MARVelous Mondays!

OKAY OKAY OKAY,  I am getting a bit older and I have to start being committed to a few things. Example, waking up at a reasonable time in the day, drinking water, setting up my own doctors and/or dentist appointments, and BLOGGING at a regularly scheduled pace! HA HA! 
For those who do not know, my name is Mar'Vette and I am what is classified as a random person. How random? Who knows! Some say I may have A.D.D, to them I say that freshly cut grass is probably the best smelling thing in the world to my nose. HA HA. I am not sure why I want to talk about myself, but I have nothing but free time and the internet, so here ya go! My goal at the end of the day is to brighten up your Monday one MARVelous post at a time. YET, this is not just about me folks! Oh no! This platform is for you as well. Make sure you like, share, comment and share for those who need a pick me up on their Mondays. Email me at and let's get this conversation started. Can I count on you to be there? PEACE AND BLESSINGS! ✌🏿 XOXO💋💋💋

My So-Called MARVelous Life573


Lent?! I’m NOT Catholic, yo!ย 

In this Christian walk I have been exposed to many things. Last year was my first year I learned about the Daniel Fast. I learned about what fasting and prayer truly is about and what that means to deny yourself physically to gain something spiritually. So, this year I decided to take lent a tad bit more seriously and had to pray about what to give up to gain spiritual enlightenment.

If you know me personally, I boast myself as a person who does absolutely nothing and I do that SO well! I am a gold olympic champion winner at doing absolutely nothing at all. That in itself is what the church world calls “pride” because it is a false view of ones self. Fact is, I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, a leader, an up and coming photographer, and a determined, hard headed, stubborn hardworker that has goals and aspirations for life like any other weirdo like myself. To the normal person I do too much. To me, I do NO-THING! Ha ha. In order to begin this path of self denail, I began to pray and pray and do you know what God said to moi?! NUHTHIN’! So, I try again. **clears throat** Okay, God. Hey, it’s Mar’V again. How ya doin’? Okay so, lent is coming up and I need to give something up. Since I don’t do anything, what can I give up? **Crickets** Okay God, I see your busy. I’ll try again later.

Two days and tons of unanswered prayer later and I’m still at a loss for what to give up for lent. Now let’s pause so I can explain what lent is actually about:

Lent, the period of prayer and fasting in preparation for Easter, is 40 days long, but there are 46 days between Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent in the Roman Catholic liturgical calendar, and Easter.

Me personally, I hold myself to the denomination of a non-denomination and I try not to hold myself to the religious practices of certain denominations. Yet, lent intrigues me. Essentially, I am fasting and praying only instead of 21 days and strictly food, I am fasting and praying for 40 days and denying myself something that’s actually keeping me away from my spiritual walk. If you’ve had any connections with God, you know the Holy Spirit downloads on you at the oddest times. There were times when I was driving, in mid convo, in the shower, or even in the middle of a good sleep; God would find a way to get through to me and speak to me. The V8 moment hit me when I had a couple of days off work and I didn’t even move. I slept on my couch for two days and the things that surrounded me was my power cord and my phone charger. I spent 48 hrs on my phone on Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram; whatever and whenever, I was surfing that net. When I finally came too, it was 2am and I was unconsciously swiping on Facebook. I’m not paying attention to anyones status, i’m just in a constant swiping motion. “So this is what you are doing?” I can’t sleep so I hopped on Facebook. “That’s the problem. You are ignoring Me when you need Me the most and I can’t help you through the screen.” B O O M! Conviction! Ladies and gents I dropped to the ground, Bible clutched to my chest, tears falling to my face. My world was going up in flames and instead of asking for help I just scrolled it away thinking things would just magically get better. W R O N G! Message was strongly recieved. I need to unplug and replug into my Bible; not just the Bible app, but the actual physical copy; and get back on track with this thing called life. So what’s been going on in these 40 days of unplugging from social media? SO GLAD YOU ASKED! Ha ha.

