My Ebony Princess and Black Panther’s Princess Shuri

As we all know the trailer for the Black Panther has been released and everyone can’t wait until next year to see the movie. At the Essence Festival 2017 my 7 yr old granddaughter, Ebony Princess and I met one of the actresses, Letitia Wright who will portray Princess Shuri in the movie.

Ebony stood in line alone for 5 minutes or so waiting to get her autography, while I stood about 6 feet away from her charging my phone, when a lady called out for me to inform me that the actress wanted to talk with me after Ebony introduced herself as “Ebony Princess.” When Ebony was 2 years old she named herself Ebony Princess and it stuck. Usually princess comes before the girls name, but for some reason Ebony made it her surname. She also had a thing for crowns, always wearing one, even as she slept.


Letitia informed Ebony about her role in the movie and told her that she was destined for greatness. Letitia told her “Ebony Princess stick with doing the best she can in her life and in 5 years she will be great and in 5 years after that she will be greater and the cycle will continue as she becomes the greatest vision of herself, to always believe in herself and how important spoken words and to keep being Ebony Princess.” I was in tears and now, to have someone speak to my granddaughter in that matter was a gift. I’m so thankful to Letitia aka Shuri !

We all believe that our children are special, but to have someone who hold status in the world to see what I see in Ebony Princess validated what I feel in my spirit. It’s not a greatness of wealth or fame that I see in her eyes, but something greater. Since she was born I knew she was a special soul and I know she is destined for greatness.



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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