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Cheers, people!  Let's get to it with the swiftness.  Listen to the latest installment of Afronerd Radio's Mid Week in Review airing this Wednesday at 8 p.m. eastern on the BTalk 100 platform.  The topics to be discussed by your competent AFROnerdist hosts are as follows:  the annual Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue has arrived but not without controversy.  The current magazine is sporting three separate covers featuring tennis champion, Naomi Osaka; rapper, Megan Thee Stallion, and model/actor, Lenya Bloom, the first transgender person to share the feature spot....we give our thoughts; Marvel's long-awaited and highly anticipated film, Black Widow entered its second week of release with a precipitous drop in revenue and now the speculators are wondering why did it happen and, does this spell trouble for Disney's decade-plus commercial streak?; something we failed to address during Sunday's Grindhouse show, must be addressed-the finances of our favorite comic creators.  the daughter of noted graphic novelist, Alan Moore explains and defends her father concerning his consistent critique of the comic industry's long-standing failure to pay writers fairly for their IPs that have gone on to become billion-dollar franchises;        

Dburt has some thoughts about a recent commentary by recent guest, Dr. T. Hasan Johnson concerning the not-so-subtle obfuscation of Black men and their accomplishments by mainstream media;  Didn't we just dissect the UK racism story involving vitriol spewed toward black British football players?  Well let's fast forward to the hatred foisted upon Formula One racing great, Lewis Hamilton, who received online racist barbs after he won the British Grand Prix; Lastly, educator/progressive pundit and resident blerd, Dr. Jason Johnson has some rather interesting "black lens" thoughts pertaining to Disney +'s Loki finale.    

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Unexpectedly, “Off the Yak” rapper Young M.A was trending on social media yesterday after rumors swirled that she was pregnant.

Essentially, the rumor stemmed from an interview the rapper did with Dish Nation’s radio personality Headkrack. When he’d asked her, “Can you see yourself being a parent?” she responded by saying, “Absolutely, I’m going to be married by then.”

Clearly, the interview must have gotten misconstrued and spread out of context somehow. Young M.A went on to explain that she’d like to have a boy before having a girl since that’s how she was raised — with an older brother to look out for her. She’d like her future daughter to experience that as well.

“I told my girl this,” the rapper explained to Headkrack. “I said ‘I rather a boy first because he’ll be the one taking care of his little sister.’ And he gotta hold her down ’cause that’s how [it] was with me. My brother was… My big brother, rest in peace. And then my mom had me… So, he made sure I was straight even though I learned from him, at the same time, it made me thorough.”

“So, that’s kinda what I want,” she continued. “I want my little girl to be thorough, too, like her brother.”

The clip of their interview had Young M.A — also known for her hits “OOOUUU” and “Successful” — ablaze on Twitter with people tweeting things like:

https://twitter.com/fbgwayno/status/1417613700786266117

Where y’all getting this info that Young MA PREGNANT?? pic.twitter.com/nVfDAoNV2Y

— daddy. (@THEEguy_) July 20, 2021

https://twitter.com/21_GunSalute/status/1417632074735915010

When The Shade Room posted the clip of the radio interview she’d done, the rapper went to the comments to address the false rumors that she was expecting. She simply emphasized, “Of course my girl is the one that’s gone be pregnant that’s why I looked at her and mentioned her smh.. y’all bored lol but I get it.. sell ya stories ?  and we workin on one now ? .”

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E3 has come and gone with all the big-name games taking the spotlight. Unfortunately, a lot of lesser-known indie games, which arguably need more attention than the big wigs, are being overshadowed. This sucks, because there are a lot of really dope video games coming from some awesome Black devs out there. So, why not do our part and talk about some new and upcoming games from Black developers that you might want to check out in the near future.

Aerial_Knight’s Never Yield – Aerial_Knight

Sometimes you wanna just vibe out with a game and what better way to do that than an endless runner? Better yet, one with a killer soundtrack. Aerial_Knight’s Never Yield is one of the few games on this list that’s already out. Recently released and created by indie dev Neil Jones aka Aerial_Knight himself, with help from Head Up Games. This endless runner is a fun side scroller with a story to tell and plenty of obstacles to hop, dash, and dodge. Like most games in this genre, there is a moderate level of challenge that comes with nailing the right moves to keep moving. Once you’re in the groove, that’s when the game really shines. Aerial_Knight’s Never Yield is available right now on Steam, Epic Games Store, and all major consoles. 

