My family has always had Cape Verdean pride but I don't think it was something the kids in the family necessarily understood. However, I was very conscious of the fact that both sides of my family were drastically different and my aunts, cousins, and uncles varied in different shades of brown.

Money is important yes, but not the most important. I don't need money to smile or breathe. I would still be breathing if all my money disappeared tomorrow.

There's very few shows that truly reflect specific ethnic experiences, and when they come and come right, they're a hit.

Life would continue to exist and grow. Cause and effect still exist even where there is no time.

My friends are a crayola box. They highlight different colors of my being, representing different aspects of my personalty, I've noticed.

All music now is influenced by Hip Hop. It's so deeply ingrained in the culture.

My hero among heroes is my grandmother, she's the epitome of strength and I try to mock that strength all the time. She's a beast.