Many individuals walk in to your life for a purpose and season. At the age of twenty-five, something happened that I never imagined; my god-mother appeared. I was working as an up and coming writer/journalist for a national publication. The majority of my assignments were based around community leaders, celebrities, and events happening in Dallas, Texas. I remember this like it was yesterday; while in route to obtain new delivery locations for the magazine, I stopped at the South Dallas Cultural Center. I had never seen anything like it before when I walked in the artistic complex, and immediately got approval to deliver newspapers to the venue. I then decided to investigate and see who was heading up the cultural mecca.
One of her staff members gave Ms. Vicki S. Meek’s name and contact number to me. I requested an interview and was given the ok. The day of the interview when I walked in to her office, one of her best friends was sitting next to her. Surprised and nervous too, I felt something different about Ms. Meek when she spoke to me upon my arrival. I learned through the interview that she was a nationally known visual artist, a professor at the age of twenty-five, an activist, and the manager of the cultural center. I would have never imagined in a million years that I was talking to someone who would stand for me when I was in the right, and teach me when I was wrong.
After the interview, I met with Ms. Meek again, again, and again. A friendship began on a whole new level; then escalated in to a mother and daughter relationship.
Ms. Meek saw everything that I was going through at the time. I was feeling unappreciated for my efforts of starting a magazine from the ground up, talked about, and stressed by the demeanor of the company. With her in my life, she showed me that what I needed was a strong support system for what I really loved to do: W R I T E. Moreover, that it was okay to walk away or be let go from certain situations. Taking me under her wing, Ms. Vicki gave me jewels I could have never imagined, allowing me the opportunity to host a literary symposium, a writer's series, and provided me with free office space for my online magazine in the cultural center. Her connections, turned in to my connections, her views on life, helped me see life.
If asked, "How do you feel about Ms. Meek," I would have to say; "She never left my side."
Again, I see another memory. Ms. Meek was at an important meeting one evening and it was raining pretty badly. I came home from work and thought that someone had broken in to my crib. In actuality, the property owner had kicked me out, allowed people from the neighborhood in my apartment, and had a free giveaway fest. I was beside myself and called Vicki.
She left her meeting, drove from Dallas, Texas to Arlington, Texas, in the rain, and stood by my side once again. She felt my pain, and let me scream, but she did not scream. She told me to pack my stuff, move in to her house, with her two children, and cat. My life was never the same after that moment. I then learned through her, that it did not matter what people thought of me. I would have situations in life that I did not see coming, but I would survive. The support system and inspiration she has bestowed upon my life, is a testament to an African proverb, "It takes a whole village to raise a child".
I can not express my gratitude for her love in words; it is also emotional.
Through her tireless efforts to help others, I have realized, Ms. Meek (aka Mama V) is a mother to the community.