Bambina Lambo
When I first signed to Lux Records back in 1997, I was seventeen years young. I changed my birth name Octavia Jackson, to the stage name, “Bambina Lambo’. I was nicknamed the “First Lady of Lux” since I was the first female and the fourth artist signed to Lux Records. Elliot Hunter and Markus Blak loved that I had a sick flow that was very masculine but at the same time sexy in a feminine way because of my raspy voice. The way I attacked the mic was always like I ready to fight. And it was because I was angry enough inside as a teen. Because of the trouble I was going through as a teen, I once thought that Lux ‘saved my life’. Once.
I was crazy happy when I got signed but my family wasn’t. My family was deep in the Baptist church and the Christian community of Camden, NJ. They forbade us from listening to secular music, watching TV shows with cursing or bathroom humor and wearing skirts above the knees. One night, my mother caught me listening to Salt N’ Pepa and she beat my ass and sent me to bed without dinner. When my mother wasn’t beating me, she was tearing me down. She criticized everything that I did from even when I was a baby. She criticized my hair, my clothes, my grades, and the way I talked. She criticized me for not reading the bible enough or saying my blessings long enough before a meal. She criticized and complained about me to other people. Nothing was ever good enough for that woman. My father, on the other hand, was pleased with me and my flaws but he treated my older sister the way my mother treated me. But when he found out that I wanted to be a rapper, his entire view of me changed. He ultimately thought that I was going to end up a hooker and a drug addict because I wanted to be a rapper.
After my parents expressed their disgust with my music career goals, I started rebelling against them. I would stay out past curfew and sneak back home around three in the morning. My parents would catch me crawling through the windows and they would slap me around afterwards. But I would continue to stay out on late nights with older boys, smoking, drinking and sexing. When I got pregnant at 16, instead of helping me cope with my crisis, my parents threw me out of the house. I dropped out of school and I went to go live with the boyfriend who got me pregnant. He was taking good care of me and we planned to be a family. He was 18 with a job at a plant that was paying him decent. But two months after being pregnant, I had a miscarriage. It was, like, after that happened, I lost my mind. All I could focus on was a music career. Nothing else mattered to me but music and getting discovered. Nothing mattered—not even my boyfriend. If I weren’t focus on music and chasing fame, then I was drinking, partying at the clubs, fighting some chick in the streets or contemplating suicide.
I was discovered by Markus Blak, co-founder of Lux, when I performed at a club in Atlantic City. He was performing at a famous nightclub in Atlantic City. So, I planned to go to a nearby club on the same day, hoping he would show up. It was completely crazy to even assume that back then. But it happened. Hell, I couldn’t believe it even happened!
Before signing to Lux, I first met Elliot at a listening party for rapper IKONIK’s second album. The listening party was at a somewhat grimy club in Brooklyn. But, see, this was in 1997, before Lux even became a huge empire. Elliot only had a net worth of, about, $1 million, so they were unable to afford luxurious hosting spots like they do now.
One thing about Elliot, though, was that he was more polished than the company he had around him. He always managed to look less street and more urban chic. He enjoyed wearing his suits or button-down shirts with jeans. His pants never sagged off of his butt. He always had a sleek style and a devious look in his eyes. And those eyes would always be on me every time I were around. His eyes practically undressed me whenever I sat in front of him to talk business. At social events, he would lean back in his chair, with his cigar or blunt in his mouth, blowing smoke as he stared dead at me. He just seemed so weird and creepy to me at first. I would always think to myself, “why won’t this nigga stop staring at me?” Yes, he was sexy. But he was just so creepy.
