God’s Children

Can you spot God’s child?

Hint: They’re raising their hands!

Let us rejoice in the fact that, as human beings, we are all God’s children!

“3 The Father has loved us so much that we are called children of God. And we really are his children. The reason the people in the world do not know us is that they have not known him. Dear friends, now we are children of God, and we have not yet been shown what we will be in the future. But we know that when Christ comes again, we will be like him, because we will see him as he really is. Christ is pure, and all who have this hope in Christ keep themselves pure like Christ.”
– 1 John 3:1-3

Man, Woman, Transgender, Black, Latino, Asian, White, straight, gay, etc, we are all people. We are all God’s children. Unfortunately, we live in a society that tries to devalue us. This society sometimes tells us we are things that we are not and does not call us by our true name, God’s children.

Society sometimes tells us blacks that we are subhuman. It sometimes tells women they are inferior or objects. It sometimes tells gays they are condemned. It sometimes tells Muslims they will not be saved, and so on and so forth.

My message today is that we are loved, all of us. I talk a lot about race on this blog because that is something I personally deal with and have studied, so I feel a sense of authority in speaking on that topic. But, to not address the issue that we are all human beings and that we are all in this together would miss the point entirely.

I don’t know how it is in the rest of the world, but the media attack people’s self-esteem on a regular basis in the USA. Magazines can make women feel ugly. The news can make blacks feel like criminals. Movies can make all of us feel uncool by comparison to Hollywood actors. The list goes on.

My goal in this post is to help you, the reader, realize who you really are or offer a gentle reminder of your priceless value: You are God’s child.

“16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
– John 3:16

I don’t know anyone else’s life. The fact is I’ve never even walked a mile in anyone else’s shoes. All I can speak on is my life and what I know and the truth is I found grace in my life through accepting Jesus Christ as my Lord and savior. I didn’t do anything to deserve grace. It was completely unearned. But, once I opened my heart to accept God’s love, I felt the Holy Spirit and it changed me. All praise and glory go to God.

Semblance

The word to best describe the USA for today, and, really, all of its history is semblance. The definition of semblance is: “the outward appearance or apparent form of something, especially when the reality is different.” The USA has a semblance of freedom, a semblance of equality, a semblance of order and a semblance of wealth and prosperity.

Semblance.

How is there freedom when the government conducts arbitrary phone taps and satelites watch our every move?

How is there freedom or equality when we have the highest incarceration rates in the world that disproportionately affect black and brown people?

How is there equality when a young black man named Trayvon Martin can literally get killed for nothing and a white skinned boy named Nikolas Cruz can kill 17 people in his high school and still live?

How is there equality when droves of Latinos get deported or killed on their way over, doing exactly what the USA’s founders did, i.e. immigrate, but Latinos today do it with far less violence and destruction than our country’s founders did?

How is there order when those sworn to enforce it, like officer Jeronimo Yanez can kill an unarmed black man like Philando Castile and not get sent jail?

How are US citizens wealthy or prosperous when those in the top 2% of the wealth category own nearly everything and a vast percentage of US citizens live in trailer parks, the projects or are in debt?

Semblance.

The media tell great lies. Be aware. Know the truth. Most importantly, educate, elevate and empower yourself. Your destiny lies in yours and God’s hands, and most definitely not in the hands of a politician.

Ode to Black Woman

Strong.
Beautiful.
Black.
Free.

We are nothing without you.
You are nothing without me.
We.

The Universe placed us here
with melanin in our skin.
Mother, sister, wife, daughter, kin;
All contained within.

The chalice.
Your hips and thighs
widen eyes
that seek pleasure.

Men of all kinds,
erect buildings
for your buried treasure.
Even hope could not measure
the desire for you.

You are more than your
honey dips,
buttocks,
breasts,
and thighs.

Your eyes reveal secrets
lost in time,
of when nature was prime.
I see the Universe
in your irises.

Your pupils are surrounded
by star-lit galaxies.
You bend space and time
when I marvel at your beauty.
Mother nature weeps when you cry.

Some time back,
white man
raped you,
whipped you,
killed you,
and stole your baby.

We watched.
We cried.
We apologized.
We fought.
Some of us died.
All of us died,
inside.

We were from separate lands,
joined in color.
White man started hatred for us
out of jealousy.

500 years of slavery,
and, here we are.
Somewhat wiser,
but never healed.

Oh! To go back to our ancestor’s field
and blow up the colonizer’s ship
and set them on fire!
That would be my greatest desire.

But time doesn’t travel back.

So, all I can do is
hold,
love,
cherish,
you.

Wipe away your tears.
Assuage your fears.
And, keep you near.

And, never let white man run away with you,
again.

Meet the King of Royal G

Royalty is in my blood. I’m a descendant of the warrior king Bortrie of Ghana. To this day, the chief of my village Ziope in Ghana must be chosen from my family. I pray to God daily. I speak to my ancestors. They say, “honor us.” So, I do.

In essence, we are all royalty. We are all descendants of the first man, Adam. His blood is in our veins. I’m on a mission to get people to reclaim their royalty and start living like it, hence my company, Royal G.

It’s pretty self explanatory. Those who are affiliated are royalty and the “G” stands for Ghana, gentleman or a G in colloquial terms, i.e. someone who is good at life. Ladies can be Royal Gs too. There’s nothing more attractive than a woman who wears her crown and owns it too.

We welcome all people with positive energy, good vibes and loving hearts. Basically, we accept all people who wear their crowns with honor. Join our Royal Tribe and come celebrate life with us at our events. Salute.

Common Logic

[The day I met Logic in 2010 at WMUC]

In case you didn’t know, Logic made the song “Common Logic/Midnight Marauder” off his mixtape Welcome to Forever for me. I told him back then Midnight Marauders was the first album I ever bought, which made me fall in love with music and was probably the reason I was a hip hop head and a DJ at all. He made me a couple other songs too, which sit on my hard drive that I’ve never shared.

Most people don’t know the extent of me and Logic’s relationship. Back then, on the come up, he was dead broke. I bought him food pretty much every day. I bought him a phone and paid the bill so he could make and keep connections. I drove him to studios, record labels, shows, etc and never asked for gas money. I bought him his 1st pair of Jordans like he said in that Complex interview plus other clothing. He slept at my house when he had no place to go some nights. Basically, I was his main source of support. It was me and Big Lenbo who held him down.

I still don’t know why he cut me off entirely. I left the team because I didn’t feel the vibe. I knew they were going to blow up too but I wasn’t feeling the energy. If my heart’s not in it, the rest of me will leave soon afterwards. He offered to pay me bread but I didn’t even want money. I just wanted to preserve the connection so I could build off it.

But, he hasn’t texted me back for years and conveniently left me out of his Rapture documentary, even though we worked together and I DJ’d with him every day for about two years and was eventually named President of Operations. I still haven’t watched the documentary. I can’t explain his cold shoulder. My friends theorize but I guess you’ll have to ask him. I suppose some people don’t like to share credit or the spotlight. Keep in mind, I did nothing negative to this man.

At the end of the day, I’m happy a young man like Logic who came from nothing and worked so hard, now has something. He earned it. And I’m proud I played a big part in it, whether or not I get credit. The people who were there will never deny what it was.

The Lord works in mysterious ways lol. All the lessons I’ve learned were preparation for the team I’m working with now. I believe in showing vs. telling. Just keep watching lol. I believe God’s greatness along with mine and my team’s will be evident. My story is far from finished. I’m just beginning. No matter what happens, with God and my ancestors guiding me, I’ll be very happy with my word and honor in tact. With my infinite blessings, there is only room for gratefulness to God, no hate.