No Traffic

Ladies, no one can steal your lane.

I gained quite a bit from this simple statement at the 1st Annual WEST Retreat. Earlier this month, I participated in The First Annual Women of Excellence, Strength and Tenacity (WEST) Retreat at New York University. WEST is a non-profit organization for women’s empowerment  and this year the NYU chapter successfully hosted its first retreat. The event began with light breakfast, expectations for the day and interactive activities then ended with lunch and guest speaker, Ms. Tanea Smith, CEO of She’s Got Papers.

It was an amazing experience for growth and sisterhood. When I went in I told the group I wanted to be reborn. I know it’s deep, perhaps abstract, but my intent was to leave with a different perspective on my multifaceted woman-ness. I am a friend, a daughter, a cousin, a professional, a mentor and a mentee.

Fortunately my expectations were mett. I felt as though throughout the day various aspects of me had been revived and reborn. I recounted a childhood memory, threw out the negatives and dreamed with a group of tenacious young women. I left content with high spirits. The best takeaway was during the open forum with Tanea in which she said if you’re doing your own thing then don’t stress because “no one can steal your lane”. Tanea is always an incredible speaker. Her point stuck with me as I questioned how to manage doing my own thing while preventing people from knowing then stealing my every move.  I internalized her response, confidently accepting the fact there’s no traffic when you’re in your own lane.

Often, we get so caught up in the rat race, we lose sight of what makes us unique in our own right and separates us from what some might call ‘competition’. I found myself trying to create a delicate balance between protecting and sharing my ideas and accomplishments out of fear that someone could walk away with my empire, all that I have built. I worried as if someone could literally bottle up everything I’ve done, said and thought, and run away with it! After letting some wise words of advice settle in, it came to me what should be obvious to all aspiring thought leaders and success seekers, no one can steal your passion.

When you are passionate about something there is expertise and drive behind it which no other human being can take from you.

 

so says me…

If there is one thing that has surprised me about life on the other side of the degree, it is the extent to which I am able to leverage certain creative projects into brand building ventures and opportunities. Zora has become a launch pad for several hustles. I’ve been honored to speak on panels with legends- Joan Morgan, Elizabeth Mendez Berry, Esther Armah;  I’ve produced an event for one of New York’s biggest Hip Hop showcases, The Brooklyn Hip Hop Festival. But don’t get it twisted, I’m not a chick who refuses to ground her hustle in a firm academic reality and background.

My hustles are birthed out of my academic prowess. Yes, I am a total book nerd. More importantly, I am learning how to make my prowess work in my favor. It’s a matter of refinement and mastery, not a desire to become a phenom. Just check the article written by The Skinny Black Girl, Attack of the Hustlers. Not everyone knows the difference.

So when a documentary I directed  was accepted into the 1st Annual Sisterhood Summit sponsored by Aiesha Turman and the good ladies of The Black Girl Project, I was elated because for two years, my co-directors( shout out to Zora contributor Maame Yaa) and I had no idea how to share, what began as an academic project, with others. Sure, my grandma and papa held their own obligatory screening but I wanted other women, men, thinkers, bookworms, hip hop heads, lovers, and students to see the work that I hold so dear to my heart.

I had prided myself on the ability to channel the hustle yet  for two years I sat on this film, allowing such a creative piece to fade to black – part fear, part laziness.

so says she collages the narratives of five different black women experiencing Ghana together. For the young women in this film, their time spent in Ghana becomes a platform  to question and reflect, judge and reconsider, express and create. Their encounters with past and present, placement and displacement, home and homelessness narrate their Diaspora, using a language of curiosity and candidness.

The Sisterhood Summit represented the perfect outlet for such a film as it was tailored for women of color, specifically young women of color. Over 20 workshops participants facilitated session on social justice, sexuality, entreprenuership, and even college readiness. However, positioning so says she as a conversation around identity invites new voices into the dialogue that aren’t necesarily the voices of women of color. For, we all grapple with the complexity of culture, class, race, and language.

That fact eluded me in the time following the completetion of the documentary. Perhaps, I was still overwhelmed by my own reaction to Ghana. Or maybe, my brain had been fried via my struggle with Final Cut Pro (and believe me, it was a struggle). Whatever the reason, it wasn’t until I revisited the film in preparation for the summit, the memories of the Accra and the relationship that I share with the women featured in the documentary that I fully realized how vital this film is to my brand, my hustle, and my story.