On the day I signed with Lux, Elliot invited me to go to dinner with him to celebrate. “Alone” I asked him? He nodded. And he told me to meet him at this restaurant on Park Avenue at seven in the evening and wear something nice. I was so excited and happy about being signed that I went out and bought a new outfit—a black, long-sleeved dress and some designer heels. I probably spent all of the money that I had but I was too excited about where my life was headed. When I showed up at the restaurant, he was waiting for me with a bouquet of lilacs. He gave me a hug and congratulated me as he handed me the bouquet. Then, he opened the restaurant door for me and, inside, we were walked to a reserved table in the back. I was really nervous. I was not used to such surroundings—crystal chandeliers, people in expensive clothes, maître d’s with foreign accents. Elliot was super comfortable using the different forks to eat his salad and seafood and ordering expensive champagne. And there I was—this little girl from the ghetto of Camden who dropped out of high school because she was pregnant—scared to pick up the wrong fork because I was afraid of what the white folks across from us would think. But Elliot told me that I looked beautiful and that helped my nerves a bit. During the dinner, he opened up about how he was in college, part-time, studying business and running a record label at the same time. He discussed the things that he learned in his business courses like trends, statistics, and finance. I pretended to understand him even though I felt too stupid to understand any of it. He even talked about things that he read in the Wall Street Journal, Forbes, Black Enterprise and other business and economy magazines. He was a real Chatty Patty. But my view of him really change. I was so turned on by his intelligence, ambition and his knowledge of things that I was used to seeing old white men on Nightline talk about. By the end of the dinner, I wanted him. I was only seventeen and he was twenty-seven, so he was way too old for me.
However, age was not a factor to Elliot. He liked them young, dumb with everything perky on their bodies. He liked them younger than 40 but no younger than 14. He liked big booties, nice breasts and pretty feet. I had all three and they were good enough to lure him away from his woman. The more Elliot and I talked intimately, I soon learned that he was financing his label with his ‘side hustling’. That was only a nice term for ‘selling drugs’. Rumor had it, Elliot was a ruthless drug dealer with blood on his hands and Markus Blak was his partner in all of this hustlin’ business. He has shot some men and even killed one, according to rumors. Or, at least, had a man murdered. I don’t know if the rumors were one-hundred percent true but it was highly possible. He didn’t mention these rumors to me. He didn’t even go into detail about his experiences with dealing. But he started out selling cocaine and weed to finance his business. Allegedly, he quit doing it after he gain enough money and success. As dangerous as he was, the fact that he was both highly intelligent and intimidating was a turn on to me. God was with me the whole time I was with Lux, because anything could have happened to me. But the dangers of being associated with Lux was thrilling to me. It was even more thrilling that I was sleeping with the King of Lux—even though he had a woman.
As Elliot started climbing up the ladder in the entertainment industry, his sexual desires started to get weirder and weirder. Elliot got into these weird religions including one focused on sex magic. He didn’t really talk much about it but sometimes he would travel different places to attend sex magic rituals. He was a high ranking “sex magician” and very respected in the sex magic community. I could not believe my ears when I found this stuff out. All I could chalk it up to was him being a big freak. Elliot’s first cousin, Lamont, was the creative director of Lux. He was deep into this sex religion that Elliot was into. In fact, they both dabble in a bunch of strange, dark religions that I don’t remember the names of. One of the religions, which started with a letter T, was one that he was extremely active in and even had a high rank in.
Elliot would invite some Lux artists to swinger’s parties and sex parties that were hosted by wealthy rich white socialites in NYC. Later, he started hosting his own sex parties in his Manhattan penthouse. His sex parties were very ritualistic. I don’t know why he liked them to be like an elaborate religious ritual but it just showed that Elliot had a very eccentric side. There was a bronze statue of a naked woman with a goat head in his living room. He had the medium-sized statue placed on what looked like a voodoo altar on his fireplace. It was surrounded by red flowers and candles and other kinds of symbolic objects. Everyone who came in would kiss the statue and laugh while doing it. The party guests had to get butt naked once they walked through the door. They would strip, give their clothes to somebody and have their hanger number written on their arms with a Sharpie pen. The guests had to wear blindfolds, black face masks or a black veil and walk a red carpet to the living room where the sex activities were taking place. Every sex toy you could think of was available at the party and people shared them. There were drugs from cocaine to psychedelic ancient mushrooms provided to guests that wanted to take them. Men and women had sex in body positions that would make contortionists jealous. Women were having sex with other. Men were having sex with each other. And Lamont, Elliot’s cousin, were one of the people who screwed both women and men. When I saw that, I was hoping that Elliot wasn’t getting it right up the booty like his cousin.
