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I Need This Time!

Ms.Zindzi — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 12:33:48 +0000

Hey MsZindzi.com’ers,

As I have said before I am on the last stretch of my Undergrad degree, which means ASSIGNMENTS ASSIGNMENTS ASSIGNMENTS! I will need all the time I can get to complete minor assignments and time to complete the biggest assignment of my 3 years degree. Im talking about the assignment that will make or break me.

So between now, March 1st, to April 21st I have 52 days to get 5,000 perfect words typed up and I am going to take time off from my blog and other social networks from now till the due date.

I am aiming to have it done in A* shape.

I know I can do it. Pen to Paper, Fingers to Keyboard – I will be GREAT!

I will blog when and only when I have completed it all. I’ll miss blogging but, its all for the best.

Happy March everybody!

*sugars*

Tyler Perry’s NAACP Acceptance Speech

Ms.Zindzi — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 17:57:20 +0000

Inspirational! Genuine!

I was touched by his speech because I could feel the strength and honesty radiating from him. I found it very motivating and inspiring, especially when he started talking about how he wanted to use his talent:

I wanted to use my gift, to not only to make us laugh but to make us think. I wanted to use film to not only entertain but to let us know that we don’t have to wait for somebody to green light our projects, we can create our own interceptions. I wanted to use my television show to not only make us laugh but to show us we don’t just have to act in the sitcom, we can own the show and the network. I wanted to use giving and philanthropy to show us that we don’t have to be at the end of the line waiting for a hand out, we can be at the front giving the hand up. And I wanted to own a studio to show us, we don’t have to wait for somebody to give us 40 acres and a mule, we can buy our own.

So I am grateful and I wanted to use my childhood to let everybody know that you can be born into a nightmare but God can usher you into a dream.

OFFICIAL VIDEO: Monica – Everything To Me

Ms.Zindzi — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 13:49:15 +0000

I like this song, but I’m not sure if its the best song for a first single! But kudos to Monica, the game needed her back! Loves me some of her soul voice.

For The Love Of Shoes! – Kelly Rowland

Ms.Zindzi — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 21:43:08 +0000

Happy Birthday Kelly!

Would you wear these? I know I would!

For The Love Of Shoes! – Naomi Campbell

Ms.Zindzi — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 15:30:25 +0000

Now here’s a chick I never thought I’d feature on my blog but….

: Naomi @ her Relief Haiti Fashion Show wearing heels from Alexander McQueen’s Spring 2010 RTW collection.

Those Alexander McQueen (R.I.P) shoes she’s wearing are just…HOT!

You likey?

The Strong Black Woman is Dead

Ms.Zindzi — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 14:13:57 +0000

Original poem by Laini Mataka….

The Strong Black Woman is Dead

On August 15, 1999, at 11:55 p.m.,

while struggling with the reality

of being a human instead of a myth,

the strong black woman passed away.

Medical sources say she died of natural causes,

but those who knew her know she died

from being silent when she should have been screaming,

milling when she should have been raging,

from being sick and not wanting anyone to know

because her pain might inconvenience them.

She died from an overdose

of other people clinging to her

when she didn’t even have energy for herself.

She died from loving men who didn’t love themselves

and could only offer her a crippled reflection.

She died from raising children alone

and for not being able to do a complete job.

She died from the lies her grandmother

told her mother and her mother told her

about life, men & racism.

She died from being sexually abused as a child

and having to take that truth

everywhere she went every day of her life,

exchanging the humiliation for guilt and back again.

She died from being battered

by someone who claimed to love her

and she allowed the battering to go on

to show she loved him too.

She died from asphyxiation,

coughing up blood from secrets

she kept trying to burn away

instead of allowing herself

the kind of nervous breakdown she was entitled to,

but only white girls could afford.

She died from being responsible,

because she was the last rung on the ladder

and there was no one under her she could dump on.

The strong black woman is dead.

She died from the multiple births

of children she never really wanted

but was forced to have

by the strangling morality of those around her.

She died from being a mother at 15

and a grandmother at 30 and an ancestor at 45.

She died from being dragged down

and sat upon by UN-evolved women posing as sisters.

She died from pretending

the life she was living

was a Kodak moment instead of a 20th century,

post-slavery nightmare!

She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful,

just to have a man and the house.

She died from lack of orgasms

because she never learned

what made her body happy

and no one took the time to teach her

and sometimes, when she found arms

that were tender, she died

because they belonged to the same gender.

She died from sacrificing herself

for everybody and everything

when what she really wanted to do

was be a singer, a dancer, or some magnificent other.

She died from lies of omission

because she didn’t want

to bring the black man down.

She died from race memories

of being snatched and raped

and snatched and sold and snatched

and bred and snatched and

whipped and snatched and worked to death.

She died from tributes

from her counterparts

who should have been matching

her efforts instead of

showering her with

dead words and empty songs.

She died from myths

that would not allow her

to show weakness without

being chastised by the lazy and hazy.

