Happy Monday

Wishing you a productive and prosperous week.   Positive Vibes Only, continue to push forward, and through. Remember, not every comment deserves a response; watch your words for they become actions, keep them because your precious words will be needed at a specific time.  Be happy, and spread happiness. Be kind.  Don't let the insecurities and judgement of/from others hinder you from being you. Be amazing.  Be great. You can do it.

My Tuesday Tune

Hey Peeps, it’s Queen She known as me here and I’m talking today about…you guessed it, my Tuesday tune, or as I often call it, my private noise!

 The tune I’m listening to as I type this post is by The Lijadu Siters and it’s called Come on Home.  

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“Come on Home” is a summery piece of art, the sonic equivalent of a flowery sun dress, and a timeless testament to the internationally ubiquitous feeling of joy."-Vibes 

I started listening to Nigerian music four years ago and at the same time introducing my oldest granddaughter to it.  Turns out it would later benefit her because several of her closest friends are Nigerian, and she's able to enjoy their music with them and they can enjoy hers with her.

Anyways, I started out listening to Wizkid, Davido, Tiwa Savage and Emma Nyra who are all present-day singers, songwriters and performers, but The Lijadu Sisters are identical twin sisters’ who in the 1960’s and 70’s intertwined funk, afro-beat, and soul into their music.  They were known for incorporating their Nigerian roots; like in the song Come on Home the lyrics are both in English and their native Yoruba.  Another example is the song starts off with the sound of West African talking drums, and then you hear a bass guitar.

So take a listen to my Tuesday Tune, let me know if you dig it! Peace.

Dear Brother

Dear Brother.  I was supposed to do and publish this post a week ago on your birthday, but, I didn't want to write about you, I wanted to reminisce about the time when you were here with us.  Selfish I know.  Sometimes I can't believe that you're not here; your spirit has soared away, and the shell of a body that housed it has been properly laid to rest.  I understand it all, I just can't get my heart to sink.

To be absent from us means you're present with Him.  I know you're looking down on us all.  I have your picture on my wall at work.  I glance over and see you with that huge grin and hairy chin, I tear up.  I know you're in a better place, and it hurt me to see you in so much pain.  It's just hard to believe sometimes that in this whole gigantic world with all these people in it, not one of their faces belong to you.  I guess that's called grief. I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready.

Your other siblings miss you tremendously.  They carry on with their lives the best way they know how.  They are living; but i'm sure sometimes they have to stop and catch their breaths, especially when it hits them, you're not here.  I'm sure we all have our own little emotional ride on the roller coaster, then we jump off when we need to in order to carry on and move forward.

Just so you know, you were the coolest, kiddo.  The sweetest person I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.  It was truly an honor to be one of your sisters. Top notch special.  

Missing and loving you always Jason H. Parker. I'll see ya later.