There was a special activity that every woman had to partake in with Elliot at these parties. Every girl at the party had to have perform oral sex on Elliot. The one unlucky girl had to have anal sex with him. Unfortunately, I was one of those girls chosen on one of those nights for anal sex. He performed it on me and I had to perform it on him—with a strap-on. He performed it in the middle of a circle formed by the ten naked, drugged-up girls. Looking back, I can’t even keep a straight face thinking about how dark and seedy that room was where eleven girls lined up to perform oral sex on this weird nigga who was dressed in a red hooded robe with his thang sticking out. If people weren’t doing each other all over the penthouse, then they were spaced out on drugs, rolling around the floors, chanting, singing, and dancing.
I attended six of these disgusting sex parties but the last and very final one I attended was the Halloween sex party. That party was the darkest, scariest, most disturbing, and satanic event in my life. After doing their ritualistic meditation and chants, which would bring a scary energy into the place every time, the lights went off and only the candles glowed. And that party was the last party that I attended. Nothing about that party was Halloween themed except for the amount of blood being passed around from menstruating women and reckless anal intercourse. The reason why it was the last party for me is because blood and semen started to mix with urine and feces between these people. I remember running out, grabbing my clothes, and vomiting in the elevator on the way down. If Elliot were any kind of high-ranking anything, he really lowered his rank with those straight-up foul and trifling parties.
I side-eye myself for even being romantically linked with Elliot while attending these sex parties. This was a man who wine-and-dined me and bought me a luxury sports car, diamond jewelry and boxes of roses but shared me with other men and women at sex parties. I was so into this man, so I overlooked his dark side. Sometimes, he would berate me and even make me feel like shit afterwards when I challenged his views. I let him treat me like a slave in the studio and in the bedroom. He pimped me out for money and even pimped me out to other rappers who he wanted to sign. The rappers would have sex with me as a ‘prize’ for getting signed because so many of them wanted me. Elliot would make it up to me with an expensive gifts or some good sex. But he always had the last say and won every fight because his money and his sex was just too good.
After my three-album contract with Lux, I had to leave for my own sake. The energy at that label was so dark and the kind of stuff that Elliot and Markus were into was just disturbing. I don’t think Markus was into the same spiritual stuff as Elliot, but he sure had his fun at those sex parties. Markus was a huge hoe and when he settled down with Fanaye, it surprised me. They took the best of me and learned to control all of me and suck every bit of light out of me. I eventually left Lux, went back to school to get my GED and went on to college to get my Bachelors in Communications. Now, I’m saved, married to a man who is very active in the church and hosting my own radio station. I don’t even have 25% of what I used to make when I was a rap star. But I prefer it this way over a million dollars.
Elliot needed darkness because it fueled his mind and spirit. He engaged in God’s light when it came to manipulating the good girls and the naïve boys. That is why when he signed that little girl, Alimah, I was scared for that child’s soul. She was fifteen signed onto that label, with her father as her manager until she turned 18, fired him and hired Elliot as her manager. Elliot was obsessed with Alimah. This man invested tens of millions of dollars into that girl, more than he has invested into any artist on Lux. She had the biggest, most beautiful eyes that made her look so innocent and vulnerable. All I could think about was how she was nothing but fresh meat under the control of Elliot.
Starting out, Alimah was this spunky teenage girl, so full of energy in her colorful tutus, hip-hop dookie chains and curly hair. She channeled Left Eye from TLC, Monie Love, and Jodi Watley and was so cute during her debut days. She was the voice of the young people—colorful and rebellious in a lovable way. Three years later, after her second album dropped, her image took a complete one-eighty. When she turned 18, she changed completely into rock after doing some rock-like features in her debut days. And the rock was dark just like her clothes, her hair and her image. She went from looking like a cute, feminine old school hip-hop Brooklyn teen to a semi-gothic, black leather jacket wearing, heroin chic, angry, sad, depressed young woman. One thing I did like about her was that she never sold sex and never showed ass-and-titties (even though she flaunted her six-pack stomach and thighs a lot on stage). But that didn’t mean much because she became a foul mouth, down-right demonic coke head. Really demonic. I remember seeing a music video of her performing with her band. They were performing a song from her second album, which was the introduction of her darker image. They were all dressed in black suits and ties performing in front of a flag with a weird symbol on it. Towards the end of the video she closed her eyes, opened them back up and they were all-black like a demon’s eyes. That’s when I said to myself, ‘They got her.’