In these 40 days of unplugging from the world wide web, I can tell you my anxiety and depression has gone down drastically. I can tell you that I have been minding the wonderful business that God has given me and it doesn’t get any better than that. I check in with one or two my spiritual sisters and we check in for about 30 minutes and that makes my soul feel so great. I moved away, found a job and in the 2018 I’ll be in LPN school. I dropped any and everyone who has held a toxic black cloud over my life and I have learned to lean on Jesus and my family a lot heavier. Things are looking up for the Mar’Vy, which makes me full heartedly believe in the statement: “When you are at rock bottom, the only way to go is up.”

When life is coming at you hard and you feel like the walls are caving in on you, it’s okay for you to take a break. Being on a social media blackout it the healthiest thing for our heavily feelings based society. When I say that I mean the younger and younger generations are basing their self worth in how many likes and followers they have. If no one else gets anything out my blogs, I hope you understand that I am not perfect person, at the end of the day I’m just trying to see Jesus. Just working toward that makes any thing I am going through worth it. If you ever need to talk, hit me up on the S N A P! Ha ha. Now that I’m back on, hit me up!

Chaio, XOXO๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹

Miss Kayla Fosterย 

To know Kayla is to know…and I mean this in the most respectable way possible,  Kayla is very head strong. There is no answer she does not know because she will take the annoyingly, meticulous time to find the answer. Then double check just to make sure everyone is satisfied with the answer that is provided. I will warn you, Kayla did rant a bit and I provoked her to do so. Again, the purpose of this series to really jump into the minds of the men and women of color to view their world and their truths. Check out this awesome interview I conducted with Kayla: โ€‹

โ€‹”WHAT DEFINES KAYLA? Faith, family, friends, football. WOW! ANYTHING DEEPER THAN THAT? (Laughs) THAT IS DEEP! WHAT MAKES KAYLA WHO KAYLA IS? These questions are deep, geeze! What makes me who I am? I try not to be the standard ‘sterotypical’ female. LIKE BLACK FEMALE? Why does it have to be black female? Just a female in general. Girls have this bad rap of ‘girls are supposed to be domesticated’, they stay in the kitchen, they know their place–that’s what they’re supposed to do, and i’m a girl that likes to hang with the boys and play football YET at the same time be domesticated. You know? I like to get my nails done and there’s a lot of different sides to be than just your ‘basic’ female. 

WHAT THREE WORDS BEST DESCRIBE YOU? Faith, family, football. 

THIRD QUESTION IS DEEPER, AND I REALLY WANT YOU TO THINK ABOUT IT BEFORE YOU ANSWER. WHAT DOES BEING A BLACK AMERICAN MEAN TO YOU? (Pauses) Means I have to work twice as hard and be twice as better than anybody I go up against. It means I have to be twice as good and twice as better; I have to try twice as hard at everything I do in order to get what I want from life and from what I need from people. In order to be recognized how I should, it means I have to work twice as hard. That’s my answer. IS THAT IT? IS THAT ALL? Yeah! I mean, that’s pretty much my entire life. I had to work twice as hard and be twice as good. I have to work harder than other people do just because when people see a black female it’s the same sterotypical thing; hands on hips, neck rolls, the poorest of grammer, always with an attitude; like these black females that are on TV; I AM NOT THAT AT ALL! That’s nowhere close to who I am or where I want to be. I have goals and I have dreams just like everyone else, and I don’t feel like I need or have to be stuck to that title. Just like I think it’s dumb that people think since my name is Kayla, I guess that’s a ‘white’ name; whatever that means; but they don’t believe my name is Kayla, what is is supposed to be? They get surprised that I don’t have a whole bunch of apostrophes, go by Shanaynay or Shaniqua, have six different kids by 10 baby daddies — I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY THAT HAS TO DEFINE WHO I AM! (we both sat silent) Sorry. I went on a rant. NO THAT’S WHAT I WANTED! KEEP GOING! It’s true! When people ask me if Kayla is my real name, I always want to ask ‘What is it supposed to be?'” 

Shakespeare beautifully writes, “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet”. We are all named with a predetermined purpose and destiny for our lives. Each name, no matter how unique in spelling or pronunciation, makes each of us very unique in our own ways. Kayla is smart and strong willed. Kayla’s of all nationalities could learn a thing or two from her. 

We are only on day 10 and we still have more interviews to bring to you guys. I hope once again, that you begin to see the world through the eyes of our young men and women of color. We were raised to believe that we are the children of the future. There is a point for us to stop saying it, and fully become what we believe. 

Ciao, XOXO๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹

Mr. Jeremy Henry

I’ve met Jeremy about a year ago when I started to go to Remix; a young adult and campus outreach ministry; on a CONSISTENT basis about a year and a half ago. (I say consistent because it was a struggle for me to go to church at all, yet we are not speaking about me. Lol) Then we entered into this season of internship to which I grew to know my brother from another mother a little more. He is so loving and kind and his heart is dripped in gold. I can honestly say there is no bad day when you are around him.  Some say I have a light and carry a certain glow that is within me, and when I link up with other people with that same light; it’s a powerful thing! If you think i’m laying on the compliments rather thickly–Jeremy is also NOT the longest of winds person when it comes to talking! Ha ha. So this interview is a bit short and i’m trying to fill this blog out as much as possible. Y’all didn’t come to hear me ramble so let’s go ahead and jump into this interview, shall we?! WHAT DEFINES JEREMY? What defines me…umm… HOW DO YOU VIEW YOURSELF? I view myslef as funny and outgoing. Somewhat courageous–to an extent. Uh, sports lover OF COURSE; anything sports man. Football is my main passion. Football is my life fam. Church goer. I love God. 


LAST QUESTION, OKAY? AND I WANT YOU TO THINK ABOUT THIS BEFORE YOU ANSWER. WHAT DOES BEING A BLACK AMERICAN MEAN TO YOU? I mean it’s hard, it really is, being a black man in a pretty much white mans world. It’s tough, but I mean…we struggle, but we make it. So in all what being a black American person to me is that you are going to have your trials and tribulations and your struggles compared to most people. Key is, you are going to overcome and rise above it all. You just have to keep pushing forward.”In this day and age with social media pretty much being the dawn of our generation receving the news it is so hard to filter through what is real and what is agenda pushed. During what seemed like the never ending cycle of unarmed black men being killed and church members being killed solely based on the color of their skin, I began to pray harder than ever for the black men in our community. People sometimes brush off and ignore things that do not happen in our own backyard. They think that because it does not happen here it just won’t happen. That is absolutely false. I remember one day I sat with Jeremy and truly asked him how does he truly feel with everything going on. He said, “Honestly Mar’V I am scared. Every time I’m in my car I think, ‘is this my last day? Could this be it?’ Yet, I can’t live in fear. I can’t operate like that. Life goes on and though it is unfortunate, man, I can’t let fear run me. How do you feel?” Honestly, at first I could not answer because I was tearing up, (being the emotional overly sensitive moon child that I am) because I was thinking that my brothers and sisters around me are made for a greater purpose than being judged by their skin color. I absolutely hate; for my brothers especially; that we have to walk around to “prove” we are NOT what society or our environment thinks we are/aren’t. Jeremy as well as the “Squad” of boys he is surrounded with, I pray for you guys on the daily. The enemy is always circling seeking whom he shall devour.  (1 Peter 5:8) I pray against all of these attacks because the enemy himself can NOT touch God’s anointed! (Psalm 105:15). We have some incredible men with incredible stories to share if you are willing to sit and listen. I am so happy to have young black men who want something more; and are chasing after something more; in life than the box some may place them in. Kudos to the “Squad”. 

