Sooooo, I was thinking....

So this morning at around 9:45 a.m yours truly was inhaling all the wonderful vapors that the BQE under construction could muster. It was a gorgeous morning, but I was getting a little anxious sitting in the infamous NYC traffic because a sista had somewhere to be by 10. I have attracted much criticism from family and friends for what seems to them to be my latest entry on the ever growing "weird ass things only Khadijah would do" list. But, not one to be dissuaded by the lack of practicality of a venture, there I was, sewing machine in tow, whipping, dodging and weaving - trying my best to make it to http://www.harrietsalteregoonline.com/ on time. Alas, the traffic opened up and I was breezing down Atlantic, whipped a right on Flatbush and four blocks later, after busting a highly illegal U-wee, found my self easing in to a parking space reserved especially for me in front of Harriett's. I must tell you that my uber cool girlfriend KG first introduced me to Harriett...

AOL Says: It's almost impossible to overstate the impact and importance of Fela Anikulapo (Ransome) Kuti (or just Fela as he's more commonly known) to the global musical village: producer, arranger, musician, political radical, outlaw. He was all that, as well as showman par excellence, inventor of Afro-beat, an unredeemable sexist, and a moody megalomaniac. I say: Get to know this cat....he is a musical genius, to whom we owe much. Sample some Fela tunes to the right, be sure to check out one of my favorites song...Coffin For the Head of State.

This dude is pretty slick and he is educated...ivy leaguer w/swagger it seems...engineer, producer and artist...got that whole "used to be a nerd, but look at me now" steez on lock...check him out.

I was recently reminded just how human I really am. I was further reminded of just how much I need other people and what an important role friends and family really do play in my day to day affairs. This weekend, after a nice family gathering in Atlantic City celebrating my cousin's birthday, I came face to face with my mortality. I was driving on the Garden State Parkway and it began to rain profusely, with wind blowing to boot. To say that visibility was limited was an understatement. I had just received a phone call from my mom a few moments earlier telling me that the weather advisory had just issued a tornado warning for the area through which I was traveling. At the time when visibility was completely removed from me I was on the phone with my cousin, who was not far into his departure from Atlantic City. I was warning he and my other cousins of the hazardous weather conditions. As I was talking to him, I decided that I needed to pull over to the shoulder because I really cou...