Celebrating Junior

Peace & blessings fam! Seems like it has been eons since I have written but I write everyday, I just do not always blog it, post it, or even put pen to paper. Anyway, my life has changed so much over the last few months—from losing a brother, deciding to bring some things to a close, turning age (36!!), and beginning a new business. I am learning more and more about myself and it is not always easy to look at yourself and love yourself inside and out. Anyway, tomorrow is a very special day. It is the day my baby brother would have turned 33 years old.

It is hard to believe that my brother transitioned from this life 23 years ago, exactly 6 days before his 11th bEarthday. I sometimes can see glimpses of him in my two youngest sons- from the smirk on my baby’s face that he has worn from almost birth to the need to be outdoors as much as humanly possible that my 7-year-old exhibits. My brother is ever present. Memories of him have not faded and some are more distinct than others.

One of my favorite memories of my brother was from a few weeks before his transition. My mother used to work the late shift so he and I would be home alone a lot even during his sickness. Anyway, he and I would watch movies until bedtime. He began to tell me how he knew he was dying and that he knew we were trying to hide the truth from him. I felt tears well up in my eyes and I thought he couldn’t feel my pain because I was dying inside myself. I had just had to bury my father after he was killed in a work related accident and my brother was nearing his time. There was no joy to be felt during that time. I felt very hopeless. And then, my brother helped ease my heart. He told me that I should not be sad because he was not afraid and he was ready to die. He said that each time he closed his eyes angels were there telling him that he was going to be just fine. He told me that he knew that this was just another beginning and that he would not know pain in his new life. I did not understand then, but I fully understand now and my understanding took years.

So, on March 23rd, 1995, my youngest brother, Donald Lovette Johnson Jr. , left his cancer striken 10 year old body and transcended into his new life. He left all the illness, pain, and heartache here on Earth. His spirit lives on no doubt. My brother loved “18 wheelers” (as he called them), riding his red Huffy bicycle, playing outside, and playing NBA Jams. My brother survived having a stroke at 2, brain surgeries, and multiple seizures to live to the ripe age of 10. My brother once kicked my ass for not letting him watch Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. My brother, who would try to follow me on his bike as I rode mine to my friends’ house and get mad and yell “I’m telling Mama!!” when I wouldn’t let him come. My brother, who knows my secrets, knows life behind the doors of our home, and who I kept safe from knowing more than I felt he could handle. My brother, who we called Junior, left an indelible mark upon my life. I am braver, stronger, more loving, more forgiving, and more grateful for life because of him. So, happy happy bEarthday Junior. Your sister loves you eternally……. March 29th will forever be your day so get ready for cake, a nice plate of food, and other offerings….most of all my love.



Ashaki Ma’at Mirembe Ali


Beginning Again…

Peace everyone. It has been quite some time since my last post and for so many different reasons. I have lost a dear loved one, started a new business (which is soon to launch), among other things. I titled this post “Beginning Again” because that is literally what I am having to do at this point in time.

About six weeks ago I joined a business bootcamp. Now, on the surface, it appeared to be solely business based but what I found along the way is that I had to confront my life at its current state. I had to come to the realization that I was not totally clear on what I wanted and once I gained clarity, I knew a lot had to change. Change is not always easy, desired, or painless.

For most of my adult life, I have been someone’s wife and then I was in another serious relationship soon after my marriage ended. I have never had to truly be alone since I was about 22 years old and even then, I had long relationships for the most part. Now, I have to deal with Ashaki– her quirks, her longings, her feelings. It has been emotional but also enlightening.

I just celebrated a bEarthday on March 15th and last weekend I took myself out of town for the weekend. I enjoyed my stay in a lavish hotel, eating beautiful food, getting a massage, and napping to the sound of the ocean. I learned that I am a “company addict”.  I am not the “be alone” type if that makes sense even though I have been feeling that I want to be alone for a while. Anywho, I came to the realization that is not truly the company that I desire but rather the distraction from being with myself.

