Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Happy Jackie Washington Day!







It's that time of year again! It's Jackie Washington Day. I hope you celebrate in a good way. I'm going to wear my Holy Robe to work today. Hope nobody tries to get under it. And if you don't know what I'm taking about...then you're in the dark. So if you want to come into the light rent the movie Jackie's Back staring Jennifer Lewis.

Enjoy this clip of Jackie in her earlier days. You can also check out Jackie on her myspace page to see what she's up to. Just click on her name wherever you see it.

Once again Happy Jackie Washington's Day!





Thursday, June 25, 2009

He Lit Up Stages

To join everyone else, I hope that Micheal Jackson rests in peace in the loving arms of our Lord.

So many had so much to say about Micheal. Good and bad. I don't think that anyone can understand or will ever understand what he must have had to endure in his childhood or adulthood.


I understand that he was a shrewd business man. I'm sure he was named that because he was in control of his life and career. Some in this world tear people down who appear to be in control of their lives. So they pick and find little things and turn them into big things until one is whittled down in spirit. I didn't know Micheal personally but I would guess that his death was related to not only the prescription drugs that he might have taken but also due to stress.


Micheal meant a lot to the Black community as he was the 1st Black performer to perform in many countries around the world. Like the Supremes...all Black people rushed to see them on Black and White televisions and were all so proud. Proud as if we were relatives of the Supremes. I believe there appearance was a glimpse of hope for our future. A hope that Black people would be respected and seen. Through their performances doors opened for others. Micheal Jackson gained notoriety that got black people noticed around the world. He lit up stages around the world to mass appeal.




Sunday, June 21, 2009

About Me


Birthday: 8-11
Birthplace: Maryland
Current Location: At my desk
Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: dark brown with a little grey :-(
Height: 5'8"
Right Handed or Left Handed: right
Your Heritage: African-American
The Shoes You Wore Today: tan loafers
Your Weakness: oatmeal raisin cookies and ice cream and nipples
Your Fears: Birds
Your Perfect Pizza: meat lovers ..no anchovies!!
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: getting my kitchen redone
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: LOL
Thoughts First Waking Up: What am I going to do today
Your Best Physical Feature: My skin
Your Bedtime: when ever i start nodding or realize i gotta get up in the morning
Your Most Missed Memory: my best friend and i hanging out all day long
Pepsi or Coke: Coke
MacDonalds or Burger King: Burger King
Single or Group Dates: Single
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Nestea
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee: neither
Do you Swear: Hell yeah
Do you Sing: I do but not well...and only for myself.
Do you Shower Daily: Yes there are those days on the weekends that I don't cuz i'm not going anywhere.
Have you Been in Love: Yes
Do you want to go to College: Finished
Do you want to get Married: Hmmm not sure
Do you believe in yourself: Yes I does!
Do you get Motion Sickness: uh huh
Do you think you are Attractive: Yes
Are you a Health Freak: I wish
Do you get along with your Parents: Sort of
Do you like Thunderstorms: no
Do you play an Instrument: My organ..hee hee
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Yes
In the past month have you Smoked: Yes
In the past month have you been on Drugs: Yes perscription for back pain
In the past month have you gone on a Date: Noooooooo anybody wanna set me up?
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Yes Beverly Center
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: No
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Yuck hate fish
In the past month have you been on Stage: Yes
In the past month have you been Dumped: no u gotta have a date for that
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: no
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: no
Ever been Drunk: Yep
Ever been called a Tease: When I was young...I don't play now
Ever been Beaten up: Hell to the Naw
Ever Shoplifted: yes I was young
How do you want to Die: In my sleep
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: Rich
What country would you most like to Visit: Ghana again
Number of Drugs I have taken: Today? only 1
Number of CDs I own: too many to count
Number of Piercings: none
Number of Tattoos: none
Number of things in my Past I Regret: Don't regret anything. However wish I made some differnt choices.

In a Boy/Girl…
Favorite Eye Color: Green
Short or Long Hair: doesn't matter
Height, Tall or Short? either
Physique you like -Muscular, Athletic, Slender, a Few Extra Pounds, Large, Obese: Athletic or Slender
Hairy or smooth? Smooth


Now what about you????

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Black People You Are Example for All

I know that Black people all know this already...but We are the most admired and hated culture in the entire world!

