Hip Hop

Let’s Do It Again

It’s 2 AM on a Friday night. The subway is filled with all types of after midnight marauders, as usual. While I’m sure that I look like the perfect bait for the potential rapist lurking, none of that matters right now. The joy and excitement I experienced with the other writers and  how happy my editors were for VIBE’s 20th Anniversary party was worth it. It was insane  for me not to think that the pages I use to highlight, bookmark and plaster on my walls would be one of the many jobs I have today.

New Rules

New Rules

I’ve always loved VIBE. Since I was kid it was one of my favorite magazines. It told the story of Hip Hop’s Golden Age, prolonged/investigated (debatable of course) the battle of East v. West Coast music, and followed the careers of the biggest names in Hip Hop today. I’ve always viewed Vibe as the journal of Hip Hop. It covered the high moments, the many lows, and where it’s heading today. While music will always reflect the many aspects of it’s historical past, we’re finally taking keen to the new artists who have found the perfect balance of homage and creating new sounds. (Insert your favorite artist here) It feels good to know that I can finally create some entries of my own.


Two hours later I’m finally home, well not in my house but off the train. As I walk down the middle of the street (heels in hand) my flats are hugging my toes while I speed walk down the dark road. It’s late but I’m happy. I take risks everyday and this was nothing compared to the journey that had lead me to this point.

Cheers to print and the legacy that is Vibe. Let’s see what happens ten or 20 more years from now!

The Newbies

The Newbies


#AprilWritingChallenge (Days 1-7)

As Kanye West’ “Late” plays 


So my homie Stacy suggested that I should join the #AprilWritingChallenge. Of course I would be the one to start super late, so here’s the first week in one conveniently informative post. Enjoy!

Day 7

The most annoying celebrity is…

The most annoying celebrity is the one who doesn’t deserve of the title. I can’t be annoyed by someone I don’t genuinely know. I can be aware of the many talents artists and actors may hold but if you want to be famous for fame then that’s plain ridiculous. What do you bring to the table? Even Kim Kardashian changed her image and had people talking about her fashion and family before they remembered images of her taking backshots from this dude.

Celebrity is a title many don’t want. Isn’t that kind of annoying in itself? We want to know these people so bad we invade their space, we dissect every sip of wine, tweet, song, movie choice, endorsement and we get mad when they’re all over magazines? Make up your mind America. 


Day 6 

At 40, I want…

At 40 I want my tween kids jam out to the oldies. You know, Miguel, Frank Ocean, Usher, Michael Jackson, and ZZ Hill. I’ll be making dinner after a long day at the office. I’m always on my feet, but I love my work and my family. My husband will try to help in the kitchen and I’ll watch him as he puts too much butter on the broccoli. I’ll laugh and remove it as he walks away. Sundays are our big family dinner feasts with my sisters and their children. We’ll all catch up as we watch the little versions of ourselves dance around, fall in and out of love, and find what they’re good at. It will take a while, but so does parenting. I’ll pass by my home office and not worry about deadlines and business trips because I’ll be at peace. As I twirl my very short curls  around my fingers, I notice that I have everything I’ve ever wanted. I’ll grin while everyone rushes me to serve dinner. They’re hungry and I’m the only one who knows how to work the compact oven. 40 is the new 40 and it feels great. 


Day 5

If I won a billion dollars…

If I won a billion dollars, this is what I will do:

I wouldn’t retrieve it all, because I would pick the monthly/yearly checks. I want to be able to work and appreciate the money I get. I would pay my student loans while eating a 50.00 apple. I would give to my family, but they will not milk me. I would donate to those who can’t help themselves. I would buy Lupe Fiasco’s royalties just to give them to him (I want to hear what the REAL Lasers sounds like gosh darnit!) I would pay someone teach me different languages so I can travel the world. I would buy a house for my children, but they will know what hard work is. I would buy Def Jam and make it hot like it was so many years ago. I would do so much, but I when I leave mother earth, I would make sure whatever money is left will go to the greater good.


Day 4

In a perfect world…

In a perfect world, everyone has a theme song. It plays as they prepare for the day and walk down the street. They are essentially happy and unique. Everyone is thoughtful and mindful of the next man. We’re all understanding of our differences and manage to share our gum. We’re knowledgeable, but not ‘know-it-all’s.’ We’re passionate, but not violent. We respect each other, but aren’t disappointed when we change. In a perfect world, we don’t belittle each other, we build each other up. Our theme songs are all different but Pharrell , Timbaland, 9th Wonder created them in their supergroup. I think that’s why everyone is so damn happy. It’s cool though because in this perfect world there are imperfect notions that help it go round. 


Day 3

Dear future wife/husband… 

Dear future husband- How you livin? While you’re off on your journey, I want to let you know that you are far from my brain. Okay, that didn’t come out right. *Gently grabs your hands* I’m living out my dreams and figuring out who I am. Cliché right? Let me explain. I can’t look forward to meeting you when I’m learning little tidbits about myself. I hope the ladies you’ve dated don’t jade you or change you from being you. In my 23 years of living on planet Earth, I’ve been committed to other human(s) since I was 15. These boys/men have taught me about what I like and what I don’t want, how to care for a man, but ignore a boy. But they couldn’t help me be me. Understand that I’m doing that today, (the biggest delay other than Community coming back…wait you watched that show too? #sixseasonsandamovie) and I hope you’re doing the same. I know I want to be the best version of myself for you because when I walk down that aisle, I’m yours for good. Hope you’re ready for me good lookin.


Day 2 

I fear…

I fear the person I will become in 10 years. Why? Because she will be stronger, wiser, and dedicated to whatever she puts her mind to. What’s scary about that you ask? I’m a pretty tough cookie in my 20’s. I often get mistaken for someone older because of my maturity and my journey in life thus far. I’ve learned from time to time you have to give yourself props when no one else does. I make sure to do this when necessary. I know the woman I’ll become will see the person I am today and laugh at the situations I put myself in and the shenanigans I’ll ensue as I fight for what’s rightfully mine. The anxiety I feel about this person is beyond thought and words. I know when I do meet her, that fear will disappear. 


Day 1 

I contradict myself when…

I contradict myself when I forgive. When you forgive someone, you give them a free pass to do whatever they want. Believe it or not, they’ve studied you through the years; they know what makes you mad, confused, bitter and most importantly what makes you happy. The contradiction lies where the mistakes start to happen again. You tell yourself that you wouldn’t let certain scenarios happen to you-until they happen. I never imagined that being a nice person can have such a backlash the way it does, but you live and you learn. I’ve learned that I can only forgive one person, myself. If I stub my toe, I can say “Be careful next time girfrann,” or if I take on too much work, I can’t be upset when it doesn’t get done. I can only forgive and move on, but then again I contradict myself once again when I do that.