And so life is beginning–again. I am restructuring everything as I must. And this journey may be arduous but at the end I will be rewarded. No I am not speaking in terms of anything monetary, but I will gain a greater understanding of who I am, what kind of stuff I am made of, and also what I have to offer to the world. I would love to be a wife again someday but for now, let me just learn to be a friend and lover to myself.




Ashaki Ma’at Mirembe Ali



What is a Revolutionary?

Peace, love, and light fam! As always, I hope this message finds you in a peaceful space and place. I have been thinking and reading a lot about the concept of revolution, the role of revolutionaries, as well as what is perceived as revolutionary acts. We are in a very peculiar time, a time of apprehension, and acute awareness of a very changed world and country. With the election of Donald Trump, much has been brought to light as far as to the regular Joes who really believed that most people were not prejudiced. They truly had the notion that their neighbors were cool until this election season. Many people showed their true colors and an air and atmosphere of hostility exists in so many communities and cities abroad.

I have been teaching and spreading the message of the broadened concept of revolution via a hashtag #BeingRevolutionaryIsNotWhatYouThink for some time now. I had to take a seat and really meditate on what being a revolutionary really is. I think that the concept is most certainly multi-faceted. It is not all about physical fights even though I know and understand that there is a time and place for revolutionary activity to involve physical combat. But, being and living as a revolutionary is varied. We all have a place and position to play. Growing food on land that you own is revolutionary, educating your children on true history, not the miseducation that is pumped through the classrooms of the public school system is revolutionary, embracing and infusing our culture into our lives is revolutionary, feeding and clothing our less fortunate brothers and sisters is revolutionary. It is not simply spreading information. Knowledge is useless unless it is applied. Can you make the information that you provide beneficial to the people by showing and proving? How can it be applied? I could go on and on and on but you must get my point by now.

Find your place and do what you can to help liberate your people. If you see a need and you are able to fill the need, do it! Don’t sit around and complain about what needs to happen, be the solution. We have enough lecturers. We need boots on the ground. Our people are waiting  for you. We are the saviors we have been waiting for. I know and overstand that every single time that I blog, disseminate information, sell healthy bath products, assist a sistar with finding more healthy ways of living, teach my children more of our history, challenge my fellow comrades to do more, I am behaving in a revolutionary stance. I am a lover within this war but I love hard and tough. Some of our people need correction. So many are seeking the limelight but it is an absolute waste of time if you are not using the light to help the people. We must not be selfish in our pursuits. We are too reactionary. I have been seeing so much bickering online and I am left feeling depleted. I know we will not be on the same page in all things but to be openly bashing others in the struggle is unacceptable. I see a whole lot of bitching and moaning which is deflecting from what is truly important.

Now is the time for strategic moves. The revolution is now. There is much going on; from the bombing and warring in Aleppo, to the election of Trump, to the last actions of Obama, and so on and so forth. We are literally inundated with information and all types of activities that it can be overwhelming. It is my belief that we must take actions in our immediate locations and be of assistance for bigger issues as the need shows fit, such as issues continuing in Flint, MI. There is so much we can do. Time out for the bullshit. So, the ball is now in your court. Are you riding the bench or are you in the game? The team needs you. Time is always of the essence. And the time is now.


Ashaki Ma’at Mirembe Ali


“I for one believe that if you give people a thorough understanding of what confronts them and the basic causes that produce it, they’ll create their own program, and when the people create a program, you get action.”

-Malcolm X


Why a HeadWrap?