Whew that was a harsh way of starting things off. Unfortunately, I feel that it is true. I'm not speaking for anyone but myself or am I? I think it's a true compliment to be imitated. At the same time I sometimes feel as if anything that Black people create is in some way stolen from us. It's fine for us to take pride in knowing that we created a thing. What is wrong is when we are not acknowledged for it. Somethings even if we aren't acknowledged, there's just no way it can be denied where it came from.

When people of other cultures adopt what we have created. They are looked at in aw as an amazing talent. There's some truth to that because Black people are extra amazing people and if anyone can imitate us and that imitation is believeable then they deserve praise.

I give God the praise for creating us in his image. I googled "in God's image" and found a site where it asked people in a forum what that meant. There were many good answers. However this answer supports what I'm trying to convey.

"Quite literally the word translated"image" means shadow.We are shadows of an Extra-Dimensional Super Intelligence. It means we are something like Him But without the power or exterior effectiveness of the Overmind. We can Love, and hate and fight and cherish, but we can never love everything that ever was or will be. We are reflections or images of the Originator, but we are all the more so when we try to be like Him. even as children are the image of their parents That is in truth what it mean to be in His Image. It also means that we fall under His shadow of protection. "

If this is true then does that mean all the other cultures are made in Black people's image? At least that would support some of my earlier statements. Hee hee. I'm going to say yes, it does mean that.

See exhibit Z-9733908679209348387923430897848752-7845489498 below. Hope it makes you smile and tell the Lord that you love him!

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Working Under Pressure

I don't know why I only get to moving when I feel under pressure. What the hell is that all about? At work or at home it's the same thing. I know what needs to be done. In most cases I find all types of things to do that don't need to be done and sometimes o make more of a mess. That I end up having to take care of either at the same time or just before the task that really needs to be done.

Then when the date gets closer that something absolutely must be completed. That's when I jump into action. Mind you I jump complaining all the time that either I should have started this sooner or that this task is more than I thought it was.

Even right now. I need to have taken the trash out earlier. It's 11:38pm and I thought about this from the moment that I got home. However, I have watched tv, took a nap, made more trash but still not taken it out. I'm on here blogging about it. After I finish this blog I'm going to put my shoes on get all the trash together. Make all that noise that the trash cans make rolling them to the curb.

In the end it all comes out ok. Just wish I had the motivation to do things a lot earlier than I do.
I just get so distracted. I know there's a reason for this that I intend to explore..but right now I gotta take the trash out.

Does anybody have any tips for my motivational issues?????????????

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

What sign are you?


I'm a Leo.



I remember years ago this used to be the 1st question a lot of people would ask you upon meeting them. I don't think it happens as much these days. I don't ask it much but eventually I do get around to it. Only because there are a couple of signs that I feel I need to temper my relationships with. Not that I won't befriend them but getting into a relationship with one of them could be dissasterous for me. Just my experience.


What's your sign?

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

A Message From Morehouse



I don't need to add anything to this. What do you think? I'd really like to know how people feel about this.
A Message From Morehouse
By Colbert I. King

Eliminate young African American men, and what would police, jailers,social workers, and sports and entertainment moguls do for a living?

After all, young black men live to get in trouble, make babies, actout on stage, slam-dunk and dance in the end zone. That, at least, isthe mass-media-influenced image that is accepted as "authentic" by people who should know better.

Someone who does know better is Robert M. Franklin, the president of Morehouse College, the venerable, all-male, historically black Atlanta college noted for building up and turning out generations of outstanding leaders such as Martin Luther King Jr., the theologian and writer Howard W. Thurman, and prominent D.C. lawyer James L. Hudson.

Franklin's remarks to students at an April 21 town hall meeting on thecampus didn't make headlines. But excerpts from "The Soul of Morehouse and the Future of the Mystique" are making the rounds in African American homes and in social settings, thanks to the Internet and a communications phenomenon called the "black express," which preceded and outlives the Pony Express.

Franklin's speech focused on Morehouse students. But his message has caught on because it speaks to a larger community of up-and-coming young black men who are studiously ignored by arbiters of popular culture.

He translated the mystique into eight simple words: "Renaissance men with social conscience and global perspective."

Franklin said that after two years at the college, he had recognized acritical ingredient that bonds Morehouse men: a fundamental sense of discontent with mediocrity and nonsense. He encouraged the continued development of young black men "so sensitive to the presence of disorder, mediocrity and injustice that they cannot sleep well at night." And he used the moment to take on what he views as the corruption that threatens the soul of young men and women "inside and outside the Morehouse village": the young black male antics so celebrated by popular culture. That conduct, he suggested, represents the behavior of "the spiritually ill and disoriented.

