Yes, I am a Diva.



diva (/ˈdvə/; Italian: [ˈdiːva]) is a celebrated female singer; a woman of outstanding talent in the world of opera, and by extension in theatrecinema and popular music. The meaning of diva is closely related to that of prima donna.


The word entered the English language in the late 19th century. It is derived from the Italiannoun diva, a female deity. The plural of the word in English is “divas”; in Italian, dive[ˈdiːve]. The basic sense of the term isgoddess,[1][2] the feminine of the Latin worddivus (Italian divo), someone deified after death, or Latin deus, a god.[3]

The male form divo exists in Italian and is usually reserved for the most prominent leading tenors, like Enrico Caruso andBeniamino Gigli. The Italian term divismodescribes the star-making system in the film industry. In contemporary Italian, diva anddivo simply denote much-admired celebrities, especially film actresses and actors, and can be translated as “(film) star”. The Italian actress Lyda Borelli is considered the first cinematic diva, following her breakthrough role in Love Everlasting (1913).[4]

An extravagant admiration for divas is a common element of camp culture.[5]

Morden usage

The word diva re-emerged in the early 1990s when singer Annie Lennox named her first post-Eurythmics album Diva. Since that, the word has often been used to describe a female artist who achieved enormous success. In 1998, VH1 debuted its first annualVH1 Divas concert that celebrated female artists such as Whitney HoustonMariah CareyGloria EstefanCeline Dion and others.

Now, some of y’all will argue that I am not a successful singer therefore why am I behaving like I deserve to call myself a Diva. Some of y’all will argue that I am extremely conceited and I need to calm down with the way I portray myself and/or believe other people should portray me. As well as, many of you understand that I’ve worked so hard to get here and I deserve to be treated with a certain of level of respect because nobody but me got me here.

I already go to places where I am welcomed with wine and champagne. Places with invites only access. Places that have guests lists where I, and my team, feature. I already go to red carpet events whether they are events you readers personally know of or not, they are still blessings and privileges I have that many of you dream to have. This is my work. My life. I started it all from a place of grief (grieving my son Daniel) and deep depression thinking of self-destruction. So yes, today I deserve my fellow industry professionals to respect my work and respect my grind. I’ve sacrificed time and money to get here even with a husband and three children at home while some of you readers are struggling to make it on your own, single, with no kids. Pay attention to the fact that I am not here to knock anybody’s hustle but I am laying it out straight.

My music (single) will be released next month and my album will follow. Know that I produced that work. Know that I’ve promoted that work. Nobody is handing me free food. I work, pay, hire people. Where do I get the money from? I work.

My previous post mentioned about the joy of independence and the fact that even though it’s more work and hassle that way, the rewards are priceless. I don’t need a Grammy to be able to tell you that to me I’ve already made it…by myself.

My close ones say to me that they see the direction my work is taking and that they are proud of me. The people who work for me tell me that I better not turn into a Diva with them and I shall keep it cute. My husband just made a comment to me about requests I make with champagne and food to individuals and/or organisations that hire me as an artist or a director, he personally feels like it is too Diva-ish. I’ve told all of them that I’m just aware of certain aspect of my strength and I value every bit of my journey because I know how hard I worked to aquire these opportunities. Therefore, I will never allow anybody to take that away from me. So yes, I request certain things to be in place upon my arrival.

The double standard I clearly see sometimes is that when a major artist is like this, nobody has a real issue with it ‘because they can’? Well no, they didn’t work or pay anybody to appear in this radio station, the record label did it. They didn’t work hard to get that connection, the record label already had it so they organised it. As for me, the Lord know the tricks I have to pull to get to do certain things as an independent artists and label. Therefore, yes, I do want you to respect that and yes I like my white wine and champagne and whatever food me, my team and my family wants.

I am considerate though but I travel with my family and team and it is it what it is. I am blessed to be able to have them around. I am blessed to have freedom and do these things with my family from a start up stage. I am enjoying my blessings but I am also working very hard to create even more opportunities for myself. The beauty of creating doors is that it creates even more doors after that.

Last but not least, in all honesty coming from Switzerland somehow made it that I was born and raised with a certain standard in life. Yes, i have been broke. Yes, i have been homeless. However, the fact that a certain way of life was install in me from birth made it that I never wear my problems. Keeping it cute at all times. Don’t get me wrong, I have pictures with my hair all over the place, my outfits all over the place but I’m still here doing it when some of yall aren’t.

If you wish to do business and be a part of my team email us and contact me anytime. I am here to lift people up and grow with. I’m not selfishly wanting to get to the top. Only work with selfless hard working people though so serious injuries only!! Thank you for passing by and let’s cheer to success!!

Yours truly,

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