Peace, love, and light fam! I have been getting a lot of inquiries and requests for information on headwraps so I feel inclined to discuss one of my favorite topics. A headwrap for me is so much more than just a stylish head covering; it is a connection to my heritage, it is protection for my antennas to the universe, it is sacred. Some of you may be thinking that I am taking my love and admiration for a piece of cloth too far but let me explain.
When I was younger, I had family members who tied their heads up in bandannas or scarves to protect their head. I admired the head wraps and would often tie my hair up in an often sad attempt to mimic them. As I grew in age, I began to discover that head wrapping is a part of the Afrikan woman’s heritage. As I viewed pictures of women from Sierra Leone, Ghana, Nigeria, Kenya, Ethiopia and other countries in Afrika, I felt a deep connection and pride. They were beautiful, Afrikan, with features like my own, and we were kindred spirits.
Now, as an adult wombman, I wear my headwrap with great pride and dignity. I am treated differently when I am wrapped. People seem to acknowledge the goddess energy that permeates my being and I graciously accept the positivity. Many sistars compliment my wraps and seem to be proud that I am bold enough to wear mine regularly. I also wear my headwrap at times when I feel too much negative energy. My locs are antennas to the universe and I am already very, very empathetic and highly sensitive to others’ energies. I will wrap my hair to protect my crown and chakra center from absorbing these unwanted energies. I will not get into chakras today but I will say these protecting these energy centers is essential.
I liken my headwrap to a crown; a glorious and sacred cloth that makes the world know who they are dealing with. I am at a point in my life in which I absolutely must be my authentic self. I spent many years attempting to conform in some way to those around me so as not to stand out or be perceived as too different. But, no matter how hard I tried, I always failed. Now I recognize the light that I carry inside. I am a child of the Sun and in the manner of the Sun, no matter how cloudy the skies are, no matter who doesn’t like the heat, the Sun is going to shine. And so shall I.

Ashaki Ma’at Mirembe Ali

Growing through Pruning

Peace, love, and light fam. Today is a day, much like any other. I began my day with anticipation of doing and being a better me. I have been in a mode of reflection lately—really reviewing decisions that I have made and actions I have taken or (didn’t take) as well as why I chose the path that I did. I realize that at times my choices were poor, others were awesome but they all have been valuable and necessary in order for me to become who I am today.

I am always teaching and speaking on taking action to progress as an individual. I realize that even at times I felt as though I was not moving, I actually was. And progression does not always elicit a positive vibration. It can be painful. I liken it to pruning of a tree. The tree has to be cut back in order to bloom and reach its full potential. Our experiences and our responses to those experiences, prune us and help us to reach our highest self. For example, when I became pregnant at 15, I had to grow up and become more responsible immediately. There was a life coming into the world that I was responsible for. As a pregnant teenager, I was ostracized, I was stared at, I was hurt by many—friends stop being friends, family members shunned me, and I had no support from the father of my son. I desperately needed emotional support but it was nowhere to be found, especially at home. My mother threatened me often, telling me she was going to send me to a foster home. If it wasn’t for a few friends, I probably would have given up, but they encouraged me and I have never forgotten their love and kindness.

I gave birth to a healthy baby boy, graduated with no difficulty, and did tons of other things that statistically should not have ever happened. I am sure you have a similar story; a story of how you overcame what could have been an unbearable obstacle. We have all the power within ourselves to accomplish whatever we strive for. Life is a lesson-full of obstacles, tests, trials, and triumphs. Many people have asked me if I ever have a bad day. I do but I choose to find the silver lining in my clouds. Yes, it will rain and sometimes pour but after the rain, the Sun will shine. And the Andre’a of yesterday, is not the Ashaki of today. She is ever evolving…..



Ashaki Ma’at Mirembe Ali

The Tru Lioness

Reflections on Ali

Peace, love, and light to all on this gloriously beautiful and seasonally warm morning. As always, I hope this message finds you well. I am sure by this time you are well aware that another hero has transitioned, our fighter, our warrior Muhammad Ali. I just wanted to take a few moments to reflect on Ali’s impact on my life. I am sure my sentiments are held by many but as with anything else, each person’s experience in unique.

Muhammad Ali fought his last fight in the year I was born, 1981. It was a loss on the record books to Trevor Berbick. However, Ali’s life was triumphant and will always be celebrated. As a child, I would watch various programs and see Ali all over the place. He was larger than life. There was something in his eyes that I could not explain. His smile was contagious. I am not quite sure of when I began to truly understand the enormity of what he had accomplished but I do vaguely remember family members praising him. These praises sparked my interest and I began to research Ali to find out what was so special about this retired boxer.

