutes of elliptical play.

Hip! Hip! Hooray! I’m open to dancing and considering indoor hiking.
My mind is open and my body is hoping the opportunity will yield to its liking.

You see, I’m not an athlete, I’m a writer, a chic with a camera and tripod.
My nails may not be acrylic’d out nor is the gym etched in my bod. lol!

I’m a pretty active chic – I’m always on the go and hauling equipment with.
I usually show up to film the show, hi-5 and throw in a few cool quips.

I’m the chic enjoying her day for everything that it is and everything that it is not.
I’m Qui
Staying inside for most of the day, because ol’ Phoenix is pretty hot.

Regardless of the outside temps- I’m Humpin HAPPY over here!
I bid you good energy that you’ll need for that #WIN that’s near.

#LIVING

Data Matters TOO

In Communication, Griot, Networking, News, Video on July 13, 2016 at 2:52 am

blondieWhen I was little I did not know that I was “Black” until my big sister told me. The information was divulged when I was about 5 or 6 and I had a homework assignment to draw a picture of what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was in my bedroom that evening doing my darnedest to draw BLONDIE. My sister, (who is only 3 years older than me) took it upon herself to inform me that I was Black and could never be “Blondie.” — Today I look back on that day and I laugh my head off. I can’t believe I didn’t know that I was Black. Now that I think about it my parents never told me that I was Black. 😀 They did tell me that everyone was my brother and sister and that we looked different but were all the same. The words white and black – never came out of their mouths. I was raised Catholic and went to Catholic school, again – it never came up. I honestly didn’t know and when my sister delivered the news she did it with a smirk. What a jab. I didn’t know whether to be mad that I was Black or that she knew first and I didn’t. I wasn’t sure what “Black” meant, but I could tell it was something “smirky.” Later I would find out about my history and the struggles and about the dual law system and societal differences and about the not so distant social rejections (Whites Only dining, water fountains, etc).

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I’m the cutie in the white fur coat. Of course, darling. 😀

My parents are the coolest memory of the ’70’s – that I have. They were easy going, had suave house parties with hanging beads and the likes. We traveled a lot as a family beyond my fathers USAF assignments, we laughed a lot, lived in awesome communities and had fun. I loved those days! My parents told us that we could grow up to be anything we wanted to be because we were equal– of course. It felt like THANKS to all of the marching in the 60’s and the many, many lives lost — that America had taken a turn to end racial division and that equality and unity were in progress. I believed them. They gave me hope. Then I graduated from high school, then college, had kids and remained hopeful, still. My peers of all races seemed to be on the same page of unity as myself (+/-) – – or so I thought.

My children have now graduated from high school and are in college and not much has changed in the Civil Rights column. What happened? Did my peers raise racist kids while telling me they were color blind and loved my children like their own? I’d like to say, NO they did not!  But then there’s DATA. Unchanged Data…

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And with that, I don’t know what else to say.
The TURK has put it all on the plate today.

He rewound historical time to show you the views of yesterday.
He fast forwarded to today and the same kind of RACISM is in play.

What am I to think, what am I to do?
I can’t be Blondie, but can my life matter too?

I have a 3-year old g-daughter and she knows nothing about hate.
She’d take off in a sprint if I addressed her on topic: RACE.

But not before saying, “Get on your mark, get set, ready – GO!”
She’s a chip off the block of her athletic Uncle Joe.

She’s got great speed and agility traits,
but she has no idea she’s a target for hate because of her race.

She has no idea that it’s been this way for centuries.
AMERICA – stop saying RACISM doesn’t exist and prove that YOU SEE ME.

Prove that you care for civil rights and equal rights for all men,
by pressing play on the video and thinking things through again.

#DataMatters TOO

Meme & You: MESSAGE!

In fitness, News, Self Improvement, weightloss on June 8, 2016 at 12:04 am

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Good morning baby. What it do?
I want to spend the day talking about Meme & You.

I thought I’d open up with just a few
in GIF formation; an easy auto view.

And here I am – up early and duly working out.
Taking control of life is what it’s all about.

I don’t like to exercise as much as ‘a gym rat’ does
still I’m up every morning giving this elliptical machine love.

I just want to change my size, my frame, my look in the mirror.
As the dress size was on the rise, one thing became clearer:

take-control-life.jpgI was going to have to change.
I tried to talk myself out of it – I was insane.