Coreupt – Team Coreupt

Coreupt has been on my radar since last year. You gotta love games made by fighting game fans because there is a certain level of detail that only they can get right. The same is true of Jesse Wright and Coreupt, a 3D fighting game taking inspiration from other fast-paced and combo-heavy games like Street Fighter. This indie game is still early in development, but it’s already catching the eye of plenty in the fighting game community. It’s definitely visually impressive, sporting graphics comparable to current-gen 3D games. From what Wright has shown, the character designs are unique, and the gameplay has a certain pop to it. Looking forward to seeing how this game shapes up in the coming future. For now, players can head on over to Wright’s Twitter page where he constantly gives fans development updates.

Grid Force: Mask of the Goddess – Playtra Games

I know we have plenty of Mega Man Battle Network fans out there and like all things Mega Man, if Capcom won’t keep the spirit of those games alive, others will. Grid Force: Mask of the Goddess is being developed by Playtra Games, a studio founded by Dan Bernardo. This grid-based shoot‘em up looks hectic, fun, and fast-paced with the added element of strategy and focus to its shooting gameplay. What makes this game unique is the promise of a cast made of all female characters, more than 35 of which will be playable. In an interview with Pink News, Dan Bernardo emphasized the decision to make a game with all female characters, stating “All of us had a female, a very strong female person, who taught each one of us messages about perseverance and survival.” In the interview, he also discusses the importance of including LGBT+ stories and adding female writers to the project. Grid Force: Mask of the Goddess is set to arrive sometime later this year, and you can wishlist Grid Force on Steam right now.

5 Force Fighters – Kazien Creed

This is another fighting game, because we love that shit. Less than a week into its Kickstarter, 5 Force Fighters already made its Kickstarter goal and then some. If you love Marvel vs. Capcom or Dragon Ball FighterZ, you might want to pay attention. 5 Force Fighters is a hand-drawn 2D fighter with a striking comic book art style. It’s one of those hyperactive fighting games where your opponents get launched into the sky and combos last as long as you can make them. As the title suggests, five unique fighters make up the game so far along with a story mode, training mode, and ranked online play, rollback netcode, and more. Kaizen Creed has a heavy Twitter presence, where fans can stay updated on the ongoing development of the game. While 5 Force Fighters is planned to release next year, you can add the game to your Steam wishlist and still contribute to the Kickstarter to help creators Kazien Creed reach their stretch goals.

Kena: Bridge of Spirits – Ember Lab

Perhaps the most high-profile indie game on our list, Kena: Bridge of Spirits has the distinction of being one of the few games coming exclusively to PlayStation systems (PS4/PS5) and the Epic Games Store. This adventure is a story-driven game being made by Ember Lab, a studio formed by brothers Mike and Josh Grier. The two are putting the studio’s animation skills to the test (they are best known for their Majora’s Mask: Terrible Fate fan short) as Kena sports gorgeous 3D animated visuals that could easily be confused for a Pixar film. Previews have been positive as the game looks to throw players into a world of magic, spirits, and combat with an interesting system that involves the companion characters you meet throughout the story. It’s also one of the few games out right now that is taking advantage of the Dualsense haptic feedback controller. While Kena: Bridge of Spirits has been featured pretty heavily on PlayStation’s marketing and showcases, there still feels like it has a few surprises up its sleeve and plenty of wonders when it drops this August.

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Jodi Savage

Francine “Frankie” Lons, R&B singer Keyshia Cole’s biological mother, died of an overdose on July 18, 2021—her 61st birthday.

The world was introduced to Frankie on the reality show Keyshia Cole: The Way It Is in 2006. She later starred in other reality shows, including Frankie and Neffe that gave its audience a front row seat into the family’s life. Over the years, the shows documented Frankie’s ongoing struggle with drug addiction; Frankie’s complicated relationship with Keyshia and her other children; and the impacts of Frankie’s years of being an absentee mother. Frankie was so relatable because many of us have Frankies in our own families.