Ciao XOXO๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹

Miss Karmelia Prince

Miss Karmelia, can I say this one was by far my favorite interview! I adore her views and I can see how strong she is through her world view. Once again, this is to set a positive black image and just for the world to see how we 20 and 30 somethings see the world as it is today. Black History is more than Malcom X, Rosa Parks and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. We are making history E V E R Y D A Y! Here is a great interview I conducted with Miss Karmilia Prince: 

“WHAT DEFINES YOU AS KARMELIA? HOW DO YOU VIEW YOURSELF? God fearing, compassionate, caring…stubborn…AREN’T WE ALL? (both laugh) ARE YOU THE BABY OF THE FAMILY? Yes, yes I am! (Both laughs) I THINK THAT’S A ‘BABY OF THE FAMILY’ TRAIT! (Both laughs) I am a little spoiled. I’m not going to change that, so…(both laughs) It is what it is! No worries there. (Laughs) I’m loving, i’m loyal…so yeah. 

SO WHAT ARE THREE WORDS THAT SUM UP WHO YOU ARE? Christian. All woman. What would be a third one? (Looks around) Um…i’m trying to think of a good one to say. Selfless? Yeah, selfless. Like, i’m not a selfish person. I give my all to everybody. 

MY LAST QUESTION WILL BE TOUGH! BUT I WANT YOU TO THINK ABOUT IT BEFORE YOU ANSWER. (Laughs) Okay… OKAY, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT BEING A BLACK AMERICAN TODAY? I feel like my life doesn’t matter. My opinion doesn’t matter. And I don’t want to say fear because I believe in a God that knows all (laughs); I feel that God will heal us as a land; I feel that as a people we need to come together because as of right now I feel that we are all divided. And I don’t feel safe. I don’t feel safe for my father, I don’t feel safe for my brother, you know, I don’t feel safe for my sister, and I don’t feel safe for the generations that is coming behind us. Instead of us moving forward I feel like we are moving backwards. I really want to look at it as me being a black woman, you know; ‘I’M STRONG! I’M BLACK AND I’M PROUD!’ and I want to push forward with that, but who back us up? You know, I can push forward with that all I want too, but if no one is behind me, then where am I going to go? NOWHERE! You are going to sit stagnant… THAT IS A GOOD VIEW! DO YOU EVER THINK THAT HOLDS YOU BACK SOMETIMES? I believe it does! Let’s say me being a black woman and a white woman go for the same position–she’ll more than likely get it; even if I have more experience; because she is a white woman. WHY DO YOU THINK THAT IS? I think it’s a fear of what black people can do! We are strong and they see we are strong, but they want to keep us weak. (Laughs) That’s just how I look at it and it’s a shame and sad to say that it’s easier for a black woman than a black man. Being the double minority that we are, why is it so much tougher for “us” than “them”?! You know?! (Laughs) AND and if we do get something, “they” say, ‘oh it’s because of affirmative action’. NOT BECAUSE of my ability, my talent or my skill, you know, it’s because I should feel privileged that I get my 40 acres and a mule! (Both laughs) THAT IS A STRONG STANCE! I RESPECT THAT! (Laughs) That is just how I see it! We’ll just throw out affirmative action to make “them” feel better about themselves, BUT, at times I feel like others don’t think we as black people have the same ability as others do. So it’s like, ‘oh well, we have to have a black person so they won’t say we’re racist so I’ll give it to them’. You know? I LOVE THAT! (I say sarcastically) YES! You’re the only one in the company and if I just get that one black in there; no other cultures like latino, asain or something like that, oh no! Just one black person IN THE WHOLE COMPANY and they like, ‘we’re not racists!’ (Laughs) THAT’S MY FAVORITE! I LOVE THAT! (Again, I say sarcastically). That is just how I view the world, you know.”

And what a beautiful view it is! Karmilia is one strong, beautiful, proud black woman and I am forever grateful for you for sharing your world with me. We are all game changers and history makers, and it starts by being a stronger healthier community; truly becoming one nation under God. 

