Make Dirt And Seeds Yield A Profit

Just before my 26th birthday last week my family and I went on an agricultural and educational trip to the state of Virginia. We were heading to meet with the President of the National Black Farmers Association and take a tour of his farm. Going into this trip I didn’t know very much about what we were in for… I was there because my dad asked me to come along. He didn’t have to ask me twice since I have a really big appreciation for farmers and their ability to make dirt and seeds yield a profit. Somehow dirt and seeds never really fit into the equation of building a career in the music industry so it’s always been a kind of fantasy in the back of my mind. At some point in my lifetime, I’ll have a farm and feed a family of my own straight from our own land.

My mother was a green thumb growing up. She grew everything in our backyard on the west side of Detroit. We lived in the “hood” but she always found a way to grow crops of her own. I loved helping my mother in her garden even though it was hard work. My Mother loved my enthusiasm and so she ended up naming her garden after me. The Victory Garden is what she called it.

Anyways back to our trip to Virginia. My Dad and 6 of my siblings went on this excursion together along with some of my Dad’s friends from Africa as well as other African Americans. We had a lot of discussions on how to bring solutions to the brokenness in African and African American communities. No one can fix the problem by themselves but if everyone realizes that they’re a puzzle piece to the bigger picture, then it’s only a matter of us coming together with a plan and in an organized way and we’ll start to see the magnificent picture of who we are come together nicely. We’ll start to see that our generation was never really broken but rather scattered, divided, and isolated puzzle pieces with little knowledge of identity. It’s the lack of identity that leads to real brokenness.

The farm was located in a small town called Boydton Virginia, about an hour from Richmond. I thought it was a coincidence that our last name was partly in the name of the town. When we arrived we were greeted by Mr.John Boyd and Mrs.Kara Boyd. Together this power couple leads the National Black Farmers Association. We were standing on their 1,000-acre property which Mr.Boyd explained to us was the original Boyd plantation. “Our ancestors came in ships onto the Virginia shores and anyone sold to the owner of this plantation was given the last name Boyd. Most Black people with the last name Boyd can be traced back to this plantation.”

I was in shock for a number of reasons. One, because I had no clue that this was what my day would entail when I woke up that morning. Two, because John Boyd is also my dad’s name… these two men never met each other, nor do they know how or if they’re related, yet they have the same name and even look alike.
Three, I was in shock because somewhere along the Boyd lineage someone saved up enough money to become owners of the land on which they themselves were once owned. A legacy and mindset of ownership was passed down for generations instead of a legacy and mindset of slavery.

I never knew that our ancestors overcame. A narrative of defeat is all we’re taught and so for many, it makes hope seem unrealistic. I never gave up on hope, I always believed that Jesus Christ would be the one variable that makes me transcend all of the statistics concerning black people that come from where I come from. Jesus rose up against the odds and so I always believed that by His power and in His name, I could do the same. I was, however, very encouraged to see other black people and more specifically other Boyds that, against the odds believed in God and held onto hope until their hope combined with faith yielded a return of Glory.

I’m still processing all that took place on this trip. It was life-changing on many different levels. In addition to gaining a greater sense of identity and healing, who knows… I might just be one step closer to incorporating some dirt and seeds into the picture and learning me a little something about farming.  😆



  • Tiffani Harris Patterson
    Posted at 18:20h, 09 September Reply

    Victory, this is an amazing story and I am glad that your family, especially your siblings, got this experience. I grew up in Louisiana and did not appreciate the land that my grandparents and great- grandparents owned and toiled until I was much older. Now, I always want to be growing something and teaching younger generations to appreciate the soil. By the way young queen, your music is amazing and the way you artfully weave the scriptures into everyday life is a true gift. I am so grateful that I discovered you and Infinity’s Song on Facebook. I have kept your music and the music you have made with your siblings on repeat. God bless you!

  • Dami
    Posted at 18:56h, 09 September Reply

    Thanks Victory for sharing this.

  • Dawn Dotson
    Posted at 18:58h, 09 September Reply

    Your story is unfolding. So much wisdom at 26. Continue keeping your heart and mind open to us and to our Savior. Thank you for sharing your voice and the voices of your family.

  • Barb Salak
    Posted at 19:43h, 09 September Reply

    Such a deep-seated, hopeful reality. Thank you for sharing.

    Posted at 22:58h, 09 September Reply

    So inspiring,I love the story about black history, your family connections,faith in God, and farming. I’m a farmer, I like identifying with farmer.

