How We Met Her eyes. Her nose. Her smile. When she parts her lips, her smile sheds light on all that is right in the world. I could obsess over her looks all day, but there is so much more to this queen. If you don’t fall in love with her face, you will fall in love with her heart. Kamelah Muhammad is a treasure. We met on the campus of Florida A&M University (FAMU). I was in line for an event, but I didn’t have the money for my ticket. Kamelah overheard my plight and handed
How We Met Unable to complete a sentence without unleashing a flood of tears, I whispered in her ear, “I need you.’ She got up right away and followed me to the bathroom. While I stood quietly in a dark corner, she surveyed the bathroom to make sure there were no foreign ears. As she walked over to me, I collapsed in her arms. I was sobbing on her shoulder when someone walked into the bathroom. I felt their stare, but we never moved. “She’s OK,” she told the intruder. My uncl
How We Met In the creepiest tweet ever, I launched a bat signal in search of Dr. Syleecia Thompson. “I heard @syleecia is in Tampa today. Let me find her so I can shake her hand.” To ensure that the message was especially disturbing, I married my words with a gif of Kim Kardashian peeking behind a bush. I knew it was weird when I sent it, yet she replied. What inspires me the most about Syleecia is her drive and her heart. I was first introduced to her on TVOne’s R&B Divas. S
How We Met Sobbing, crying and shaking, I cautiously pulled my car into a vacant lot and dialed Benét Wilson. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “I can’t do this anymore… Things aren’t going well. I’m miserable.” I pictured her with her keys in her hand ready to drive to Florida from Maryland to rescue me. Instead, she gave me advice to prepare me for my biggest fear. She told me to document everything, send her my resume and, mostly importantly, “keep doing what you’re doing.” “Ther
How We Met Melissa Mitchell carefully colors my timeline with her spirit. Perfectly layered between @frobabies, @balleralert and @notkarltonbanks are deliberate strokes of heart and humor. Melissa is one of God's greatest works of art. My four years at Florida A&M University were narrated by Melissa. I was first introduced to this dope queen through the stories she shared with her sister, Monique Mitchell. Apparently, queening runs in the family. Mo adores her big sister, and
How We Met With bowed heads and closed eyes, she took my hands in hers. We'd turned the edit bay into our prayer closet. When it’s 8:00 a.m. and you already know that everyone who can will absolutely try your patience today, you need a secret weapon. Rashan Ali was my prayer warrior when I needed one the most. I had just started a new project and time was winding down. All eyes were on me. The clock was ticking. I had to show up and show out, but my body was tired and my spir
How We Met Shari’ Nycole Welton is not even my friend. I borrowed her from the dozens of friends we share, and I don’t plan on giving her back. She’s the scarf, the shoes and the bag that you swiped from your best friend five years ago because you thought they looked better on you. Shari’ Nycole is a gift. We met last year at a dear friend’s birthday party. She was the old friend and I was the new friend. I had been anticipating the moment we met since I first heard her name.
How We Met I tried to scrolling through our friendship on Facebook to pin point the moment I stopped hating Gloria Mason, but this is what I found: "I LOVE YOU, GLOria! Don't be mad at me, please. You're my ice cream martini! You're my credit card at Ross! You're my net check... I can't live without you.... :,(" -- circa 2009 For 20 minutes, I scrolled through 10 years of "I love yous," "I miss yous" and "I'm proud of yous." I scrolled and I laughed. I laughed and I scrolled.
How We Met Roaming the aisles of the campus career fair, a familiar face caught my eye. She was the high-energy recruiter from Nielsen collecting resumes and taking names. I didn’t even want a job. I just wanted her name. Lauren Grant graduated from Florida A&M University’s School of Business and Industry when I was only a freshman. I don’t remember us ever having a conversation, but I never forgot the way she made me feel in her presence. Lauren has a regal countenance, and
How We Met When I first met Monique Mitchell, it was anything but love at first sight. I caught myself sizing her up. I thought that we may have to fight one day. It was freshman orientation week at Florida A&M University and I was intimidated. I later learned that she was not my competition, but my sister. We were in this life together and called to look out for each other. For too long, I had been conditioned to think that other Black women were a threat. Before I knew it,