The Black Panther – an Assay Test for Vibranium or Black People?

From the time I saw the promos of the Black Panther film, I was excited to watch it and for sure my family and I were there to see it in 3D.  I confess, I don’t think I have heard of it as a comic, but I love Marvel and Sci-fi films so my introduction to it as a movie just blew me away.  The message of a strong and empowered black African women warriors of the Kingdom of Wakanga was great.  The King and most of the Royal family were dealing responsibly with choices they made regarding the ownership of Vibranium.  With such a hi-tech laboratory and a clever Princess who was a scientist, the mountain ore’s assay test must have been a welcome asset. The consequences therefore of such a valuable mineral resonated a timely wake-up call to this wholesome and hidden country being pulled on to the international stage.

No story is complete without the relationships elements of family, nations, social conscience and equality.

The film oozes QUALITY, in fiction meets real life, in scratching the African and African-American and Afro-Caribbean relationship dialogue.  Who are we to each other? What’s stopping us being connected?  Is this the test?

I applaud MARVEL the makers of this film and the actors for a superb job.  It was exemplary in the story line, the quality of the acting, directors and the producers, the sets, the locations, the costumes, the music, the sound effects, the financiers and everyone involved.  I sound like I have just received an Oscar for watching it and I am thanking everyone.

Go see Chadwick Boseman as the Black Panther, Michael B Jordan as Eric Killmonger, Lupita Nyong’o as Nakia, Danai Gurira and many others.   I am going to watch it again and again.





Knackered was one of the words frequently used in my first years in England.  It’s amazing what nostalgia it brings to mind. As new generations come, so do their language.

A jolt, a song and a Birthday breakfast.


I felt the jolt, as I was in deep sleep I thought it was a dream.  Then came another and another, so it wasn’t a dream after all.  I distinctively heard children’s voices singing “Happy Birthday to you Mum, Happy Birthday to you Mum ” and they added their own verse, “Wake up and eat your breakfast”.  At this point I started yawning and stretching, with the aroma of a delicious English Breakfast and the children’s happy faces, I didn’t need any convincing.  I thanked, hugged and kissed each of them and winked at my husband who had supervised their morning endeavours.

Cranky kids

Ever been shopping and if not yours but another parent’s kid gets cranky and screams?  I always put it done to a very tired kid who has just had enough of shopping.  What do you think and have you ever been the parent with the cranky kid?  I have had a little taste of this and more of trying to catch up with the  ‘100 metre dash’ through the store aisles..