The thing you have to realize is that I came up in an era that was enthralled with “Iron” Mike Tyson. But, no matter how great Tyson was, Ali’s name was always mentioned. What had Muhammad Ali done to make such an impact that even years after his retirement, he was still praised. More recently, Floyd Mayweather has been at the apex of the boxing forte and still Ali is mentioned. Over the years, I have come to find that Ali was not great because of his boxing skills, Ali was great because of his heart for the people. Ali was funny, confident, unwavering, and steadfast. He was great because he believed with every ounce of himself that he was great. He once said that he was calling himself “the greatest” before he knew he was.

Several years ago, I began to listen to old videos and recordings of Ali. He was unapologetic about his blackness and was outspoken against the injustices in this country and abroad. He laid everything he had on the line for what he felt was right. His moral convictions and unwavering stance on social issues are inspiring. His sacrifices are the stuff that legends are made of. Ali was a champion of the people and it showed.

I used to post quotes on my Facebook page each morning before I would leave for work each day. It was my way of inspiring my followers and friends and most people (I hope anyway) appreciated it. I began to post quotes by Muhammad Ali. Although I love many of them, I want to leave you with one in particular. Ali once said, “Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in a world they‘ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.” Ali helped me to realize that in this fight for justice and for freedom, no sacrifice is too big. He helped me to see that each of us has the ability to change the world and be “the greatest”—if we only BELIEVE.



Ashaki Ma’at Mirembe Ali



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Rising with Ma’at

Peace peace fam! I  typically do not post more than once a week but I am having a sudden burst of creative energy lol. I have tons of time on my hands since I am no longer employed full time. Today marks my 10th day being down south taking care of my mother. She is doing awesome (though she doesn’t feel like she is) and I am finally beginning to feel more balanced. I wore my white feather in my hair all day yesterday. Ma’at greeted me with open arms this morning. And although my mother is Christian, she has seen my altar and has yet to question me about it. I prepared my offering with love last night and woke this morning feeling much better.

We have had some visitors over as well. My mom was very pleased to see one of her old friends as well. I have had people come up to me since I have been here and tell me they are happy that I am back in the town. Their kind words mean a lot. My presence is felt here and all things happen for a reason. I have huge plans and wonderful intentions for the people in this town and surrounding areas. I am also very happy to be able to help my mother at this delicate time in her life. No man knows the hour. I just want to be sure to be present for her now that she really needs me.

I have come to realize that the experiences, the trials, the triumphs, the day to day, the meeting of new people, the connections—they are all tied together. We should look to each day as an opportunity to grow, progress, and to bring light into this world. I am an artist, a writer, a poet, a revolutionary. I am a mother, sister, soon to be wife, a daughter. Let us all be who we were born to be—the very best US we can possibly be. I am well on my way—-finally.


Peace, Love, & Light,

Ashaki Ma’at Mirembe Ali

New Chapter

Peace fam. I hope you are all well. I am absolutely exhausted and somewhat uneasy about what the future holds for me and my family. I have had to walk away from my full-time job and my life in Charlotte to go south and tend to my mother. She is doing much better than she was but finding a place of peace for myself, tending to her needs and the needs of my children, is very stressful. I am still seeking my peaceful spot and also my balance in this new chapter of my life. I wonder at times can I handle it all. I am sometimes very sure of myself and other times, I just want to cry but the alternative would have been to allow her to remain in an unsafe situation, which I could not do. It has taken us the last 9 days to get her house (which had been mostly unoccupied, besides thieves and drug addicts who had broken into the home) to get the place to feel somewhat like home.

