Self Explanatory

WORKING ON A #VEGAS #RESIDENCY AFTER THE TOUR

I Have a Testimony

Last night, I finally set aside time for myself — real time — and watched New Edition footage from Chicago. Not background noise. Not clips scrolling past. I sat down and felt it. And when I say I have a testimony, I mean that in every sense of the word.

Those who know me understand something: I move through life with a kind of social media backstage pass. My network — family, friends, supporters, fans — they keep me informed, they keep me grounded, and they keep me connected. Information flows to me in ways I can’t always explain, but I’ve learned to trust the circle that surrounds me.

When I’m the subject, energy shifts.

Ronnie. Bobby. Ricky. Mike. Ralph. And yes — Johnny.

Moments like last night reminded me how music, history, and personal memories can collide in powerful ways. It felt like watching chapters of my life play out through rhythm and stage lights.

Then my mind drifted — as it often does — to strength, faith, and survival.

Toni Braxton. My “preacher daughter” in spirit. New Birth. Angel face.

There are songs, voices, and presences that explain battles you don’t have words for. The internal fights. The emotional weight. The spiritual warfare people don’t see when they say, “You look fabulous.”

Because the truth is — I lost pieces of my history.

I lost my signature gowns.

Not just dresses — gowns.

My Bob Mackie collection.

To some people, fabric is fabric. To me, those pieces were milestones, moments, identity, celebration, arrival.

Grief shows up in strange ways. Sometimes in closets that are suddenly empty.

And then there are the memories that still make me smile.

Boyz II Men.

Moments that feel like yesterday — dancing energy, laughter, competition, life happening in real time. Whether it was the spirit of celebration, basketball energy, or the electricity around NBA All-Star Weekend in Phoenix in 1995, those were moments where worlds crossed — music, sports, family, legacy.

There was a time when my son was invited into spaces that felt larger than life. Moments where recognition wasn’t about fame — it was about presence. About being seen. About inclusion. And as a mother, that stays with you forever.

Last night, watching that footage, I cried from start to finish.

Not just sadness.

Release.

Memory.

Gratitude.

Survival.

Boots by the door. Vaseline on standby. Ready for whatever life throws next — because sometimes you prepare yourself emotionally the same way you prepare for a stage.

And here’s what I live by:

Thou shall not covet.

There are parts of my heart, my story, and my love that are sacred. Some secrets stay protected not because they are shameful — but because they are precious. Because love, real love, doesn’t need an audience.

I know what it means to move through rooms where history is being made. I know what it means to carry memories that go all the way back to early days — basketball courts, community spaces, music forming identities before the world ever saw it.

And maybe that’s my testimony.

That I’m still here.

Still remembering.

Still feeling.

Still loving.

Still dancing — even when no one else can hear the music.

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KC: We not doing this today #LOVE #Highlight #FindYou

Last night I finally set aside time to watch New Edition footage from Chicago. 

Please remember I have a social media backstage pass with my network of family, friends, and fans who tell me everything. 

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, Ralph and yes Johnny all activate when I'm your subject. 

Toni Braxton, my preacher daughter, New Birth, Angel face ... perfect explanation of the demons I deal with, you are looking fabulous... I lost all of my signature gowns (sob) including my Bob Mackie collection. To a ratched individual they see a dress, I had gowns 

Boyz II Men, are we dancing with Mike Tyson or playing basketball with my son at NBA ASW in Phoenix 1995, you know the NBA has footage. 

The group recognized me, and took time to play ball inviting my son to play with them exclusively... thank you.

You had my overwhelmed in tears, from start to finish with boots and Vaseline waiting on set. 

Thou shall not covet, you will never know my secret because I love him so much, but I love how we dance.

You do understand I know the entire group, all members from basketball at Mendall with Kirk 1984.

This is what I'm saying... I'll revise with AI to see what it says.

YOU KNOW I AM IN #VEGAS... STOP LOOKING CRAZY 

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