I wanted to write about my ex-hero this week. I have never met her but I admired the progress she was making on the world stage. I was flabbergasted by the news of her being assaulted, and wanted desperately to “get my hands on that little boy”.
It was the first time in my life I envied the job of judges. I wanted to wake up one morning soon and find myself as a Judge in the United States with that little brown boy in front of me. I have been tossing around in my head the nature of sentence that I would hand down in the event that the evidence corroborated the allegations.
From a marketing perspective, I also thought of what, as an advisor, I would suggest my ex-hero could do to restart her career. I fancied a major world tour, with fresh lyrics, a new beat but still the eye-popping attire. My goal would have been for her to surpass all previous records and snatch every available award at the Grammys next year. For me, she would have been the Tina of the future.
But, I have waited patiently for a stout denial of any reunification or marriage. If there was pregnancy, I guess that would have to be embraced and factored into future equations, for that would have been conceived before the dreadful day. But, with time passing and no denial, I am left to assume that what we have all heard is true and that there is a 14-year-old brain in that 20-year old head. Continue reading




















