Queens-bred Meeka Claxton has risen to recent reality stardom as the sassy NBA wife at the epicenter of major drama on season three of VH1’s hit series Basketball Wives. Though her on-screen brawls may be the talk of the town, there’s way more to Mrs. Claxton than meets the eye.
Here, UPTOWN gets up close and personal to uncover how she balances family, fortune, and newfound reality fame. She also dishes about her pending lawsuit against castmate Tami Roman, why she won’t let her kids watch the show, and Royce surprisingly being the realest castmate of the crew.
She’s Got Her Own
You’re known primarily for your role on Basketball Wives but what do you do actually do for a living?
I’m a business woman first. Well, I’ll say third. First and second, I’m a wife and mother. And third I’m a business woman. I’m co-owner of a global luxury real estate boutique. We assist athletes and their families with relocating to new cities, helping them get their new places settled before they even get there. I have a dope job. We opened up our doors to the military over a year ago and we celebrated our one year anniversary back in October.
Other than that, I do have other projects I’m working on like an upcoming clothing line, a jewelry line and more.
As an NBA wife, it’s amazing that you’ve been able to launch your own business without being in your husband’s shadow. How is it balancing business and family?
That was actually my main reason for starting my business. My mother always instilled in me the importance of being independent outside of whoever you’re with. You’re supposed to want to be with them not need to be with them. I didn’t know I was going to be with someone who would be getting money. I was young at the time, still in high school, working two jobs just because I had to have my own.
I’ve always lived by that. No one can ever throw anything in my face like “You’re nothing! You’re not doing anything!” I’ve heard those horror stories before and that’s what keeps me on my toes. I’m always going to have my own going on, you can’t tell me I don’t do anything…