I once wrote a monologue some years back. It was called Black Panther. It morphed into an intimate connection with new friends that ultimately became a podcast called the The African Booty Scratchers. Amazing idea at first. Executed and prepared well, but unfortunately ended prematurely.
I had to leave. I had to walk away.
I met a pal who I believed was a great fit to share my story but unfortunately it didn’t work out for many personal and business reasons.
I had to heal from it all to be honest and learned how to protect my voice.
Life happens, right?
Perhaps I wasn’t ready to interact on the medium I had created, the idea I birthed.
I was unready to fulfil the promises.
Nontheless, I became mute and wandered into a maze of confusion, disgust with self and I was ravaged by the deep personal loss.
The African Booty Scratchers couldn’t become what we envisioned but hey, life evolves and so must we.
We have a new podcast called The Gas Station Podgas.
I am grateful forever. Regards,