New Orleans icon, Mamie Marie Burfict “The Queen Of Bourbon Street” tested positive for COVID-19

I was notified that New Orleans icon Mamie Marie Burfict “The Queen Of Bourbon Street” has tested positive for COVID-19/Coronavirus by New Orleans Comedian, Geneva Joy Hughes via Facebook. Here’s what Geneva posted.

I’m asking everyone to pray for Miss Mamie Marie: The Queen of Bourbon St. She has tested positive for COV-19 but is asymptomatic. She is a very healthy 72! Send her your love and prayers. She is known for entertaining the world on Bourbon St!

She has been instructed to self quarantined and we should make sure she has everything she needs during this time.
I just talked to her and she is doing ok.

Cashapp her $SilverFoxx1947

E8B2A248-6E5E-4903-B195-E292C69855BDYou can’t go to Bourbon St, French Quarter or the Dome without seeing this beautiful lively lady, Mamie Marie Burfict Mamie Marie: The Queen of Bourbon St. riding her bike that pumps out all the hottest New Orleans songs. She’ll jump out and dance for ya in a hot minute too. If you were lucky to spend a moment with her you would know how truly special she is. Every time I see her, she greats me with a big smile, a hug and a big dose encouragement. She’s the motivation behind my NOLA Chic persona.

If by chance you were with Mamie during and after the Mardi Gras season and you are feeling any symptoms no matter how minor I highly recommend that you self quarantine and get tested. It has been 10 days since Mamie was tested and she had complaints of a low grade fever, light cough and body aches. Mamie states Saturday March 7th was the last time she was out in public.

Hanging with “THE QUEEN OF BOURBON ST” Grandmo Marie Francois gives me life & keeps me laughing. I love her hustle, her drive inspires me, the physical strength she has to not only pedal that but dance with & for us. And she’s just real & courageous! Grandmo still at it even after the #essencefest #nolalife #diva #blackwomen #sidejob #nola #onlyinneworleans #fortheculture #beatourist #weareneworleans #entertainer #blogger #performer #youonlyliveonce #getitgurl #decadence ⚜💃🏿💖

Marie is New Orleans though she moved here years ago, but she embraced the city just as if she was born and raised here. She goes out into the city to entertain tourist and Saints Fans without knowing if she will make any money as a street performer, but she does it for the love of New Orleans. I ask that you all keep her lifted in prayer and if you can afford a dollar or two please send it to her via CashApp $SilverFoxx1947.

She’s not as young as she looks and is considered one of the most vulnerable when it comes to this horrible virus. She’s asymptotic and lets pray that it stays the same.

Mamie is a good friend of mines and I feel worried, because of her age, but I’m trusting God will take care of her.


Thank you Mamie for your love for New Orleans!⚜️

CashApp $SilverFoxx1947.


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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