Nola Artist: Songbird Mykia Jovan

I wrote this entry some months ago, but I wanted to let those of you who read previously that Mykia Jovan will make her first grand appearance at the Essence Festival 2018!!!!! She will give an epic performance that you do not want to miss!!! Get your tickets!!!



Today, I’m excited to share with you, songstress Mykia Jovan, who happens to be cousin! Born and raised in New Orleans, graduate of New Orleans Center of Creative Arts; Mykia graced the music scene with powerful honest soul touching lyrics. At first glance one wouldn’t think such range of emotion can come from this young delicate flower, but there’s no lip synching coming from those lips.


When I think of Mykia, I visualize a quiet beautiful spirit with the voice of a small songbird who sings only, because she knows it soothes and heals not only her listener’s, but her’s as well.

I remember being a little girl visiting my Uncle Michael and Auntie Mary’s house to see my new lil cousin for the first time. She was a beautiful, playful, but quite baby. I thought she was so special, being that her parents were my idealization of all that made young love. Even at a young age, I felt intrigued by the spirit of this little real baby doll.

Life changed, time flew by, we grew up and so did our family dynamics, but love is love, blood if family and family equates unconditional love to me. Even though we didn’t grow up together, didn’t know much about each other, our spiritual connection remained the same. Now both grown women with our own personalities, self visions and lives, we continue to have a soul connection that time nor space can define or negate.

During one of my trips back home my Uncle Michael mentioned that Mykia would be singing at a club on Frenchmen St., the Blue Nile. I sent her an email letting her know I was in town and would be there to see her perform.


You can catch Mykia at Blue Nile every Sunday at 7:30pm.

I entered the dimly lit crowded nightclub and my ears went up as if I was some sort of hound dog, my eyes followed and there she was, a Classy Eccentric Grown Beautiful Mykia. I will have to write about her fashion on another blog, because OMG my girl kills it in the area of all things fashion! Like yes yes yesssss, Mykia!

Mykia’s voice resonated, pierced and grabbed at my heart and tears started to flow. I can’t even tell you the name of the song, because it was how she sang it, her actual voice, her tone was all I heard as if the words just flowed directly to my heart. She has that sound that makes ya wanna rock yourself, move side to side with your eyes closed, allowing you to focus on her voice.

I’m not sure if songbird is an adequate enough description of her sound, because her voice flew higher than any bird I have ever heard.

Then there’s the way she holds the mic, gripping it as if it was a love she needed to get through to. She has this tilt to her head, her eyes are softly closed, that lets you know her soul is soothed by her own voice. Just looking at her is harmonious.


Mykia has this black girl magic that has you wanting a piece of whatever she has for yourself, but then ya like no I want her to have it all!



I’m so proud of her, not for her beauty, voice or ability to capture the hearts of her listeners. I’m proud of her, because she emulates what it means to be beautiful in an unphysically sense. She defines beauty, by being Mykia. She stays true to herself, she is unafraid, she is real, she is honest and it comes out in her music.

It’s something in her sound, as if she is singing an old gospel hymn, letting both you and her know everything’s gonna be alright. It’s a mixture of what ya grandmother wants you to feel, but with a big dose of big girls can cry, but chic you know you can do this realness.

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I’m not sure if you can feel her hug through her music, well maybe you can. I tell you what seeing her hold onto that mic, hearing that voice of her’s pierce your heart, while her words wrap around your soul has to feel like nothing, but a hug.

I highly suggest if you are in New Orleans that you witness for yourself the explosive soulful vocals of my cousin, Mykia Jovan! It’s a must see and hear experience of a lifetime!

Mykia’s sound will give your soul a dose of what it needs!


“Elliyahu is about whether or not we seize the opportunity to sneak behind the curtain and expose the so-called great and powerful,” she adds. “It’s discovering that idols are both in and outside ourselves. It is a tiny capsule of moments in life where I’ve either decided to illuminate or succumb to suffering.”

Join Mykia Jovan at Cafe Istanbul NOLA on Friday, September 1 to celebrate the release of her debut album, Elliyahu! In addition to a special live set from Mykia, the night will also feature performances by #SpiritandSparrow (Monica Spirit McIntyre & Kei Slaughter) and Baron Ahmon with his new band #TheSatellites!
The evening commences at 7:00pm with a full album listening and Q&A with Mykia. This will be the first time the album will be played in its entirety for the public and provides an opportunity to discuss themes, inspirations, and anything else that comes to mind. Complimentary food will be provided as well as a signed copy of the album to all attendees. The live performance portion of the night starts at 9:00pm.
7:00pm = Album Listening, Q&A, Elliyahu CD, + Live Performances: $15 adv, $20 door

9:00pm = Live Performances only: $10 adv, $15 door

“’16 Shots’ and ‘Feast on the Flower‘ are two very contrasting love songs,” Jovan tell us. “One is a reckoning and one is a beckoning. ’16 Shots’ is a social commentary from a marginalized token point of view. ‘Feast on the Flower‘ is a celebration of love in the midst of the chaos.”


Hanging with the fam after her set
Mykia & her Daddy, my Uncle Michael
More hanging

A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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