I’m not gonna front. I don’t watch BET. Similarly to the several reasons why I don’t watch MTV or Vh1 and their “sluts of love” series of series, but even more so because I can’t co-sign on shit on that channel.
However… I would be frontin’ if I didn’t admit that I was looking forward [...]

Critics question why HBO would invest in something like this - assuming it must be because it is mad cheap to produce, easy to drum up scripts because of the books, and effortless because even though Jilly’s accent is dope… she’s not really acting or some shit - and say that the network should shelve it or ship it off to CBS (a network, mind you, that would treat an ALL Black casted show like hot coal dropped in their hands.) Because the show would look SO much better with 17 minutes of commercials stuffed in the center, and little moving letters advertising CSI at the bottom during the entire episode. They say, the show is not cutting edge.

There’s something wildly beautiful about Botswana. I’m always an admirer of nature… things like sunsets, rainfalls, and night skies always manage to shut me up something proper. So trust me when I say, I was dead silent during The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency.