Bible Verse: Proverb 31:30

Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.

Marinate.

10 Bits about the present life of DJ Diva

 

So I cut my hair off again….and it grew right back. Everything comes back doesn’t it? Even this blog.

Can’t stop, Won’t Stop.

1. I love being home in Harlem. It is unbelievable!

2. I been doing my thing over at The Mixtress. Have you seen the site? I’m sure u been downloading…

3. I am a social media addict. You can find me on Last. FM, Plurk, Twitter, Friendfeed, Soul Commune and various others..

4. I am still unemployed yet my husband Scribe scored a great position.

5. I am so happy about that!

6. I also believe that it is very fitting as he is the head of this family.

7. I ain’t worried about it (in case you were wondering).

8. I went home to my original church Kelly’s Temple and I was well received back into my church family.

9. My husband joined the church a week after. It made me very happy.

10. I’m looking for an apt in harlem that we can stay in for the next 8 years.

There you have it. Answers to all questions about how I’m doing or faring.

oh…the hair grew back already…. LOL

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Living Just Enough For The City

So I’m home. Well not in my own home. I’m staying with my in-laws…we are looking forward to getting a place in Harlem…now that’s home!

Our twins are in Memphis with my Mom . Yup, I’m the chick who gets summers off! LOL The girls deserved it though, they made the honor roll, received citizenship awards (even the older one who was suspended for acting on her moral sense of right. My baby is so funny LOL). They also received PE awards, the girls are 9 and already 5 feet tall, so their basketball skills are pretty good. Coming back to NY was also for them…if not the primary reason. Everybody has been contacting me about time with the girls. So far Mom has them until the middle of June, my aunt T (my father’s sister) will be taking them to DR for a few weeks and I can’t even count the aunts and cousins who are clamoring for a weekend. My twins are popular in the family because of their positive attitudes and great manners. There’s nothing my girls love more than to spend time with family. They learn so much about our family history and I love the stories. Being back in NY affords them experience that I had…to grow up with blood all around me. My twins are so well rounded and well traveled. Neither I nor they regret moving south for a while. They got to spend significant time with my family in Memphis. In Atlanta, they didn’t spend as much time with their father as they would have liked. But it also gave all of us time to grow closer as a family. They were overjoyed by the idea of moving back to NYC and I love giving my children what they want so it will be fine. I say all of this to answer any questions about the impact of so many moves on my children. I made them, I know them and we have a greater communication than many would even dream. Considering the type of people they are: optimistic, driven and compassionate? I know I have done my best work with them. Look for them in a few years…

When we were driving over the GW bridge… I experienced a moment of sadness. Thoughts of failure and dashed dreams floated through my head and grabbed with sharp hooks onto my heart, which made me momentarily breathless. My husband looked at me as he tried to navigate in overwhelming traffic at 12 noon and he simply said: “We’re always home as long as we are together”. Instantly my heart lifted. What was it I was really looking for in the South? Did I find it?  The time me and Scribe spent together in the South brought us so much closer. When I think about the love we have for each other… it takes my breath away. Devotion? You really have no idea. All those who doubted him in the beginning? Look at us now. Look at him now. Look at how much we have loved all this time despite it all. Instead of trying to threaten or bad-mouth him, you should have been asking where you could find one just like him. We have already started planning our summer in the city. Trips to the Village, sets at the Blue Note and SOB’s. I wanna head over to the Met for their superhero costume display. So much to do….It will be fun to do all this dating with my husband without the children<smile>.

I know NY. I know how the people here get down. I have run into quite a few shady characters in both Memphis and Atlanta. I also made some friends. Lost a few. It has been a very interesting two years.  

I’m looking forward to next weekend. Getting a complete makeover curtesy of the husband. Scribe. A work of art by Monet of 125th Street. Then I am going to the photo studio to get promo shots done. A couple of industry parties next on the horizon.  Enrolling back at City College with my favorite professors to work on my English Lit Masters. Me thinks the rest of ‘08 is gonna be awesome. 

Scribe Takeover #12:Mi Cinco De Amor de Mayonesa

One of our first pictures together taken 6/06 in Orlando, FL

My husband Scribe…the blog jumper LOL…has a new blog: The Harlem Experiment. I hope he keeps this one…

It has been very, very long since I did a Scribe Takeover. Not because he hasn’t written but I wanted to let him enjoy his privacy. BUT…I love the way he writes about our love. It is a constant reminder that, although there are folks out there right now, rolling their eyes and sucking their teeth, either at me or at this love, they can’t escape the fact that this love is real and I still hold my head up high!