  • Karen Gorney
    Posted at 23:39h, 09 September Reply

    What an amazing story!!! Thank you so much for sharing this. Wow, it must have been overwhelming to learn of this. Many blessings to you and your family.❤

  • Raymond Hammons
    Posted at 23:51h, 09 September Reply


    I’ve been following you of and on for a little while and have come to enjoy your FB page and now this. Wow. I am really interested in that part of Virginia, as my G-G-Grand parents came from the next county over. My G-G-Grandmother was a Free “Colored” (per the Census) as well as all of her children. I have been trying for years to trace her family as she seemed to be a real force to be reckoned with her’s was a truly fantastic story as well. Her maiden name was Scott and if more plantation folks took the names of their owners, perhaps I can find more information from just that fact. Thank you so much for your curiosity, intelligence and just being you. I hope to see more cool stuff on your page. God watch over you and keep you in His hand.

  • Mary Davis
    Posted at 03:04h, 10 September Reply

    What an amazing and exciting chapter to open! I’ve been working on my family’s history for 45 years now. It’s a never-ending journey full of twists and turns, surprises and sometimes disappointments. In the end, I can’t take credit for any good things my ancestors did but neither do I bear any guilt for their misdeeds and failures. It’s a story of people who came together in places and times unique to them and the choices, obstacles and determination that eventually led to me. I’m not primarily a product, though, of my ancestors’ actions…I’m primarily a product of the finished work of Christ on the cross. And so are you, my sister!

    You are a blessing to me!

  • Chris Mitchell
    Posted at 10:09h, 10 September Reply

    I love this story. Thank you.

  • Kristin Lescalleet
    Posted at 12:29h, 10 September Reply

    What a fantastic story! Why do I suspect that there might be a song in the making from this experience?!! 🙏❤️

  • Dorisann
    Posted at 15:41h, 10 September Reply

    “We’ll start to see that our generation was never really broken but rather scattered, divided, and isolated puzzle pieces with little knowledge of identity. It’s the lack of identity that leads to real brokenness.”

    Truth. Know thyself and know you are loved.

    I love your heart, your faith, your voice, your family, your story…

    May God rain down His choicest blessings on all your planting for a bountiful harvest:)

  • Sue Asbjornsen
    Posted at 16:32h, 10 September Reply

    Thank you for publicly chronicling your journey. Your voice a gift; your words a gift. Praise the Lord Jesus.
    Today’s takeaway words, “never really broken but rather scattered, divided, and isolated puzzle pieces with little knowledge of identity”

  • Dwayne Rodgers
    Posted at 22:57h, 10 September Reply

    When Worlds collide, impartation takes place and discovery is found!!

  • Sara
    Posted at 00:40h, 11 September Reply

    I’ll never get over this. What a beautiful, powerful, wonderful gift to have this trip and to know these things. I’m cheering you on, sister, as you walk out all the truths and victories you’ve already been given. Love you!

  • Susan Van Blarcom-Young
    Posted at 02:36h, 11 September Reply

    This is an amazing story. Thank you for sharing.. Praise God. God bless you and your family.

  • Mary Rose
    Posted at 03:24h, 11 September Reply

    Victory, thank you so much for sharing your journeys!

  • Alan Tumpkin
    Posted at 05:03h, 11 September Reply

    You’re from Detroit? Wow! Our city cranks out music geniuses; which you are!

  • Diane Smith
    Posted at 08:24h, 11 September Reply

    What a treasure finding day y’all had as a family. What an inspirational history and hope filling post. Love the song added as well. ♥️
    Your voice brings worship to another level of intimacy with our Lord. 🙏 Always delighted to hearing your songs. Kudos to your Mom for getting the dirt under your nails and love of life found in a seed.

  • Jenny Sataloff
    Posted at 22:40h, 11 September Reply

    “ A legacy and mindset of ownership was passed down for generations instead of a legacy and mindset of slavery.”
    One of the main functions of the Jim Crow era was to convince White Americans that Black Americans were a hopeless, broken, and invisible population. Your story needs to be told and others’ discovered and shared as well, until the very real image of respect, history, vision, love, and courage replaces the negative Jim Crow images. Thanks for sharing.

  • Melody Thomason
    Posted at 01:57h, 14 September Reply

    A wonderful story. I’m sure it had to be an overwhelming and exciting day that will be forever remembered. Thanks for sharing. Love your family!!!

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