Diva Academy

Being called a daddy's girl or a little princess were not names I grew up hearing, you see like millions of other girls around the world I was raised without a D.A.D. I have found that many people like to act as though the lack of a father in the home did not and currently does not affect them but I always like to keep it very real and honest and admit that for me it did and still does affect me.

Yes of course I have got on with my life and yes I had a good childhood with an amazing Mum...but a DAD is a DAD and nothing or no one can replace that part of who you are.

I had to be told I laughed like my DAD or was feisty and sharp witted like he was, I didn't have him around to see it for myself.

I called his mobile this morning....'calls are currently not being connected to this number'....was all I got. I smiled because at least after 16 years I actually had a number to call him on. I remember at 13 years old sitting at the kitchen table with Mum, my younger sister and a man who I knew was my DAD but you see the last time I had seen him I was about 7 years old the word DAD could not come out of my mouth to address him it felt like a dirty word. MUM, MUM, MUM was all I knew, she helped me with my homework, she paid for school trips, she prayed over me when I woke up from a bad dream and later she would wipe my tears after my marriage broke down and she would be there to cradle my firstborn.


I think...No I believe things would have been different for me and my relationships with men had he been around. After all your DAD is the first man we women fall in love with...right? No one was there to scare the losers away, sit potential suitors down and talk to them man to man and basically set a standard. Mum being the generous and most welcoming woman you could ever meet would offer them bakes (fried dumplings)and fried chicken!

Anyway the fairytale ends with a random meeting with my father in West London last year, I spotted him and stood shocked for a moment but eventually approached him. I had been dreaming of this day for 16 years and now he was right in front of me. I was grown now and a mother what would I say to him, my DESERTER, ABANDONER AND DEPRIVER. 'Excuse me...are you ********' I asked. 'Yes', he replied. 'I'm Vee your daughter'..........!

One day I'll write what happened next, probably in my book as it is quite deep and there is always more to every story. I look at Eden-Rose now with her father and breathe a sigh of relief because I know whether me and her father are together or not she will never write this same story.

Hi diva's!

I have not written for a few day's but I'm back! FYI...Following the infamous bust-up between Rihanna and Chris Brown everyone's talking about domestic violence.

The BBC have produced a TV documentary that will be aired this evening called 'DANGEROUS LOVE' BBC3 @ 9PM...Be sure to catch it!

Why has
she done this to herself?

These picture's were taken just over a decade apart...
This is extremly sad. I could make so many jokes about this instead look out for my article SISTA'S AND SURGERY coming soon.

I wrote the blog below earlier today, but thought I would add some visuals to highlight just how brave Jade really is.

None of us who can hear or read could have possibly missed the headline grabbing story that is... JADE GOODY HAS CANCER . On the day it was announced that the cancer become terminal and that she would be dead in a matter of weeks I didn't sleep a wink. I stared at the ceiling, tears rolling down my cheeks, shocked to my very core that this 27 year old mum of two was going to die. I am a very rational person but this story caused me to become fearful and irrational, it caused me to ask the question 'what would I do if it was me?'

I remember when I was a teenager, ordering my friends that if I died I wanted them to scatter my ashes all over the floor at Colosseum (our favourite club!) or else I would come back to haunt them for clubbing without me! I objected to being left in a cold cemetary while they partied the night away...probably wearing my things!!! Maturity is a fantastic gift diva's...! Now my concern would be my daughter, my family and friends who's life I would no longer be a part of.

Like most women I hate having to make the appointment to go for a smear test, I mean who genuinely is excited about having their legs held open by force (don't answer that!) with your odd socks and poor attempt at a Brazilian exposed, then that medieval metal instrument shoved in your Miss Virginia and then having Cyril the cervix swabbed and scraped to within an inch of his life! NOT ME PEOPLE! Anyway saying that I am very on the ball with my smears after having an unsatisfactory result back in my early twenties. The letter came back to me stating that pre-cancerous cells had been found on my cervix and that I would have to have a colposcopy to remove them...The only word that stood out was 'cancerous' I was slightly shaken and proceeded to call my G.p and an appointment was made to have the cells lasered off.

I remember lying once again on my back, legs in stirrups but his time having the privilege of seeing my cervix in all its glory on screen! As the Doctor began the treatment I began to smell burning, I thought the hospital was on fire and began to panic as to how I was going to get to the safety meeting spot in the car park with my bum hanging out of the gown! But obviously the hospital was not on fire it was the abnormal cells being burnt off making me pre-cancerous cell free and able to move on happily and healthily. After that procedure I had to have my smears annually as opposed to every 3 years...but now after 4 years in the clear I can revert back normal...YAY ME!!!

Please ladies don't mess around with your health.

1. Do you know that a broken tooth, can cause an infection that can enter your brain.
   
2. A simple eye test can detect a brain tumour.
   
3. A smear test can prevent cervical cancer leading to an hysterectomy and/or death.
   
4. If you are bleeding very heavily during your periods you could have fibroids or endometriosis (I have been operated on for both-its no joke).
   

The list is endless, we take our kids and cars to get checked at the slightest sign of any problems. What about us? We run the show in our households so we need to be well and what's more our Health system is free so there is no excuse.

I have always liked Jade Goody even her racist episode with Shilpa didn't bother me that much , she is just stupid at times. I do rate the fact that for someone who speaks like they finished their education at 10 years old has done remarkably well for herself, I applaud her hard working nature and her carefree attitude to life and though I don't personally know her I will miss her on TV, I have enjoyed her.

Take care Jade, I salute you Diva x

Well as I mentioned last week I would be documenting what I had got up to on Saturday. You were also meant to to do it so I hope that my inbox will be full tomorrow!I spent my weekend with two lovely little girls my partner has named 'The Ragga Twins' so called because of their hysterical split personality! One minute they would be speaking the Queen's English albeit with northweezy twang, then all of a sudden it was as though they had been possessed by Shaka Demus and Pliers!! G and his son were happily chilling in my living room on the Friday night watching Sky sport's news while the twins were playing on the floor...Out of nowhere they just turned to the boy's and said "Who You A Look Pon! I was in the kitchen trying to hold back my laughter because even though it was rude, it was hysterical!

On Saturday night my Mum had a dinner party for about 20 odd guests, I didn't plan to stay but how could I resist the menu of Roast Lamb, Fried chicken, Lamb Curry, Coleslaw, Roast potatoes, Rice 'n' peas, apple crumble, cake and the rest! I ate and ate and the twins performed! "Can you dance girls"? they were asked "Yes", they replied "What can you do then"? "DUTTY WINE"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG I was in shock but once again couldn't help but laugh, they are so small to look at, then they just shock you with their patois. Like when Sharice (the bossier yet smaller of the two) was chasing Shanice (the bigger and more innocent of the two) It went a little something like this! "Cum ere gal...me a go murder you"!!! Yes I was and still am laughing!

Please note the 4 year old twins were born in the U.K and have spent only a fortnight in Jamaica on holiday last summer. They came back changed women!!!!! Be careful where you send your pickni...I mean children! x