Award Winning Multicultural Doll Collection
Twenty years ago, a divine gift touched my soul and stirred my spirit. While visiting my cousin in California, her then-6-year-old daughter Nikki and I spent a whole glorious day playing dolls. She asked me if I had any dolls, I replied “No, girl, I’m too old.” She sharply responded, “No you’re not, cousin Robin, you’re never too old.” She sparked a childhood passion — I longed for my Christy and Julia Barbie dolls. I returned from the trip and raced to the nearest toy store. On the shelf… Nigerian Barbie, she was amazing, she came home with me! I admired her for a few days, I dared not de-boxing her. Because of my full community service flow and transitioning from a job at City Hall to start to run a foundation for an NBA player, the doll was soon in the bottom of the closet. The new position didn’t work out — courtside after a game, the player informed me of his decision to go to another team. I’d just left my good government job, now, with no job, fear and depression set in. Two little cousins to the rescue — Arie and Starsha came over for slumber party. We did the pizza thang, pedicures, dancing, “OK, time for bed…” No, “Cousin Robin, don’t you have some dolls to play with?” I directed them to the closet, I’d picked up a few outfits and a male companion for the African queen doll. Not satisfied, they said, “Is this it, where’s the ‘dream house,’ more clothes and car?” I promised I’d add to the collection for their next visit. Read more.