My MAMA!!! MY GG!!!

After amazing success as the Environmental Service Association, Muh asked my mother to be the president of a younger version of the Environmental Service Association. She called it the Junior E.S.A. It consisted of twelve women who shared the same vision and initiative of the original E.S.A which was to inspire and serve. The women in my mother’s group were confident. They once rented a limousine and were dressed in formal sequin gowns. My mother organized countless parties that drew crowds of hundreds. She choreographed dances for the members to perform, facilitated meetings, and arranged outfits. The women adorned themselves with rhinestone jewelry and makeup. Their hair would be freshly relaxed with finger waves, up-do’s, and French rolls. They were 1990’s royalty and I was in awe every time I saw them prepare for their cabarets. The majority of them were plus size women with different hues of brown skin. Everyone was gorgeous to me. I wanted to be like them. When my mother was gone to her cabaret my sister and I would pretend we were apart of the Junior E.S.A. We’d take blankets and wrap them around our waist. I would dance in the mirror with a towel on my head pretending it was my hair. As strained as my relationship was with my mother it never changed the fact that deep inside of me I wanted to be like her and strongly desired her approval. The women of the Junior E.S.A social club were modern-day superheroes. By day they were McDonald’s shift managers, gas station clerks, or daycare assistants but at night in the Silver Spoon or Purple Lounge, they were stars! All eyes were glued on them as they slayed the room. I’d watch them practice for hours at our house. My mother motivated women sizes 20, 22, and 24 to drop it low and pick all of it up real slow. Once my mother memorized the entire choreography of the song “I Get So Lonely” by Janet Jackson and taught it to the group. For their cabaret performance, they all danced with brim hats and sexy royal blue suits. My sister and I loved the morning after cabarets because we would sneak in the kitchen and eat all the leftovers from the party. We would dress up in our blankets and towels sit at the kitchen table and dine like royalty. Meatballs, devil eggs, ham sandwiches, cocktail sausages, and chicken salad with crackers was our menu. We’d fix fruit punch in wine glasses and while mama was sleeping we’d pretend to be her. I watched the women of Junior E.S.A pray, donate to others, and organize all while having fun. The Junior E.S.A continued for ten years and then began to dissolve as people grew and became invested in their churches. I learned from those women, especially my mother. I learned how to perform, how to organize and put on a production. I learned how to lead people and control a room. I learned how to be creative and innovative despite financial limitations. And finally, I learned how to never give up. Thank you to my mother. My GG and first teacher.

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