Can You Handle It? Are you a Ride or Die?

There was a woman who asked the question: Could you handle a Freedom Fighter? Imagine who YOU gotta be if your King was a Messiah? Could you keep him inspired?

I gave deep thought, pondered, and replied with this answer:

Would I consider walking the journey Queen Mother Winnie walked with her King? Staying steadfast even when he was not physically with her, continuing his work in a manner that could very well lead her down the same path he walked. Walking the walk with such grace and elegance, designing and defining loyalty. Encompassing an understanding that the mission comes first but because the mission was part of her Freedom Fighter, it fueled her fire which was always on high.

I thought about the composure of Queen Mother Corretta. Holding it down while her Freedom Fighter was all over the world, watching him run on empty but gracefully filling him up when he would return. Raising the children, taking care of the home, and operations at home, he knew she held the secrets close to her heart. He never once carried a thought that she would commit betrayal. She was beyond a supporter; she was a believer in his dreams. Mastering an image that suited unification between the two of them together. Going beyond the dream and creating her magical reality of solidarity to her Freedom Fighter.

I thought about Queen Mother Betty Shabazz. The mirror of her Freedom Fighter, having to fight those within, the ones who claimed to support but presented an opportunist approach. Releasing strength to keep her composure even when the unthinkable was committed. Can you imagine what she had in her? I would like to think she was a fierce woman who was beside her King right up to the end. Her magical melanin supported her in such a way that she became a wonderful mystery to so many but her Freedom Fighter knew of her magical powers first hand, it was this power that sustained her heart which he carried with him always.

The question was still unanswered. Can I handle a Freedom Fighter? My first response is, there is no way anyone can handle a Freedom Fighter, they are not to be handled.

A King who gives it all up for the betterment of a people and not interested in individual gain. There is no roadmap for this type of excellence.

I hold the grace and elegance as Winnie, my loyalty to my King remains unmatched and my commitment surpasses my love.

I hold the same passion, courage, and dedication as Corretta. Providing a safe space for my King to feel the trust in my arms.

I hold the same strength as Betty, knowing that at any moment I can feel the same pain she felt at her darkest moments. Being able to show mercy to those who slander and disgrace her King, showing discipline to those who claim to support her King even when she knows differently. More importantly, never allowing her Freedom Fighter to lose hope. Keeping the work at the forefront and always honoring her King.

There is a difference in a Queen when she loves a Freedom Fighter. He’s a different type of King.

He needs my strength because the world is gonna attack, they are gonna want him to fold. I’m here to carry that weight when it feels too much for my Freedom Fighter. He needs my protection. He needs to feel safe with me and trust that what he says stays between us never wavering on our unity.

He needs my analytical thoughts. He needs to have confidential conservations that are only between me, him, and Olodumare.

He needs my passion for his care. Providing food for his mind, body, and soul. He needs my individuality because he knows that it can’t be duplicated or forced.

So my answer is simple: Can I love a Freedom Fighter?

My King is a Messiah and I’m his Queen, it’s my job to aspire to inspire.

Ride or Die hits differently when you know what kind of King you are honoring. Can I handle it? I’m divinely designed to handle it all for my Freedom Fighter King who is a Messiah, holding it down and not worrying about the fire around us but focusing on the fire within us.