When I looked at Frankie, I saw my mother. Like Frankie, my mother Cheryl struggled with a decades-long drug addiction that prevented her from raising my younger brother and me. Like Frankie, my mother recently passed away at age 61. Although metastatic breast cancer was the cause of my mother’s death, her almost 40-year crack cocaine addiction plagued her up to the end—always threatening to ruin her good times, always her comfort in bad times. She’d been in numerous inpatient and outpatient drug treatment programs over the years. Although some bouts of sobriety were longer than others, she’d eventually relapse. Much like grief, loving my mother was an exercise in hope, disappointment, anger and finally acceptance.

*

Cheryl taught me that addicts are not reliable, even when they love you. They can’t be counted on to show up or stay put. I only saw her when Granny and I went to Florida during holidays and summers. Even then, my mother was usually MIA and we never spent extended periods of time together.

I remember a time when I finally had my mother to myself. She came to the local YWCA, where my Aunt Lil was the executive director. When my mother stopped by, she was frailer than usual. Her limbs looked like thin sticks. Black keloid-like sores covered her arms and the back of her neck. She once told me she’d gotten the sores because of the filth she often lived in. 

“Sometimes I be so shame to come around the family cus of how I look,” she said.

I still loved my mother—through her sores and emaciation and disappearing acts. That day at the Y, she wanted to sleep. I wanted to be next to her, so I followed her to a dark room near the front of the building. We laid together on a small, child’s cot—my mother with her back against the wall, spooning me as I lay facing the doorway across from us.

​“Don’t leave while I’m sleeping,” I told her.

​“I won’t,” she promised.

When I awoke, she was gone.  

*

The only birthday card I remember ever receiving from my mother is the one she sent me from jail for my 14th birthday, a few weeks after I started high school in 1992. She had made it herself by folding a piece of white paper in half.

On the front, she used a black pen to draw an intricate, calligraphy-like rose with thorns. She did not color it in, but drew a red ribbon wrapped around the white rose. Beside it, she wrote in big graffiti letters, “Happy 14th Birthday Jodi.” She wrote a message for me on the inside.

Jodi,

​I wish I could be with you on your special day. You will be in my thoughts and prayers. Happy Birthday!

​​​​​​​           Love Ya,

​​​​​​​          Your Mother Cheryl

That birthday card hung on my bedroom wall until I was thirty-two years old. When I finally took it down, I took a picture of it and saved it on my phone. But sometimes I take the three-dimensional card out to remember the imperfect love of the woman whose hands crafted it.

*

In my twenties, my mother was sentenced to three years in a Florida prison and completed a portion of that time in a work-release program. When she was about to be discharged from the program, she asked to come live with Granny and me in New York.

“I can help you take care of momma,” my mother would tell me.

At the time, I was a few years out of law school and overwhelmed with work and being the sole caregiver for Granny, who had Alzheimer’s disease. I certainly could’ve usedhelp caring for Granny. It would’ve also been a chance for me, my mother and Granny to start anew—three generations of women reunited and living under one roof. As enticing as this sounded, however, I knew it was pure fantasy. My mother had never taken care of anyone in her life.  Her rap sheet and crack cocaine addiction were almost as old as me. Not to mention that my Brooklyn neighborhood had its fair share of drug dealers. It would take more than hope to keep my mother clean. The wisdom of my choice didn’t stop me from being angry at my mother. Once again, I had to be the responsible adult while she struggled to hold her life together.

Our tenuous relationship began to crumble after I decided not to allow Cheryl to move in with Granny and me. It was a clear declaration: I choose Granny over you. I choose myself over you. Sometimes “no” is the best way to save yourself.

*

About six years ago, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.

“Am I going to see you before I die?” she asked me on the phone while laughing.

​“Chile, I don’t know,” I responded.

We had not spoken or seen each other since Granny’s funeral in 2011. Although she laughed and sounded light-hearted, I knew her question really meant, I don’t know how much time I have left. We need to make things right. When your mother summons you, you answer. I flew to Florida shortly after that conversation.

We hugged when she met me at the airport. She wore jeans and a matching jean jacket. Most prominent was the flatness where her left breast used to be, and her thick, false eyelashes.

“I love ya lashes, miss thang,” I said to her.

“Thank you. I did ‘em for you,” she replied.  

“Well, I sure do appreciate it,” I said.

Ever the fashionista, my mother was a connoisseur of lace front wigs, false eyelashes, fresh manicures, and designer glasses.

Jodi Savage

We spent a lot of time together during my trip. As we sat on my aunt and uncle’s front porch, we talked about things we’d never uttered to each other or anyone else. I asked her hard questions that made her nervous.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you. For everything,” my mother told me.

