N.Y.A.S.H.A.

“I didn’t know you could sing” - said a friend who has known me for over 10 years. 

I chuckled, but wasn’t surprised. I’ve been a few different versions of myself in my life so far. Some of them you might know, others you might not. Nyasha the lawyer. Nyasha the photographer. Nyasha the Soprano 2. Nyasha the Aries. Nyasha the middle sister. Nyasha the Delta. Nyasha the Wesleyan grad, now Nyasha the Trustee. Nyasha the over-achiever. Nyasha the procrastinator. Nyasha the mentor. Nyasha the mentee. 

I digress….

In this Jordan Year ‘23 version of myself, I want to more fully manifest Nyasha the Creative and Nyasha the Producer. 

What do I mean? 

For the past several years, I have been quietly ideating, writing, creating; working up the nerve to put myself out there. I had to navigate through my Erykah Badu "I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my shyt" phase. I still am. It’s a process, y’all. But I’m trying to push thru…. 

Last fall, I came up with this idea that I would release 28 essays/short stories/creative on each day of Black History Month. (emphasis on release)

I told a social-media-sports journalist friend of mine and my therapist. My friend said that sounds like a lot of work. I was like yea it is 😩😩😩. 

And yet…..here we are. 

For the next 28 days, I will share what I’ve been working on. Some are creative projects that I’ve finished, some are works in progress. Some are from my personal history, others are just me pontificating aka running my mouth. Ha! 

Oh, and as for the title? It’s a throwback to my college senior thesis concert: Now You’ll Accept, She Has Arrived (N.Y.A.S.H.A.)

thanks for reading.

and enjoy.

N