"He demanded, that students instead embrace his "Five Wells":well-read, well-spoken, well-traveled, well-dressed and well-balanced. And he highlighted three: reading, speech, and dress.

"I have seen too many students standing in lines wasting time. You should carry something to read and make good use of your down time. Read books, not just summaries of books. Choose an accomplished and prolific writer as a role model," he declared. "But just as important-- if not more -- study grammar and syntax and the art of composition. Learn the power of accurately constructed sentences andwell-positioned words."

"It matters," he said, "how well you write."

He spoke of choosing words carefully.

"This reduces the necessity of relying on profanity or empty verbal placeholders like, 'um, um, ahh . . . ' or nonsense like 'you knowwhat I'm saying?' "Profanity does not reflect your verbal grace and style," he said. "It suggests a lazy mind.

"Franklin's thoughts on diversity and decorum are required reading.

"As an all-male institution with the explicit mission of educating menwith disciplined minds," said Franklin, "the great challenge of this moment in history is our diversity of sexual orientation."

"Why don't we," he asked the students, "use this opportunity to model something our community needs?"

"Straight men," Franklin said, "should learn more about the outlooksa nd contributions of gay men. Read a book by a gay author. Have an intelligent conversation with a gay neighbor." Franklin reminded theMorehouse students: "At a time when it was truly scandalous to have homosexual friends or associates, Dr. King looked to Bayard Rustin, ablack gay man, as a trusted adviser. And, Malcolm X regarded James Baldwin, a black gay man, as a brilliant chronicler of the black experience."

"To my straight brothers," he said, "diversity at Morehouse is an opportunity that can enrich your education if you are courageous enough to seize the opportunity. We cannot force you, but we invite you to learn from your environment."

On decorum and dress: "I have not desired to be overly prescriptive about this. You do not have to wear a tie and jacket to class, although no one would object to it. You're a college student. You can enjoy yourself while wearing comfortable clothing that respects the fact that you are part of a community of educated and ethical men. "But, he demanded, "in the presence of adult learners, do not sag your pants, do not show your undergarments. Do not wear do-rags, and do not wear baseball caps in class or in the cafeteria."

"Wear what you wish to off campus," he said. "But, while you are here on the ground where [Benjamin] Mays and Martin [Luther King Jr.] and Maynard [Jackson] walked, those items are off limits."

"If you want to be part of something rare and noble, something that the world has not often seen -- a community of educated, ethical, disciplined black men more powerful than a standing army -- then you've come to the right place."

To the knuckleheads and clowns who exploit their color while degrading their legacy, Franklin declared: "If you cannot follow the guidelines of a moral community, then leave."

Let the church say "Amen."

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

ow ow ow ow ow ow


Well I'm sure you can guess that if I'm writing a post that I didn't win the damn Lottery! Grrrrrrrrr I'm mad about that but must push on.

Instead of winning the lottery I got back pain. Dammit. I was trying to move this cement bench top that I have in my yard. There were some guys here putting up new fencing and they didn't put the bench back together. I think I know why now! Well I bent over to lift it..(obviously not the right way) and realized that this damn thing is heavy. So the little bit that I lifted it off the ground I quickly put it back down. I didn't feel any pain at the time just went on about my business. Well the next morning when I woke up I could barely get out of the bed! What the hell. At the time I didn't even remember the bench it took me almost 4 days to realize that that's what had happened. Is that a sign of age...lawd it probably is. sigh.

Anyway, my back was OK for most of the week except getting out of bed. That is until Friday when it was hurting all day long. So 2 Saturdays ago I went to Rite Aid and asked the Pharmacist what I should take that was over the counter. Motrin she said and take 3 tablets. Well I read the directions and it said to take 1 or 2 if 1 didn't help. So I figured the drug companies know what they are talking about and took 1. Well within a half hour I was feeling fine. That is until Monday when it took me a couple of hours before the back pain subsided. Then I went into work. On Tuesday, the pills didn't help and I was at work feeling like OMG! So I left early to make an appointment with the doctor. Of course my Doctor was unavailable so I had to go to Urgent Care. The Motrin had kicked in again so I was OK but the Doctor I saw gave me a prescription for muscle relaxer and Ibuprofen. Thank God he also gave me a Doctor's excuse cuz I was in hella pain this morning. It's been almost 12 hours and I'm finally feeling like I can walk about ok.

