My soliloquy… Work in progress…
My soliloquy… Work in progress…
I’m a diehard Redskins fan, or at least I was. I don’t watch the NFL any more. I was so disgusted by the NFL owners’ response to Kaepernick’s kneeling protest that I couldn’t stomach watching any more games.
Let’s make this clear: Kaepernick was protesting police murdering black men with no just punishment. This should be an issue with no disagreement, yet somehow some people and the media turned it into an issue about the flag, the anthem and the military, when it was a military vet who told Kaepernick it would a respectful way to make a protest by taking a knee. Now, Kaepernick has been black listed and cannot play for an NFL team just for taking a stand to protect his life and lives like his, including my own.
Make no mistake, if you support the NFL owners, you are saying you don’t care if black men die. That is deplorable. You should be ashamed of yourself for your lack of compassion and human decency.
And don’t say it’s about the flag or the military. You probably passed by some homeless vets some time this week and didn’t even give them spare change. You probably haven’t written one email to your congressman about how terribly this country treats its vets. You don’t care about the military or its vets.
The fact is, you probably think some rich black NFL players should stop complaining about racism because it’s not a big deal any more. Well, genius, it is. Read a book or an article if you don’t believe me. There’s plenty. In case you forgot, black lives matter.
Kids don’t see race when they play with each other. Racism is taught. It is programmed.
Whether they were white, black, Latino, Asian or whatever, my interaction with people has been largely positive on this earth. My observation is people are mostly good and are just trying their best to be successful at this thing we call “life.”
I love all people. Jesus Christ said the greatest commandments are to love God with your whole heart, mind and soul and to love your neighbor as you love yourself. So, I do.
My last blogpost was too divisive. So, I deleted it. It was a reaction to that precious girl Nia Wilson being stabbed to death and not receiving timely justice. I don’t want people to get confused about my views on humanity, so I’ll state them here clearly:
I love all people of all races. I love my neighbor as I love myself. I believe most people of all races are good and kind-hearted people. I don’t believe in prejudice. I’ll give anyone a chance. People are not perfect, including myself. Everyone makes mistakes. But, most people are doing their best to be good. We should all do our best to share our blessings with each other and make the world a better place. We are all in this together.
I figured out a long time ago, if I’m going to have a presence on this earth, it might as well be positive. If we all have a ripple effect on the world, we might as well affect things positively. So, that’s what I plan to keep doing and keep influencing others to do as well.
I want a woman who brings me peace.
There is no “try.” There are only “do” and “do not.” In life, you can either have results or excuses. Live a “no excuses” lifestyle and get results. It can be tempting to fall into a pattern of “I should have,” “I would have,” “I could have,” “but…” mentality, but that’s all you would have; shoulda, coulda, woulda’s.
To achieve success, you must go through the fire. Success comes through sacrifice, pain and hard work. Growth happens when you push yourself outside your comfort zone.
Don’t be afraid to fail. With nothing ventured, there is nothing gained. No risk, no reward. You miss 100% of the shots that you don’t take. If you don’t approach that pretty girl at the mall and talk to her, you can’t get her phone number. You can’t get the job if you don’t fill out the application. You can’t even win the lottery unless you buy the ticket.
Remember, there is no such thing as failure, only lessons. Also, it can be dreadfully painful living a life you didn’t want not knowing what your life would have been if you had gone for it. And even if you don’t get the results you want, you will be happy that you at least made the attempt.
So the moral of this piece can be summed up in three words:
Just do it.
We were robbed of the most precious thing of all: the knowledge of who we are, which is kings and queens of the continent with the most natural resources of all, Africa, the Motherland, and as its people we are its greatest resource. Our value could never be quantified on a slave auction block, although they tried. We hail from Africa. Each African is worth more than the most precious Sierra Leone diamond and the purest gold from Ghana.
The African soul stretches back to the beginning of time to the depths of the universe. Everything is contained within us and nothing exists without us.
The power intrinsic to our being is that of the mighty lion or a deity. The hips, thighs, breasts and womb of our women give life to us all and nurtured civilization. We are the original Hebrews of the Bible, the chosen people, with Bronze skin and hair like wool like the God, Jesus Christ. Perhaps that’s why they hated us. They hated him too. And they hate us still.
We live, laugh, love.
That is Black. That is beautiful.
We overcome every obstacle. From the first black US president Barack Obama to the drug dealer on the corner, from Oprah Winfrey to ladies of the night walking the street, we were fearfully and wonderfully made. The only difference between those two living legends and the people on the street is that they recognized their own power and acted on it.
My dear black human being reading this right now I challenge you to recognize your own power, which is infinite. You are a child of God. Your inheritance is the kingdom. Love God, love yourself and love your neighbor and watch your blessings flow. They might try to put us down and deny our reality as royalty but I’m reminded of an old African proverb:
“The tale of the hunt will glorify the hunter until the lion can tell its tale.”
And better still…
“The mighty lion is still a lion by any other name.”
So, to close this piece I have a just few more requests:
And, thank you for being wonderfully, fearfully, you.
I recently had a friend complain to me that all women are gold diggers. He’s partly right. But, why are you mad, bro?
But, for real, being mad at women for liking money is like being mad at men for liking a pretty girl with a nice rack and a booty. It’s not fair to be mad at that, right? It’s just how we’re all wired. It’s human nature. How are you going to be mad at a girl for being a girl? They just like the safety, security and luxury that money provides for the most part.
Men with money and beautiful women go hand in hand. They say prostitution was the first profession. Ever heard of a trophy wife?
Let me spoil the suspense for some of you. There is no such thing as unconditional love. EVERY relationship is a mutually beneficial arrangement. When people’s needs aren’t being met, they seek fulfillment elsewhere. Fellas, if you really want a bad chick, stop chasing women, get your money up and you won’t have any problems.
M.O.B. (Money Over Bitches) is a mantra for a reason. I don’t mean to objectify women by saying that, but I’m definitely not going to put them on a pedestal because even they wouldn’t like that.
On the flip side of that coin, a woman needs to do something to inspire her man to provide for her. Is she fulfilling her role as a helper, the proverbial rib, per sei, and taking care of her man’s needs, i.e. giving good spiritual, emotional and moral support, cooking, cleaning, putting it down in the bedroom, taking care of the kids if you have them, etc? Remember, I said mutually beneficial. Men and women both have needs. If you’re not fulfilling his needs, why should he fulfill yours?
I should be selling this game and not giving it away for free!