My Ask Basia Video Podcast is officially launched ‼️ Check out of Episode 1 of my Ask Basia Video Podcast I am joined by some boss ladies. Dr Ayanna Eastman Dr Ayanna Eastman , Professor Communication, educator scholar, entrepreneur, proud single mother, sister, aunt, and most importantly, woman of God. (Check her out on http://www.successfulmom.home.blog... Continue Reading →
Buckingham Palace We Are Waiting!
By Basia Alicia Powell I never thought for a minute that I would be waiting on Buckingham Palace to issue a statement to "deny allegations of racism". How ironical? That is like asking me to deny that I did not give birth to my children. If the late great poet laureate, Dr Louise Bennett- Coverley... Continue Reading →
The Urgency To Live
By Basia Alicia Powell Ever since I was a little girl, I felt this urgency to live. I did not find a term for the feeling until much later in life. Perhaps in my late thirties, when my spiritual journey began. I always felt like my drive was unusual. I operate with both my head... Continue Reading →
Ask Basia Video Podcast
Sometimes you just have to convert your Pain into your Purpose. I can't wait to talk to you all. I have a lot to fill you in on. I have been gone for a minute. But I am ready to do what I love..Basiastyle. You feel me? @basiapowell This new platform is about black excellence,... Continue Reading →
Build Your Own Table
By Basia Alicia Powell From as long as I can remember, I have understood the unspoken rule, that not everyone gets a seat at the table. I never accepted the rule, but I understood it, as it existed before I entered this world. I have been privileged enough during my lifetime to witness the "restricted... Continue Reading →
I AM STILL A PORSCHE
By Basia Alicia Powell Sometimes we can be our worst enemies. I have to be honest with you. Within the past year, I lost my form. I became jaded and I started to believe that every single goal and dream I have challenged myself with, was beginning to slip away from me. I literally felt... Continue Reading →