Lorraine was a Babamataa from jump. Her mama died at birth and as devastating as that was for Farique he made certain that it wouldn’t be equally as upsetting for his baby girl. He played the role of mother, father, big mama and more.

Young Lorraine was moonwalking before she took a step and her first words were sung in the key of Luther. She was beyond prodigy status. By age 10 she played the dopest trumpet, guitar and harmonica in the hood. At 12 she was punking all other violinists into submission. She was a wonderful artist as well. Painting, illustration, graffiti, you name it she tagged it.

Farique loved this. Not only was his daughter super duper talented but she was at home 24/7 where he could keep the watchful eye. Lorraine was always in the crib chopping up more tracks than Amtrak. She would compose the music, sing and perform the songs then design the album cover. Farique always knew that she would be the brightest spark in the long line of hotness that was the Babamataa lineage.

Then like a left hook from the 1987 Mike Tyson, it hit. Poof! Pop! Pow! Puberty. The once tomboyish homebody had a new body and suddenly daily habits became bi monthly hobbies. She skipped singing lessons to shop with girls. The trumpet was traded in for two stepping and toe wopping at a midnight affairs. Her art took biggest trip to the backseat. Lorraine would go weeks upon weeks without a single brushstroke or shake of the can. Her bedroom was no longer filled with canvases but rather with Chanel purses.

The Lil Boogie that Farique had known, was no more. To the girls and the new folk there was only Lolo.

WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON LORRAINE???