Our Second Anniversary of the day we first met, Cinco De Mayo was yesterday. I have a mixtape on DJ Diva entitled “How Much I Love My Man” and below was Scribe’s piece on his blog.

Mi Cinco De Amor de Mayonesa

I’ve told this story before in a different way, but May 5th is my unofficial anniversary and my love story is a story worth retelling over and over and over…..

“Hey this is Scribe“
“Heeeeeeey.”
“I’m um, not sure what you’re doing tonight, but if you’re free..”
“Actually I’m going out tonight.” (I knew it was a date)
“Well, I’ll be up if you want to give me a call later okay.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Have a good time.” (Diva edit: He talked to me for about 45 mins LOL)

That night, I got a call. It had been about a week since we first started speaking. The first time I heard her voice, I felt like we were kindred spirits. She greeted me as if we had known each other for years. Her voice was smoky, sultry, and assuring. In every sentence I could hear, “I will not hurt you.” It was perhaps the most safe I had ever felt with a woman and we hadn’t even met. She had sent me pictures, and lord have mercy, I kept those pictures with me every where I went. No, literally, in the kitchen, the bathroom, to my boy’s house, to work, errrrwhere! She was goregeous. But you know the Internet, folks send you pictures looking like a swan and really…well…you know.

“Hey, I’m on my way home, the person I went out with was an asshole you want to meet up?”
“Um Yeah. I know a place nearby we can go. You know how to get here?”

After dropping my drink celebrating my luck I realized…I was broke as hell. I had a total of 34 dollars to my name. Then I remembered the little Spanish bar on Bainbridge Avenue. It was cool, it was nearby, and furthermore, it was affordable. WHen she got there, I got in the car, and my first thought was (and this is the truth) “I’m going to marry this woman.” The picture she sent had not done her justice. She was in person, an enchanting flame. However the look on her face as she turned to me was of utter disgust. I thought, oh my god, this woman thinks: A. Here comes another asshole. B. Damn he’s ugly! In fact, she was still smarting from her evening and I knew had to do something to make her forget the Chia Pet (Yeah, i saw a pic of dude…Jesus saves, that’s all I’m gonna say.)

When we arrived at the bar, the patrons were celebrating Cinco de Mayo and singing spanish karaoke songs. After about an hour of conversation, drinks, and laughter I knew she was the woman I needed in my life. In a span of a short date, she had peeled back all of my layers, exposed me, and made me feel good about it. In a span of a short date, I was reminded of my own power and worth. It is a rare thing indeed to be embraced in such a way and it actually be real. Its the kinda thing men sing on rooftops about (I sang in the shower). I wanted her to sing on stage that night, but would have to wait for another Karaoke night (I wrote a post about it but Blogger ate it.). I guess I wanted her to sing, because she just looked like she belonged there. You ever meet somebody and they feel like a celebrity? I still feel this way about her. That night I felt like I was with a star, and I wanted her to shine. Its a feeling that hasn’t faded with time. Each day, I want Diva to shine brighter and brighter. She’s the type of woman to me that shouldn’t be bogged down or caged up. A spirit so strong and so bright should be shared and allowed to supernova. We ended up leaving the bar and sitting in the car until dawn talking. Yes, I asked her up, but like a true lady she declined. She missed out too, cause a brother was JUST GOT OUT OF JAIL ready for some.

If there is a wish I have for my love is that she never forgets what her life has meant to mine. I hope she knows, that yes, I am dependent on her love and spirit. I need both to be as bright and strong. I hope she knows that because of her I feel a greater purpose. I hope she knows how grateful I am that a woman of such style, class, dignity and grace gave a poor schlep like me a chance.

I have no gift for her this anniversary, nor do I expect one. My official anniversary isn’t until July. This is just a day when two people, who met on MySpace, hooked up and created and created a love that will never, ever die.

Our Wedding Day, 07/29/07

 

I Remember

I remember living alone
and what it felt like

Free to step in and out at my choosing
Responsibility to none but the cat
Total control over my life
and the remote

I remember eating alone
and what it felt like

Power over choices
A sandwich or a full course meal
whose leftovers would undoubtley
end up in the garbage

I remember being alone
and what it felt like

Long frustrated nights
of prayers and exclaimations
Crammmed full days to take
my mind off my solitary status

I remember
Memories only fade

Just a quick poem. DJ