I was born and raised in Lafayette, Louisiana. My nickname is “Ket Ket,” which was given to me by my granny, a French woman, because of my love for the candy bar, Kit-Kat. My mother passed away when I was as eight (
years old. The following year, my granny passed away, resulting in me being raised by my aunt; shortly, thereafter, I was raised by my uncle, another one of my mother’s siblings. Despite not having my mother when I needed a mother’s love, guidance, support and touch, I refused to allow challenges and obstacles deter me from achieving goals I set for myself, as I am self-determined to preserve through them all while God guides me through this journey.
Nicole Campbell-Holmes
My story explores recognizing an enemy disguised as a friendemy, draped in deception, deceit, jealousy, a snakeish spirit, including my moments of depression, heartaches and heartbreaks.
Further, the details of my son’s life, which was robbed is outlined. Relationships with relatives, friends, associates and co-workers are a mother’s lifeline in a complete circle, and became my line of moral support when I was in desperate need of a shoulder(s) to lean on wherein the real and the counterfeits were exposed. I have always been aspired by “Black Love,” wherein it’s everything I have imagined it to be – it’s encompassing, wild, ivivid, daring, intimately beautiful and gloriously undeniable – precious, exquisite, refreshing and ultimately beautiful beyond all definitions. Wholeheartedly, I believe that “Black Love” is the epitome of great kings and great queens.