Now that I’ve lost a few and understand weight manipulation
I’m off to winning the races in my food to calorie-burn relation.

I’m a member of MyFitnessPal and I wear a FitBit.
Look me up and let’s hook up if that’s your joint– your ‘ish.
I love this!

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And so sometimes I use Meme‘s to talk to myself.
I gravitate towards those that yield wisdom used to achieve wealth.

I stay away from silly messages, though I’m down to share a comedic laugh.
But no memes are more important than those that encourage you to get up off of your ass.

Yeah, go on and laugh and then take control of that area you lack,
I’m Qui
Working it out and Oui! You know I’ve got your back!

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Good Morning Monday

In Communication, Griot, Self Improvement on May 2, 2016 at 7:27 am

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☀️Good morning Monday. How well did you sleep?
It must have been GREAT! You slept a whole week.

☀️Good morning Monday what have you got up for me?
Besides being kind to others and loving unbiasedly?

Be good to yourself, this day belongs to you.
Open mind, open heart bid el solitary adieu.

The weekend has left you and you are now in mode: grind.
It’s a good look – you are no crook, you have a lawful behind.

You are the captain and today is your ship.
Pull a Dirk on this Monday and shoot from the hip.
Pay no mind to the naysayers lip.

Good living is key and Qui is my name
To not LIVE IT UP would be a “namesake” shame.

And ain’t nothing lame about an opportunistic day,
I’m Qui
Taking full advantage – I plan to win this Monday.

Oui! Oui! 
It’s truly a 7-day thing for me. 😌

Humpin HAPPY over here

In Communication, Griot, Self Improvement on March 16, 2016 at 8:52 am

q2-25th-bday-qui-44This morning I woke up and I was happy about that.
I had a meeting at 5am that equaled a win and I was happy about that.

Brunch time found me with a latte in hand, sitting on the patio where I now stand.
Mingling in good company with folks that I love. Thanking my stars and my God up above.

I’m Humpin HAPPY over here – I’m so glad to be in good health.
I’llness sought me out, but my vitamin regimen helped to keep me stealth.

I could use a little more physical activity in my life but there just aren’t enough hours in a day.
I’m seeking a route to successfully workout the burning of more cals into my beloved everyday.

Hip! Hip! Hooray! I’m open to dancing and considering going hiking.
My mind is open and my body is hoping the opportunity will yield to its liking.

You see, I’m not an athlete, I’m a writer, a chic with a camera and tripod.
My nails may not be acrylic’d out nor has the gym etched upon my bod. lol!

I’m a pretty active chic – I’m always on the go and hauling equipment with.
I usually show up to film the show, hi-5 and throw in a few cool quips.

I’m the chic enjoying her day for everything that it is and everything that it is not.
I’m Qui
and I’ll be outside for most of the day, because Phoenix is NOT yet hot.

It’s 70 degrees and beautiful – I’m Humpin HAPY over here!
I bid you good energy that you’re going to need for that #WIN that’s near.

JAMMING in the DARK

In Griot, Music, Networking, News, Self Improvement, Video on March 14, 2016 at 4:52 am

I don’t know what you’ve seen and heard,
but it’s 4:30am and I’m up jamming this! My word:

It’s nothing like waking up and feeling beautiful.
This throwback [looking] vid is purposeful and dutiful.

I found it on Facebook and to the poster – I did not block.
In fact I immediately shared the post of Shavina Peacock.

Her #FIT ways are progressive and ‘don’t stop.’
Then there’s this HOOK that my mind has on lock:

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The words! The words! They speak to me.
I think this is the theme hook of Qui.

When I further researched the video that caught my eye on Facebook,
I learned that this joint is tribute to The BLACK PANTHERS look.

I ain’t mad. In fact I’m glad that someone is heralding me pretty.
Diversity needs no rehearse and Division is a real pitty.

Oh well. If you choose to miss out by diss out —
My perfect lips won’t bend to pout.

I’m feeling A-OKAY as I jit up to go.
I’m digging on a dude with a cool afro.

He’s looking after me and I’ve got his back – YO!
It’s Monday morning, I’m done yawning and I’m good to go.

Black is Beautiful and this video inspires me to keep on singing!
I’m Qui
Take time to love, hug and kiss. RUN THE VIDEO AGAIN -it’s sweetening.

XO!!