She died from hiding her real feelings

until they became hard

and bitter enough to invade

her womb and breasts like angry tumors.

She died from always lifting something

from heavy boxes to refrigerators.

The strong black woman is dead.

She died from the punishments

received from being honest

about life, racism & men.

She died from being called a bitch

for being verbal,

a dyke for being assertive

and a whore for picking her own lovers.

She died from never being enough

of what men wanted,

or being too much for the men she wanted.

She died from being too black

and died again for not being black enough.

She died from castration

every time somebody thought

of her as only a woman,

or treated her like less than a man.

She died from being misinformed

about her mind, her body

and the extent of her royal capabilities.

She died from knees pressed too close together

because respect was never part

of the foreplay that was being shoved at her.

She died from loneliness in birthing rooms

and aloneness in abortion centers.

She died of shock in courtrooms

where she sat, alone,

watching her children being legally lynched.

She died in bathrooms

with her veins busting open

with self-hatred and neglect.

She died in her mind,

fighting life racism, & men,

while her body was carted away

and stashed in a human warehouse

for the spiritually mutilated.

And sometimes when she refused to die,

when she just refused to give in

she was killed by the lethal images

of blonde hair, blue eyes and flat butts,

rejected by the O.J.’s, the Quincy’s, & the Poitiers.

Sometimes, she was stomped to death

by racism and sexism, executed

by hi-tech ignorance

while she carried the family in her belly,

the community on her head,

and the race on her back!

The strong silent, talking black woman is dead!

Or is she still alive and kicking?

I know I am still here…

Thanks for sharing Kizzy!

Dear Tiger Woods…

Ms.Zindzi — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 13:14:16 +0000

Tiger Woods, Man of The Year W/ the Most Lipstick Stains

Dear Tiger Woods,

You are wasting your precious time by delivering a statement on CNN @ 11am today (ET)/ 3pm (GMT).

As far as the public is concerned, you do not owe us anything.

The only people you need to be apologizing to are your sponsors and your family, IN PRIVATE!

Thanks.

- Sincerely Ms.Zindzi.

PS: Imma still be watching though, you know I never miss a beat of celebrity PR. *giggle*

Follow the Tiger Woods’ PR disaster HERE!

Missing You & Happy 66th Birthday Granny!

Ms.Zindzi — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 13:29:31 +0000

My Granny Elsie! - This is a picture of the picture I carry in my purse.

I’m the mushiest person you will ever meet. I cry when things are good and when they’re bad. I guess tears are the first point of call for my emotions.

Five years ago my maternal grandmother passed away.

Today she would be, or as I like to put it ’she is’, 66 years old.

She was a strong woman. She was self-sufficient and very independant and thats what I remember most about her.

And she would have my family and I cracking up with laughter, she had a sense of humor the size of the globe.

I love her.

I misss her.

I just wish she could have seen her grand children grow up, I know she’d be so proud.

R.I.P Louisa ‘Elsie’ Pitt & Happy Birthday from your first Grand-Daughter, Zindzi.

*Sugars*

OFFICIAL VIDEO: “Good To Me” LeToya Luckett

Ms.Zindzi — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 19:18:58 +0000

I think Imma buy her album (Lady Love), I’ve been buying the singles and I am very impressed!

Oooh, the intro song sounds good too. – You like?…

Ms.Zindzi’s 2¢: “I Still Miss Him”

Ms.Zindzi — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 17:20:42 +0000

She asked:

It doesn’t help that this weekend is celebrating LOVE and reminding me that I am still single.

Good news (if you can call it that): I finally got the message that he didn’t want me anymore despite me telling him I would stick by him through his job loss, so I was forced to do the not calling thing. Though he never asked for space, his actions did…

That was at the end of January, but I think of this man every day. Our relationship was left so unresolved that it makes me sad to think that I never got closure. It’s corny, but true.

Trust me… I have been trying to stay busy (working 24/7), working out more, and going to professional events, etc. I am even looking into going to grad school. I have even tried to scope the scene for someone new, but no one compares to this guy. The way things ended was crappy, but the 6 months prior to that were beautiful… by far the best relationship I have ever been in.

Keeping busy isn’t helping. Any time I get “down time” I think of him. What should I do?

I Answered:

It sounds like You’re doing all those other things just to avoid thinking about him, but its pointless trying to run from the thought of him. What you need to do is STOP thinking about him, not run from the thoughts.

What you need is closure – get to the bottom of the real issue. “Why Am I Thinking about Him None Stop?”

Why not call him? Arrange to meet so you guys can talk, nothing intimate or romantic. Just woman to man. Two mature adults sorting through their issues. He owes you that much. Let him know just how you’re feeling; Not in hopes of patching things up, but in hopes that he could explain how he’s feeling in more depth i.e. why did he suddenly decide he didn’t want you anymore.

I think you owes it to yourself to find out why he decided to end things like this.

Then and only then will you feel the confidence you need to move forward and onward with your life.