Porsha Stewart

Porsha doesn't understand why Kenya has such a bad attitude.

on Nov 20, 2012

Hello to all of you who joined me last night via USTREAM and those of you at home who watched my show debut.
 
First, I have to say wow, what an experience the whole ordeal was for me. When I was asked to be a part of the show, my first response was to say no. It’s a challenge to be in an environment where people are so judgmental and every action (whether good, bad, or indifferent) is subject to criticism, mostly negative. After weighing the pros and cons, I began to feel good about having a platform that will allow me to let the passions of my heart help others and decided to give it a go.
 
I can’t even begin to express the excitement of hosting an event at my late grandfather's (Rev. Hosea Williams) home. I have had so many wonderful memories being in that home with my grandfather, whom I lovingly call Baboo. From the age of 5 until about 13 years old, my siblings and I would visit my Aunt Liz for cozy Sunday dinners.
 
During my teen years, my grandfather moved to the house directly behind the home featured on the show. My big brother Hosea, younger brother Brenton, and I would listen with amazement as he shared stories of the civil rights struggle. It was important for him to educate us about the struggles and sacrifices so we would know how much we should appreciate those who fought for many of the rights and luxuries we enjoy today.
 
My grandfather will be forever missed and loved. So for me to decide to have an event at the Hosea Williams House was a complete honor for me and a humbling experience. The focus of the event was to raise funds and collect book bags filled with school supplies for children whose parents were economically challenged. All of the ladies that I invited were held in high regard, but that soon changed… Let me explain.