Ciao XOXO๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹

Mr. George Fosterย 

Mr. George Foster is a well known and well respected head football coach of the Mean Machine Dream Team Youth in Cape Girardeau. I met him about four years ago seeing that he was my friends dad. I never believed her when she said he was a football coach, he was too quiet to me! Ha ha Yet once he opened up about sports, it was a completely different person talking to me at that moment. Lol here’s an interview I conducted with Mr. Foster gaining his perspective of the world we live in: 

What defines you as a person; like how do you view yourself? I view myself as a simple black american…I’m from the south, basically. I kept my sounther roots I’d like to think. Love everybody. What values me; uh what I value is trying to enjoy a bit of everybody, trying to take a piece of everybody, trying to look at the positive from everybody; that’s all I can do; try to do, trying to treat everybody how I would want to be treated, you know? I don’t know (laughs) I’m just a simple country boy. (Smiles and laughs) 

If you could sum yourself up in three words, what would they be? Oooh, come on! (Laughs) I don’t know…uh let’s see, loving, uh sports driven, uh… okay, three words…and (pauses looks out onto the field) AND child advocate! I love the kids! That’s good! I think that would definitely be three things that if someone were to ask me if I knew you, that would be the perfect three. Let’s see, child advocate. I love the kids! As long as I can send them home, (laughs) you know to somebody’s home anyway (laughs). โ€‹

Okay, now my last question โ€‹is going to be a little tougher. But I want you to give me a real raw answer, okay? What does being a black American mean to you? Dedicated to the cause! Okay, what I mean by dedicated to the cause is the same things our older black folks have died for; the right to vote, to which I know a lot of us didn’t do; uh standing up for yourself! Being proud of who you are! The excuses that we have now, that we NEVER use to have; our black people before us, our grandparents our great grandparents; it would have been easier for them to have excuses too! But they didn’t have excuses. You know, now the youngest set (generation); everybody has excuses! You know before welfare, what do you think happened before welfare? EVERYBODY has welfare now! My grandparents, they didn’t have welfare. Okay? They had to get out there and work, do what they had to do, you know we survived. Use to be a time we all took care of each other, you know? Use to take a village to raise a family. Now, now we’ve gotten away with that, as black americans. (Laughs) I don’t know, I love my people! I love them dearly! Okay? I will be black until I die, I will die for my cause like I said! (Laughs) I know, I guess I grew up in a different era. You know, I remember being the first African American to go to my elementary school and JR High school, you know, during the bussing. Uhh, being called different little names as you can imagine, yet all of us were stronger for it; you know, all of us took care of each other. Little black boys took care of little black girls, little black girls took care of little black boys. We didn’t degrade each other. We didn’t call each other the “B” word or the “N” word, and all that other crazy stuff. I just feel like, that we as a black people need to stop being so hard on ourselves, hard on everyone else; lighten up is what I am trying to say. You know, the good Lord is going to take care of us, He is going to make a way for ALL His people. He is going to make a way. Everybody is worried about Mr. Trump. I’m a little worried about him too, but I think in the long run he is going to realize that he is going to need us just as much as we need him. It’s going to be hard to survive in America when you are a minority in your own country. You know what I mean? In a nut shell; the bottom line is that there’s good white folks, there’s good black folks, there’s good and bad in both and there’s good and bad in everybody. We just have to learn to take everyone for who they are.”

I hope and pray you guys got a little something out of this interview and the interviews that are to come. It is so fascinating to me to pick the brains of both the older and younger generations and gain a new perspective of the world around us. Thank you Mr. Foster for setting the example for our young black men to follow. 

Ciao, XOXO๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹

Black hiS T O R Y

It’s finally here! It is February 1st and it’s also my favorite month for two reasons. Reason two, Valentines Day marks five months to the day until my birthday๐ŸŽ‰, and reason one: IT’S BLACK HISTORY MONTH! โœŠ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ

With everything that is going on in the news and media; social media; outlets, I want to shed a postive light on some local black heros here in our own back yard. First starting with me ๐Ÿ˜Š. Now, this is not to offend any one. There will be some things I will say as apart of my research that will probably make you uncomfortable. Well, welcome to America. ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ

In research, history tells us that in 1619 slavery in America began when the first African slaves were forcibly broguht to the North American colony of Jamestown, Virgina. Reasons being to help crop tobacco and other lucrative crops to sell. [] Now, let’s speed ahead to the late 1900s. The year 1997 and a young Angel Mar’Vette was spending the summer with her close family friend and went to vacation bible school with them. She, (let’s call her Barbie), was a grade ahead of me, so we were separated to our own respective grade classes. ‘Barbie’ and I are the same age just to add an fyi, but the way Cape Public Schools and my birthday being in July, I was in the older crowd of my graduating 2008 class. A N Y W A Y S, I was having a great time learning about Jesus and eating snacks and keeping to myself until it came time to make these puppets out of paper sacks. This kid; let’s call him ‘Peter’; comes over to my table and says to me, “Yeah, you’re paper bag needs to be darker. Because you know, you’re so BLACK!” I stared at him and just laughed because my dear, you are not telling me anything different that I don’t know. Did I mention I was not the only black chold in this class, just a new black child ‘Peter’ did not know. Class moves on, I continue to make my puppet and ‘Peter’ continues to taunt me about my skin color. I let it roll off my back until it came to story time. The teacher whips out the book James and The Giant Peach and I am already up front waiting to listen. ‘Peter’ taps my shoulder and says, “Um excuse me, all the black people have to sit in the back!” I. HAD. HAD. IT!  Not knowing how to process this new emotion of anger, I just cried. “Why are you being so mean to me? I’ve said nothing to you all day and you’ve done nothing but call me names! Why?” ‘Peter’ uttered the first of many many times I would hear this response, “Because you are black.” The teacher stopped story time and just had us color until our parents came to pick us up. Of course, Miss Cynthia was thrilled to pick her child up that has been crying. (I say oh so sarcastically). I tell her my side of the story, she makes me point him out, then has a stern whisper confrontation in front of ‘Peters’parents, then we go home. 

At home, we sit down and I try to process all of my feelings about what has happened. She tells me about how there are people in this world who are not going to like me based on my skin color. She tells me a story about how when she was in the second grade, that’s when schools around the Charleston, MO area began to desegregate and she cried. I looked at her with a tear stained face and laughed. “Momma, why did you cry? Have you never seen a white person before?” Miss Cynthia smiles with her tear stained face and assures me, “It’s not that I haven’t seen a white person before, it was just a time when blacks and whites were seperated and now all of a sudden we were together. It was an adjustment for all of us, and we literally spent the first couple of days just crying.” 

That incident with ‘Peter’ was my first taste of racism. From that day forward it made me question everyone around me. Do they genuinely like me for me or are they going to judge me solely based on the color of my skin? 

20 something odd years later and racism and prejudices still run the world. The only difference between myself then and now, is that now I don’t let it affect me as much. People opposite of your culture will never understand what you go through unless they sit down and have a conversation with you. So many times the older generation talks down on me and tells me how I should feel and act when it comes to hot button issues. They are almost condescending and there’s not much I can do to react because I do not want to perpetuate the “black female” sterotype. I smile and nod and ultimately walk away. I can write books soley on the times I’ve been picked on and over looked based on just being black, but that’s not my purpose in life. My purpose is to educate and inspire any and everyone I come in contact with. I want to be a light and have others see Jesus through the way He works in me. Also buy tons of makeup and clothes. Ha ha. Ladies and gents, we live in a beautiful and trying time. We live in an ultra sensitive society and we still have a voice that needs to be heard. I am proud of all of my brothers and sisters who are standing up for a need of change. To be organized and come together; that is truly something beautiful. I am not a perfect person, I am far from it. I just strive to be more like Jesus each day. Hopefully I can inspire my younger brothers and sisters that no matter your cultural ethnicity or societal upbringings, YOU CAN BE SOMEBODY! You ARE more than a conqueror, you ARE kings and queens of this world, YOU have a voice that will change this world for generations to come! This month, get to know your neighbors and celebrate your black history. If you want to know more about me, hit me up on the snap! I love to chat! Ciao, XOXO๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