Treat people as individuals

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.

Dear Black Diamond, Dear Black Gold

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.

Yet, 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:

Stay strong.
Stay beautiful.
Stay royal.
Stay black.

And, thank you for being wonderfully, fearfully, you.

M.O.B.

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!