Went to church early this morning, Potter's House. Hmmn. I'm still thinking about that one.
Dr. Maya Angelou is speaking here in a couple of weeks. I need to get a ticket, i am a great follower of her work. Her lyrical creations are just so beautiful.
My radio show starts tomorrow. By myself. That should be fun right? I dunno, the whole accent thing may trip me up but it's a necessary evil. I wish i would have gone with the American one during the rehearsal. Crap. But everyone loved it to death so i suppose i'll stick to it. It is the African in me trying to break free from this pseudo-American shell. And there is not a hint of American in me, i haven't even lived here for very long. It's the one thing i am most insecure about, my American accent. It doesn't fit and i try to hide it but it's been with me since i learned English. I hate that my true identity is hidden behind it and my need to be original and identify with who i really am just confuses things. But i'm locked in for the radio show. It's only an hour to start off so we'll see after tomorrow yeah?
Had a great night. Roommate was out at the library (still is) and i put on some soft lights and songs i used to be wild about during my teen years, mostly Keith Sweat, 702, Aaaliyah type music. It was fun reminiscing, Futch suggested spending more time with myself doing things that make me happy so i know what i want from a man and so i am not constantly stuck on some man. Good advice, but you can't expect less from Futch. She truly is a woman of the world. A pearl of wisdom because she doesn't know everything, but she knows what she knows well. Or is getting there and allowing me to tag along.
I'm listening to Destiny Child's Brown Eyes right now. Gorgeous.
1 comment:
By Potter's House...are you referring to the church pastored by one Rev. T.D. Jakes? If so, I love that man. I listen to his sermons often.
If not, ignore this in its entireity.
:)
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