Why You Acting Like You Don't Know Me???

They call me Boss Lady

There're certain things about Norwegian folks that I just will never understand even if I lived here for 100 years. Picture this: you're at a social setting and you're mingling. You chat up with a few people and get to know them a little. You're thinking that it's always nice to meet new people and make new friends, right? That's what I'd be thinking too....Then fast forward two days after the gathering and the nice lady you had such a nice time with will bearly say hello when you meet her in the street. I kid you not. This phenomenon is soooo typical Norwegian and it irks the hell outta me!!! AAARRGGGG! 

Last Friday I went to the mall and met one of the personal trainers from my gym. I've had two training sessions with her and we've had several chats when I meet her at the gym. This bony heffa barely said hello to me when she saw me. I was so excited to see her and she couldn't get outta my sight fast enough. I was like ------------------->>>>>

She better not try to talk to me next time I see her at the gym. Coz...really??? You can only speak to me in that specific setting but not otherwise?? Get the f*ck outta here with that bullsh!t!!

~I'm the Boss Lady~

Are We Failing To Raise Our Boys To Be Men?

Young Simba and his dad, Mufasa from "The Lion King"

(After Mufasa saves Simba and Nala from the hyenas)

Simba: I was just trying to be brave like you.

Mufasa: I'm only brave when I have to be. Simba, being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble.

Simba: But you're not scared of anything.

Mufasa: I was today.

Simba: You were?

Mufasa: Yes. I thought I might lose you.

If the Lion King didn't touch some soft corners of your heart then something's wrong with you, for real. The Lion King still remains one of my favorite movies ever. I still tear up when I watch that movie, especially the scene where Simba is sobbing over Mufasa's death.....it touched my soul. I guess it's because I can't imagine losing my own dad. And it brings me to the core of something that's been bothering me for a while. Part of being a great father is teaching your son how to be a man, how to rise up and be a leader and when the time comes, become a great dad as well. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that mothers can't raise their sons without men because their are plenty of women doing a great job and cudos to them. Unfortunately, even more are doing a shitty job at raising boys to men. I really believe that it takes a man to teach a boy how to be one. I'm sure if Sarabi was forced to raise Simba alone she'd do a great job, but she could never teach him how to be a king like Mufasa did. What does that have to do with Gambian boys? I've had several convos with friends about this particular topic, and we've all wondered what the hell is going on with Gambian men nowadays? 

Ok, so there aren't really that many Gambians in Norway compared to for example England or the U.S. But we're here, while I'm still trying to understand why my parents chose to stay in this cold azz country - MADNESS. What is going on??? Let me just say that there are many good Gambian men out there, real men who take care of their families and handle their responsibilities like they should - BossPapa is living proof of that. However, there are far too many who just never grow up and I blame the mothers. The way I see it Gambian women over-coddle their sons and by doing so, cripple them for life. The gender roles are far more traditional in Gambia than in Norway. Little boys don't have to do sh!t, they get warm meals every day, clothes washed and ironed, and bed made. Mama looks the other way, or maybe even encourages him, when if he cheats on his wife. Fast forward to Norway where life is completely different and the son expects wifey to coddle him the same way mama used to. Both him and wifey work full time, but his azz is so used to mama doing everything for him that he expects wifey to do the same thing.

When they're not out hustling and giving honest Gambians a bad rep, they're kicking it at the cafes, pubs, or parks, instead of helping out at home and raising their sons. I understand that we came here to build a better life for ourselves, but damn! This "get rich or die tryin" mentality is slowly destroying us. How can you expect your son to become a productive and contributing member of society, devoted and responsible father, a man and a leader, if you don't follow by example??? Mothers, raise your sons! Ditch that mentality that boys should be catered to because that's a woman's job. Teach him ho to cook, do his laundries, to make his bed, and how to treat women right. Otherwise you're crippling him and the circle will never break.

~I'm the Boss Lady~

My One True Love

Today is the birthday of a very special person, the love and light of my life. It's hard to put into words what you mean to me. My friend, my lover, my confidant, my rock, my joy. When the sun was shining on us you were there with me - we laughed together while the sunbeam kissed our skin. As the rainy days emerged you were still there to offer me a big spot under your umbrella where you kept me safe and dry. 


You are the stars that light up when my days seem dark as night. You bring blue sky in my day when the dark clouds seem to gather. When the going gets tough and I feel like not going, you encourage me to take another step

God did not make you a perfect man, but He made you my perfect match. I love for who you are, for who I am when I'm with you You inspire me to be a better me, to be the best me I can be. To me you are a giant of a man and I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, then you would truely understand your greatness. You are my Mufasa - proud, strong, magnificent, and powerful. I LOVE YOU - deeply, madly, passionately.


Happy birthday, my love. May the Almighty bless you with many many more.








~I'm the Boss Lady~

Happy Birthday To Me!!!

ALHAMDULILLAH! Give thanks and praise to The Most High for blessing me to celebrate yet another birthday. I'm deeply humbled and grateful. Every day I look in the mirror and I'm proud of the wonderful person looking back at me - BOSS LADY. Yup, I'm greatness.com!!! HAPPY BORNDAY TO ME!!!






