Queen's Korner

Home Sweet Home! Exactly six months have gone by, and I'm finally getting into the groove of things. My estates are functioning well and flowing. I turned my Uncle's estate in Orlando into a Poly-farm. Here my crops and veggies can grow without worry. I also hired two horticulturists to help maintain the land. Orlando, Florida, has become my permanent place of residence. The other estate back home in Fort Lauderdale has become a local Air BnB ran by my parents. I paid off my house and set it up for Air Bnb, as well. I have officially become an entrepreneur with more than three sources of residual income. Horus and I decided to invest in a local Art Studio and a food truck. Horus loves to cook, so the food truck was ideal for him. I brought it for him for his birthday. I still haven't told Horus about the money; he thinks I'm a well off spoiled brat with intelligence. Well, probably not exactly like that, but he doesn't question my business ventures. The Art Stud...

Soul Venture Cristina wasn't so bad, after all. We ended up spending most of the night together, laughing and talking. It was like we were long lost, buddies. She's sweet at heart, although she has significant insecurities. After our long talk, I decided to take it easy on Cristina. I'm also going to encourage Miguel to be a little more compassionate towards her, as well. "Miko, come on, Tracey's here!" Cristina and I decided to go out together. She and her friend Tracey wanted to show me how they get down. We rode down this long dark road to a big treehouse. It looked like a bungalow; I entered through the front door greeted by shimmering red and gold beads. There were lava lamps everywhere. It had a Mediterranean feel with bohemian accents. Pillow throws, mandalas, singing bowls, crystals, and aloe vera incense filled the air. The calm midst from outside gave the house a coolness. Cristina introduced me to her friends as we walked through the house. ...

Return to Honduras After much deliberation and frustration, I decided to return to Honduras. I reflected while on the plane. I had plenty of time to do so. Jackson had gotten on my last nerve smothering me for the remainder of the time he was around. I was beginning to understand why I enjoyed our time away from each other. He returned to his tour and would be gone for 12 months, Yay me. He insisted that I visited him when the time permitted, and I told him I would think about it. , I finalized my inheritance logistics, and in a couple of weeks, I will officially be a millionaire. No one knows about the money except my parents, not even Nadia. Uncle Seymour requested that only the information about my inheritance of the estates and stocks be public. He made it very clear that no one was to know about the cash inheritance except my parents. I was grateful for that, and I know my parents appreciated that gesture as well. Otherwise, it could've been a mess. I mean, it already wil...

Surprise It had only been a week since I had returned from Honduras. I wasn't in the right state of mind with Uncle Seymour's passing and all. It didn't help that I had to leave Nadia behind with our new friend Miguel. What else could go wrong? The sounds of Lucky Daye's song 'roll some mo' began to play lowly and increased as my phone rang. I answered it reluctantly. "Hello," I didn't pay attention to the number displayed; I just answered, and when I heard his voice, I wish I hadn't. It was my ex, Daniel. What could he possibly want from me at a time like this? "Miko, hey bae. I heard you were back in town. Sorry to hear about your Uncle Seymour. I was in the neighborhood and wondered if I could drop by. It's been a long time since we've seen each other, and I figured you could use a friend." What the hell was he on? "Uh, actually Daniel, I'm not in the mood for you nor your shenanigans. I have a lot to deal...

Reflections I couldn't believe it! Uncle Seymour was gone! The family will be in disarray now. He was the glue that held us together after Papa passed ten years ago. Nadia was hell-bent on getting me to cheer up and enjoy the one week I had left in Honduras. She was not letting up at all. "Miko! Come' on cheer up sis. I'm here for you, I promise, but I do know Uncle Seymour would want you to live in the moment and enjoy your life in the present. Right?" "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just I never expected to be in this place at this moment, ya know." Nadia grabbed my hand and placed it in hers. "I understand, truly, I do.  I felt the same way when my Aunt Trudy passed away." I had a flashback of Trudy and Nadia; they were inseparable. Trudy didn't have any kids, and well Nadia was her daughter and niece. Trudy lost her battle with cancer a few years back. I knew Nadia could sympathize with me; I just felt it was all too ov...

The Road to Honduras  My parents had been trying to contact me for the longest. I don't know how I managed to miss several of their calls, but they finally made contact. My dad was quite hysterical when I answered the call. "Miko, where the hell have you been? Your Mother and I have been trying to call you for days. You could've sent a message." Of course, I felt my dad was exaggerating because Mother knew I made initial contact when I made it to Aruba and then again when I was on my way to Jamaica, but I guess it has been a while since then. "Ok, Dad, I apologize I'll do better to stay in touch. What's all the fuss about anyway?" "Your great Uncle Seymour passed away a week or so ago. It was unexpected, and of course, you know you're his only great-niece." What?! Uncle Seymour? Oh, no! I had just thought about him before I began my venture. He always encouraged me to be true to thyself and live my most authentic life. My hea...

Rasta Experience As I walked down the trail to the waters, I could see the bright blue stream. The trees were like none I had ever encountered, so green and filled with fruit. There's nothing like entering a state of euphoria and realizing you're there. These Rastas have a way of welcoming you in spirit and the natural. I found myself utterly flabbergasted as I sat before a free spirit named Issachar. He explained to me that he was a non-traditional Rasta who believed in the foundation and premises of the culture and faith but was not bound by it. Since he and his tribe practice a lifestyle that embraces poly living many frowns are upon them. So, they live high up in the mountains away from the city in the countryside. They allow Haile Selassie to lead them, and the ancestors guide them daily. Their principles of life are One Love, non-attachments to material items, having the knowledge and knowing that eating meat is eating flesh, and believing babies and children are d...