Word 13: Television

(Excuse my lateness…ugh)

Television…

I thought of those old TV’s from back in the day that were more furniture than TV. Heavy wood, the speakers often having a gold screening w/embellishments.

You knew your family was the SHIT if they had ¬†the biggest one with the good wood, where the stereo sat up top…or eventually, the cable box, Beta/VHS player, etc.

I knew some homes that refused to get rid of “history” or “antiques” so they ended up with the new TV on top of the floor TV and the VHS on top of both TV’s…

Anyway…

I’m watching TV…talk to y’all later.

The Thirteenth Day…

l to r: Tony, his daughter Amber, my mom in the white, Grandma, Daquan and Auntie

…a Christmas Day memory

I could go back in time, but I’d much rather love on the Christmas of 2012. I had one of the best Christmases ever since childhood this past December.

Firstly, It was one of the few Christmases I actually was excited for. I don’t know why. I normally shrug at holidays. Definitely not a fan of commercial days based on religious/historical inaccuracy or ritual. Anyway…I normally let my mom do her thing, go see our family and not care if I’m riding shotgun or not. This time was different.

For one, my Auntie (in the purple) would be visiting and staying a week with us. She’d moved down to NC in September. Also, my cousin Tisha and her family would be up from SC.

Daquan, Amber, Tisha and her husband, Tony

I was also able to give my godson Syre a cool Christmas. I got him a Transformer (Bumblebee, my favorite as well as his) and he loved it. I had fun playing Santa to my sister’s “stepson” and my niece (Joy’s daughter) Chloe. Joy and I also “put in” and gave my mom a Kindle Fire.

We went to Mt. Vernon and visited my grandmother ON Christmas AND the day after. The day after, because that’s when my uncle and his family usually come through.

Uncle Kenny
His wife (center) and his baby girl Megan (with the silly face) and Kaitlyn

We had a ball. We ate, laughed, chilled. I saw my father (he has those pics) and I could say that it was the first time since my grandmother passed that I was in her home without her there for the holidays. It was weird to see his girlfriend at the stove preparing food…like my grandmother did. Chile, don’t get me started. LOL

We also had a great Thanksgiving. We went down to Mt. Vernon and us cousins cut up. I have to share this pic, because it’s the four of us that grew up in the same house for so many years. So much so…we’re not cousins anymore. We’re brothers and sisters. Seeing these folks made my year!

My sister and I flanked by our “brothers”…Arthur (BOOBIE) on your left and Damyan on your right

It was a marvelous holiday and I’ll cherish it forever.

13~ Agape Love

Kween of Love ūüôā

Do you believe in unconditional love?

Yes…

Agape love…*notice how it’s the same word that means “open”*

a·ga·pe

2¬†‚Äā[ah-gah-pey,¬†ah-guh-pey,¬†aguh]

‚Äďnoun,¬†plural¬†-pae[-pahy,¬†-pahy,¬†-pee]¬†,¬†-pai¬†[-pahy,¬†-pahy]for¬†3.

1.

the love of god or Christ for humankind.
2.

the love of Christians for other persons, corresponding to the love of God for humankind.
3.

unselfish love of one person for another without sexual implications; brotherly love.

so yea, I do.

Conditions are limitations. Once you start saying, “I love you, but…” or “I love them because…” you’re set up for failure. Folks used to ask me why I loved my ex. “What IS it about him, Kali?” I was asked on more than one occasion…and though I COULD have (and have) chosen a few reasons…the truth was, “I just do…”

No reason. No motive. No excuses. Sometimes you love someone just because. I love my friends and family. I love strangers in the street. I met an old lady in Dunkin Donuts today…and out of nowhere she and I began clicking. This little old, short white lady with tight gray curls…was so adorable to me. Perhaps the spirit of my grandma. Either way…I claimed her. She said she had grandkids my age (because I said I was OLD, LOL). I said as I patted her on the back, “I could use another grandma!” Well, she reached up and kissed my cheek and hugged me (which I believe I sorely needed). I was too giddy. Did it matter that she was a stranger? WHITE? …nope. I hearted her for that moment and I will have impressions of unconditional love on my heart from that moment in time…clearly, a sign of care from my angel…my grandma.

It’s hard to love at times when you yourself are in need of some loving care. You want people to reach out to you and behold you with all of the strength and fervor…all of the boundless intent…that you attempt to love others…but, then…that would be conditional. Loving in the HOPES that someone might love you back. I’d say it was a thankless job…but, then I’d be forgetting that God is VERY grateful that His Kali (child closest to God in Egyptian)…is reppin’ him like a G!

At times…I have to put down my armor and shield. My sword and fight. I am SO fiercely protective of people I love that I often forget that they have been given the same thing that I was given…volition. They will tumble and fall as I have…and with the help of people who love them such as myself, will get back up again. Sometimes, you have to put worldly limits on a universal¬†indefinableness…just to survive. Not that you’d be placing condition on YOUR love…just a limit to how far you’re willing to go to prove you love someone.

I’ve loved and still love every person who meant a thing to me…

“In distance, love exists…arms stretched past lines of unseen defense. In distance, love exists…powers engaged past forces of human frailty. In distance, love exists…in my prayers for you, even when I have nothing to gain but the feeling that I love you…in distance…with no condition”

~Thee Kween

Dia Trece~ A Band/Artist Who Has…



…gotten me through some TOUGH ass days.


See, this is where this challenge falls away. I seriously cannot think of A band or AN artist. So…here it goes…

Dear Music,

I have loved you for so long. I have early life memories of myself doing a wiggle to a pamper commercial…to falling asleep during my high school years, to Kiss FM. You sent me so many wonderful artists who made me cry when I wanted to remember, dance when I wanted to forget and reflect when I was alone.

You sent me the Emotions, ¬†Cheryl Lynn, Chaka Khan & Rufus, The Spinners, The Whispers, The Four Tops and the Temptations…You sent me the Motown Sound and the Disco Days. The 80’s and 90’s and then I discovered the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. Through the 70’s…you sent me Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye, The Commodores, LTD, Confunkshun, The Gap Band and more.

Growing up…I loved Madonna, Kool & The Gang, A-ha, Elton John, Genesis, Earth, Wind & Fire, Phyllis Hyman, Shalamar, George Michael and my king of pop and prince of sex…Michael Jackson & Prince.

I zoned out on the 90’s mixing and mingling my R&B with Hip Hop…and there I fell for R. Kelly, Nas, Jay-Z, Biggie, Faith Evans, No Doubt, Mary J. Blige, Erykah Badu, Tribe Called Quest, LL Cool J, Jodeci, Envogue, Boyz II Men and our triad of babygirls…Monica, Aaliyah & Brandy.

Lately, I’ve swayed to Jazmine Sullivan, Melanie Fiona, Jill Scott, Chrisette Michelle, Beyonce, Eric Roberson, Fantasia, Jennifer Hudson, Usher, John Legend, Rihanna, Alicia Keys…MAN.

I’ve missed SO many…soooo many that have laid me down with their lyrics. Cheered me up with their cymbal and given me breath with their bass. I can name as many as you can contain within your broad definition of music…but, I’ll NEVER…EVER…be able to scale it down to just one artist or band.

To do that, is to take away from a rhythm that I’ve perfected with hums and finger taps over the years and I won’t. I’m mad now…just KNOWING their are jazz artists and gospel artists and pop and reggae and classical pieces that have lulled me into relaxation and meditation, and I’ve neglected to name them in the haste of writing this post.

I love YOU music…and all that means.

Loving You…
while playing you on repeat…

Kali bka ~Kween~