Alimah also gave out major lesbian vibes, too. There were rumors of her being lesbian and bisexual. She never confirmed them but it seem like she was enjoying them. I remember when she took a photograph for a fashion magazine. In the photo, she had one eye closed while sticking her tongue out between her two fingers. I just assumed that she did whatever she felt that she needed to do to seem cool. She probably didn’t even know that that gesture represented “licking coochie”. And she did it a couple of other times during her performances. In fact, her tongue stuck out a lot of times with her eyes bucked like a lunatic on stage. As the years passed, she started to look more demon possessed on stage. Her large eyes would sometimes roll in the back of her head and expand. I never seen someone who could roll their eyes up so far in their head like Alimah. That is when I knew something unnatural was happening to that chick’s soul. Her facial expressions were downright psycho at times as she performed. Her eyes would widen as she run and jump all over stage. Some of her performances were just psychotic like her having a bucket of animal blood fall on her like she was that girl in the movie Carrie.
Alimah was wild on stage but off stage, sad, quiet, and angry or just acting downright ignorant. The Devil was with that girl at every concert. She had to have been possessed with his demons before going on that stage. Most of her performances needed holy water and an exorcist.
Even though I am not a fan of rock music, I followed Alimah’s career. Every time I watched her interviews, my heart wept for her. There was barely anything positive that came out of her mouth. She always talked about feeling alone, missing her relationship with her father, her emotionally and physically abusive mother, people that she didn’t like—everything was negative. Except for when she spoke about her music, art and charity work. She loved doing charity. I have never seen someone that loved doing charity that much, not even in my own church. And there have been rumors about her going broke because she was giving so much money away trying to help her family and children in need.
Having said all of this, this news about Elliot raping Alimah don’t surprise me. Alimah may have been to some of those sex parties and got too comfortable with Elliot. Then, there may have been a period where she stopped going and it bothered Elliot. Or Alimah and Elliot may have had a private relationship that turned abusive. He was so close to her, so enamored by her, there is no doubt in my mind that she was once his sex slave. It still would not mean that she deserved to be raped, if it really did happen.
I wrote a letter to Alimah this past weekend. I wanted her to know that the former ‘First Lady of Lux’ was by her side. So I wrote to her:
I know you are scared. I know people are calling you all kinds of names for coming out with that news. But I believe you. You know why? ‘Cause Elliot and I have a much longer history than you have with him. I have seen the darkest sides of that man and it does not sound farfetched that he did what he did to you. Sweetie, people are going to drag you through the mud for this one. But you are doing something for the women in this industry. Regardless of what happened between the two of you, you are doing what few women in this industry do. You are speaking up, you are defending your body, and you are maintaining your dignity. Most women let the industry eat them up and they lose themselves, get plastic surgery, get on drugs, turn to porn, or end up dead. I know you battled drugs and tried to commit suicide. It’s not worth it, sweetie.
These next few weeks, months and maybe years are going to be painful. Just focus on your music. Pray every night and ask God for strength. My husband is a deacon at the church and we both counsel people. I counseled a girl who just left the industry. Her label dropped her and she turned to drugs, prostitution and porn. Right now, she’s okay. She’s living in a sober home but she still struggles with her mental problems. She comes to our church every Wednesday for bible study and every Sunday for service. I have been where you were and I think you may know already. I sold my soul to the devil and got nothing but remorse in return. This is why I returned to my Christian roots and I advise you do the same. I know it’s in you. You are just in a very, dark and lonely place and I know that place all too well.
I also have a satellite radio show. You may have heard it – The Bambina Show. It’s a talk radio show. I have all kinds of guests on it. If you want to come onto my show and speak out, I would love it. It don’t matter how risky it is, people need to hear you.
If you ever want to call me, feel free to: 201-555-6609.
*Photo courtesy of Warner Bros.; scene from “Eyes Wide Shut” (1999)