In 2000, at the turn of the millennium, my music-savvy son Sean turned me on to Erykah
Badu. Since I grew up in Detroit during the Motown Era, Sean thought I would appreciate the eccentric neo-soul, hip-hop jazz sound of the Queen of Neo. He was right—I loved her music. And Erykah’s unique sense of fashion also intrigued me.
Never did I imagine that a decade later Erykah Badu would become the Spokeswoman for the International Center for Traditional Childbearing (Black Midwives and Healers) and a midwife aspirant herself. I also could not have imagined that I would have written a book about midwives and would be gifting Erykah with a copy of my book.
Erykah and I met at the ICTC conference in Biloxi Mississippi last month. When I gave her an autographed copy she hugged me and said that she was going to take it to bed with her because she loves to read stories about midwives. She also said she’d call me if she had any questions. I said, “For you, I’d pick up the phone any time of the day or night.” Wouldn’t that be fun—to get a call from the Queen of Neo?