An Epic Explosion of Female Power.
Over the last 18 months, I’ve been lucky enough to make some new friends—all of us from different cultures, cities, provinces, countries, and continents. What I like about our connections is how we nourish and care for each other and our friendships. I haven’t always been that fortunate.
Speaking of friendship, my admiration for Viola Davis enticed me to plan for The Woman King movie, which was released early. Then I saw the trailer—and apparently, she brought a few friends along.
As readers of my novels, you can imagine how passionate I am about the portrayal of self-actualized, determined, yet vulnerable women in entertainment. I love watching that unfolding process in fictional characters, whether reading a novel, watching a film adaptation, or developing the kick-ass girl lead in my books.
In The Woman King, Viola is powerful. Her performance evokes potent universal connections, inspiring self-love, inner strength, honour, and commitment. Merge these attributes with the character’s ability to command respect, and you have the epitome of womanhood.
On opening weekend in Toronto, something profound transported me from my seat in the cinema into the heart of the movie. Sincerity and authentic love sizzled in the female cast’s expressions. Their words held encouragement, pledged support, and projected a promise of such unwavering commitment, I’m confident the deep connections captured every audience member.
Nanisca, Nawi, Izogie, and Amenza are beautiful not just because of their facial structure, spotless dark skin — and bodies that introduced a new series of self-affirmations to my morning routine. They are decisive—a true mark of intelligence and confidence. Long after leaving the cinema, I sensed opportunities for powerful connections around every corner, whether through my present friendships, or the ones I am determined to develop.
Once again, I was truly humbled.
Okay! You were probably expecting my review of Viola’s memoir. Let me tell you, I discovered that the mere attempt to read that book is a journey. I’m not there yet: my insight into her beautiful film is an essential warming-up step and I’m currently on the ladder, pulling myself up one wrung at a time. Why? Because the bar has been set. Inspiration doesn’t come around like this every day. Standards soar so high, it’s not a leap of faith I need—it’s a wider frame.
Speaking of compelling female leads, Torn: A Forensic Romance is still going strong. Get yourself or someone else a copy.
Stay tuned for an update on my next release.