I had long forgiven her for not being the mother I needed her to be.

“Now that I’ve seen you, I’m ready to die,” my mother said.

*

After I found a lump in my left breast on October 7, 2020, my mother was one of the first people I called. By that time, her breast cancer had progressed to stage 4. I was afraid and she was the only person I knew who would understand what I was going through. She called and texted me incessantly to make sure I scheduled my mammogram and to find out the results of my biopsy. After I was diagnosed with breast cancer, we talked regularly throughout the months of my surgery and treatment. It was the most we’d talked in my forty-two years, the closest we’d ever been. But even then, her addiction was always lurking. Whenever we didn’t speak for an extended time, I knew she was out getting high. Still, it felt good to be mothered when I needed my mother most.

*

Cheryl called me early on the morning of March 10, 2021, as I shook off sleep and stumbled to the bathroom.    

“Jodi, can you help me write a book about my life?”

She had launched right into her request without any salutations or small talk. She was amped up, energized as if she had been awake for hours. There was a sense of urgency in her voice.  

“You wanna write a book?” I asked.

She had never expressed an interest in writing. I once sent her links to essays I’d written. But I doubt she read them because she never mentioned them after that day.  

“Yea. I think my story could really help a lot of women. My addiction, my cancer, my hooking, things I been through.”    

​And then we got cut off. I figured it was her ghetto phone acting up again. It had a tendency of hanging up without warning. I had just finished five and a half weeks of daily radiation treatments a couple of days prior and was relieved to not have to wake up so early. I crawled back into bed, thinking I’d just talk to Cheryl later.

Later that day, she asked my brother for some of the money he’d been holding for her. She told him she needed the money because she wanted to open a bank account. With money in hand, Cheryl left my brother’s house and got high.

When I spoke to her several days later, I didn’t bother to ask why she had gone in search of drugs. I knew why. The pull of her addiction was stronger than her willpower. Because she usually relapsed at the two-month sobriety mark. Because she’d been an addict for over forty years. Asking an addict why she got high is like asking why I keep drinking Coca Cola or why a runner hits the pavement. I wasn’t looking for an explanation about why she hadn’t or couldn’t make better choices. I was just glad she was safe and wanted her to know I loved her.

“Well, at least you were only gone for a couple of days. Your binges usually last weeks at a time,” I told her.

“I guess you’re right. Progress, not perfection,” she said.

*

My mother summoned me for a second time, this time on the evening of March 20th. When I answered the phone, my cousin started speaking.

“Cheryl is real sick, but she wants to talk to you. Hold on,” he said.

My mother got on the phone.

“Jodi, I need to see your face. I don’t wanna die alone in a motel room. I need to see your face. I don’t wanna die alone in a motel room,” she kept repeating while crying and gasping for air.

She’d been staying in a motel since leaving my brother’s house. Her high-pitched, reedy voice sounded so thin, like it might snap and disappear at any moment. My cousin and I tried to console her.

“I got her,” my cousin told me. “I’ma take her to the hospital. I’ll call you when she gets settled.”

After my cousin took Cheryl to the emergency room, she was placed in hospice. I arrived in Florida a week later to see my mother for the last time.

*

It’s easy to look at women like Frankie and Cheryl and just see drug addiction, pain and wasted potential. But our Frankies and Cheryls are so much more than their addictions. Cheryl was hilarious, was the life of any room she entered and never bit her tongue. She loved and doted on my brother’s three children. She believed in dressing up, even when she didn’t feel well. Cheryl had a beautiful soprano voice she used in choirs as a child and in her final months whenever I asked her to sing for me. She had the courage to be honest, vulnerable and afraid. She was brave enough to live and die on her own terms—even when others didn’t agree.

“Despite Cheryl’s life of addiction, she’s left a good legacy. Look at the two of you,” the hospice social worker said to my brother and me.

A friend recently told me I had inherited my mother’s strength, courage and bubbly disposition under even the toughest circumstances.

These are the memories I’ll cherish.

I mourn the loss of my mother. I mourn the loss of the relationship we were developing and the years we spent estranged. I mourn the lost hope of a sober life for her. But I am grateful for all the in-between times. The times in between her drug binges. The good times. May we remember and continue to love our Frankies and Cheryls. They were here.

They loved and they were loved.