~I'm the Boss Lady~

She's a Stripper So That Makes Her a Hoe?

LOL the pic is hilarious though

One thing I never quite got is why women people give strippers such a hard time. I mean, I wouldn't choose it as a career path but I really try hard not to judge those who do. We just assume that they're hoes because they take their clothes off for money. I've been to a couple of strip clubs and I was truely fascinated. I wonder what their stories are. LOL it made me think of Chris Rock and what he called "the stripper myth".



What I don't like is the hypocrisy surrounding strippers. A lot of men go to strip clubs but still look down on strippers and are quick to label them hoes who'd do anything for money. And the same women talkin sh!t about strippers are also the same ones wearing skimpy azz outfits out in public, with their titties and azzes literally hanging out. They're showing off their goodies too....with no pay! What's the difference between these women and strippers? It must be the stripper pole. You know what I think? Women are jealous of strippers! Coz most strippers have banging bodies and we know women love hating on other women, especially the good-looking ones. Hell, you don't even need to be a stripper to be labelled a hoe by other women. It's just biology, we're all fighting over the same resources - the mens folk. And what is the best way to eliminate the competition? Make her less desirable as a mate. Oftentimes when a woman gets a bad rep for being a hoe, I'm pretty sure the source is another woman.

As I said before I wouldn't choose that path, and neither would I want my daughter to. However, I don't think all strippers also offer cooch to their guests. I'm pretty sure some do f*ck for money but I don't think the majority do. And frankly I have more respect for women who have sex for money than those who offer their cooches to anything with a penis attached....for free. LOL I'm for real. I don't think Laurence Fishburn would agree on that though.....





Personally I would want to get to know a stripper. All the moves she could teach me.....ooooowweee! LOL lets stop the hate on strippers. Sh!t they need love too.


~I'm the Boss Lady~

Say a Little Prayer

Unless you've been living under a rock you know what's been going on in this chaotic world of ours. The catastrophe in Japan shows us the forces of nature at work and it makes my heart bleed. I cannot even fathom what the Japanese people must be going through. 





While the catastrophe in Japan is solely Mother Earth, the same thing can't be said about the crisis in North Africa and the war against Libyan dictator Gaddafi. The crazy idiot had to be removed from power, but I don't think bombing the Libyan people down is the way to go about it. Lets be honest here, if Libya didn't have oil would the hypocritical states of America even care?? 

I'm just praying that some day....most probably not in my life time, that we, the sons and daughters of Africa can manage our own continent.....in the mean time, let us pray. I don't care who you pray to - Allah, Jesus, Buddha, Shiva, your ancestors, the sun or moon, take the time of to say a little prayer for the people of Japan and for the struggling children of Africa........


~I'm the Boss Lady~

He Aint Your Man

My baby sister, Mini-Me, is 21 and in college. She's the smartest young lady I know. Sometimes I find myself wishing I had her smarts when I was her age. I'll think to myself "man I wish I knew at 20 what I know now!" coz that woulda saved me some heartache and disappointments. Mini-Me is so wise.....I'd like to think I had something to do with it, though. LOL. One of the things I had to learn the hard way was relationships and titles. Ladies, I know this is unfair as hell, but that's life. You meet a guy and yall are kickin' it and having a great time. You're doing all the lovey-dovey relationship stuff, he's treating you so good and you feel loved. After a short while you'll start referring to him as your boyfriend, your man. Coz clearly you're in a relationship now, right? WRONG!

Girl, if he hasn't come right out and said that you're his girlfriend, his lady, then yall aint in a relationship!! If you've already let him taste the candy box, then you are f*ck buddies, friends with benefits or however the hell he defines it. Bottom line is he's still a free agent. Just because you call him your man or boyfriend doesn't make him that. After you've been kickin it for 2 or 3 months you need to know where you stand. Yes ladies, don't be afraid to ask where this is going. Of course, it requires that you know what you want. If you're not looking for anything serious then keep on kickin it. But then you have to know your place. Yall aint in a relationship and that means that you can't act bat-sh!t crazy when you find out that he's kickin it with someone else.

On the other hand, if you want to take it to another level, you have to let him know. Ask him where this is heading. Tell him that you want to be in a committed and exclusive relationship. If he's on the same page as you are, then he's now officially your boyfriend/man. If he starts talkin sh!t about why you have to put a label on what you have, you aint nothin but an easy piece of azz to him. Why should he commit when he's getting everything so easy? You're over at his house cooking, cleaning, doing his laundry, and giving him great sex. Of course he wouldn't want to lose that. He doesn't care about you and deep down you know it too. Stop thinking that he'll come around or that if you cook some more or give him more head he'll eventually want to be in a relationship with you. He'll kick it with you until he meets a lady with enough self respect who demands to know where they're heading and she'll become the girlfriend. Meanwhile you've wasted 2 years of your life making someone your priority when you were just an option to him.

~I'm the Boss Lady~