Watching my mother feel down because she needs help is tough. She expresses to me the feeling of not being useful. I have to remind her that she is the elder in our family and my children (The Tribe Called Quest as I call them) very much need her in their lives as a positive influence. I remind her of the stories she has to tell, the memories to share, and the wisdom that she can bestow upon them.

In my heart of hearts, I know this decision was the best and most appropriate for my family and with time, I will find my stride. But, for now, I feel like I am lost at sea—the lighthouse is within my sight but I cannot quite get my sails to go forth against the storm in order to reach safety. This new week brings a new set of challenges—I have to get the Tribe off to school, get my mother to her appointments, and continue to work on this house. I also have just had an opportunity to set up my altar space in this house so offerings and prayers are on the top of the list. I am sure that this new chapter will bring blessings and opportunities in my life that I had not even imagined. I just have to allow the universe to deliver……




Ashaki Ma’at Mirembe Ali

(The Tru Lioness)

Spring Restart

Peace to all of you on this beautiful day. I began to think about spring and all that the season represents yesterday. Spring is a time for renewal, for recharging, for rebirth, for new beginnings. I believe that many of us become so enthralled in our day-to-day tasks and responsibilities that we neglect to see the beauty and feel the vibrations around and within us. We should all take time during this precious season change to reflect on our present condition and determine the steps needed to get us to the next level in life-whether it be improving relationships, advancing careers, or even rebuilding our lives.

As for me, I have been studying different spiritual things and really focusing on daily practices to raise my vibration and expand my consciousness. I realize that I should also relish in the fact that I have grown as a person and celebrate my successes. I also need to learn to unplug, to recharge, and to get rest so that I have the strength and energy to fight another day. Self- care is of the utmost importance.

The season change is upon us and with the increase in the length of daylight, the sight of flowers blossoming, and trees fully green in all their glory, I cannot help but to feel  inspired. There is so much beauty to be found all around us, if we only take the time to observe it. I know that some of you may be totally preoccupied with the upcoming presidential election, the societal issues such as racism, exploitation, and corruption. But, we have to have balance in our lives. Do not be so involved that you lose sight of the good things in life. In the words of Nas, “Life is good, no matter what, life is good.”


Ankh, Udja, Seneb (Life, Health, & Prosperity),

Ashaki Ali Kenyatta

The Tru Lioness


What is nostalgia? It is the feeling of times past, the memories that we hold dear, the sounds, smells, sights, that evoke emotions and comfort from years gone by. Music is like a time machine, taking you back to the exact moment you made eye contact with your first love, or when your mother told you that your father died, or when you went on your first date. Nostalgia has been a good feeling, like grandma’s blankets keeping you warm on a freezing winter night, like the first time my first love held my hand gently in the living room of my mother’s house, like the warm embrace of my grandfather. These days of my life are filled with hard work, serious decision making, as well as intense pressure. My memories are a soft place to fall, a place of love and peace. I am no fool and I know not to place more value on my past than I do on my future, but when I am going through difficult times, I will time travel and take a vacation from today.

I will be 35 years young this upcoming March. It seems strange because I do not feel like I am that old! However, I am grateful to still be on this physical plane today. So many loved ones and friends have transitioned so I am very grateful for this physical life this time around. The memories of those who have gone on before me hold many keys to lessons I am learning right now so I analyze the lessons and wisdom shared.

Life is very cyclical, as is the universe. Things will come full circle in life and to add to that, lessons will continue to reappear to you if you do not learn the lesson the first time. I also realize that the reason that I am perpetually a joyful person is because I have effectively been able to hold onto the “good” vibrations of my past which permeates my spirit and oozes from my aura. I am able to relate to so many different types of people because I have chosen to be an open spirit, to actually see people as they are authentically, because I do not walk in pretension.

One day I will be gone from this life—physically I will be no more. It is my hope that my spirit evokes periods of nostalgia and lessons for those I am connected to; that vibrations of peace, love, harmony, balance, and joy follows them wherever they are and that they have wisdom to realize that it is divine communication between my spirit and theirs. Peace to the ancestors that communicate with me daily.