I was reading online something that said walking helps so I'm going to head out in a minute to return some lamp shades that don't fit. That makes no damn sense to me. Why wouldn't any lamp shade fit on to any lamp. It may not look right but they all should fit. So I'm back to playing the lottery and of course someone won the money after it went up to $200 mil or something. I think 3 tickets won. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr

Oh Yeah En Vogue is trying to come back. Good luck girls!




Wednesday, April 29, 2009

$181 Million Dollars!

The Mega lottery is $181 Million dayum dollars!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I want that muuuuthaaa fukin money dammit!


And when I get it this is the 1st thing I'm buying...i know black people are always buying shit. I'm no different..LOL



And if I can find out where this house is that the Bentley is parked at, I'm getting that too!!!!

Sorry for all the cussin...I'm just sick of this economy...my 401k is suffering and I need to use that for the naked dancers to lead me down my spiral staircase and drop it on the stairs for me to walk on as I greet everyone at my I ain't workin no dayum more party!!!!!!

Monday, April 20, 2009

American Violet


I don't usually do movie reviews. However, I went to see American Violet tonight and it is an excellent movie. Correct me if I'm wrong but I haven't seen a movie like this in years and I think it is well overdue. Unfortunately, many will probably not get to see it until it is cranked out on to DVD and by that time may have forgotten about it.


The movie addresses the injustice that occurs in our legal system. The story is based on a true story about Dee Roberts in the year 2000. Of course I don't know what city all those that read my blog reside, so you may have a difficult time finding a theater that this movie is playing in. I'm in Los Angeles and it's only playing in a very few theaters. So I know in some cities you probably won't even have it playing at all. I checked in South Carolina and it's not there at all. Maybe they thought it might cause a civil unrest as I'm sure that subject addressed in this movie are probably still happening.


At any rate if it is not playing in your city and you can't go see it right now. Wait for it to come on DVD and do yourself a favor and see it. If nothing else you'll learn that things from the civil rights movement have changed things but that just caused racists to use different tactics to abuse Black people.
You can see the trailer by clicking on the link for American Violet.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

What Now?


I'm bored
Unmotivated
and simply just don't know what to do next.
I don't even really have anything to say right now.
Oh I could talk about Lil Kim on Dancing with the Stars. She did a good job...ok enough of that.
I could talk about A Catholic school not wanting Obama to deliver the commencement speech. For what purpose though? The news shouldn't even be talking about that.
I could talk about how I still haven't made a decision on the colors I want to paint my bedrooms. Or do I really need a new washer and dryer or hardwood floors in my living room. Don't think you care about that.
So then I'll just leave this post now by simply saying..Hello fellow bloggers.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Done Enough

I know y'all have probably already seen this clip from the Bobby Jones show with Fantasia and her Mother singing. But I just had to share it again. I can testify myself that if the Lord has done everything that he plans to do for me then he has done enough. I have been blessed in so many ways and am so very thankful. We should all remember to be thankful.

I don't want to bring up Africa in every post I make for the next 6 months but I think that that trip was indication in so many ways why I need to give thanks. All expenses were paid for me, I met some incredibly self-sustaining, kind people, a connection to my ancestors was realized and I came home and still am able to sustain myself without difficulty in these trying economic times. I have a Mercedes Benz that I was able to pay for in cash, I own my own home and he has kept me safe from harm. So I say thank you!!


Not only has the Lord done enough. He is able and willing to do even more because he loves us. All we have to do is ask and have faith that he will supply us our every need.

I'm not looking at my blessings pridefully. I know that even if I did not have the material things or the experiences that I've had, that the Lord would still ensure my security. I have faith that he loves me and will protect me for all the days of my life.

So this is why I know that if he is done doing things for me then he has done enough!

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Black

After being in Africa I learned some things.

I learned where some of the traditions that we have today came from. The funny thing is that many of the traditions or rituals that we have I don't think we really know where we got them from. When we visited the chief we had to bring him a bottle of schnapps. This was used for the pouring of libations. Whenever there is a ceremony there is a pouring of libations. In this tradition what happens is the chief holds a glass of schnapps up to thank god and then pours some on the ground for the ancestors before he takes a sip himself. This is very similiar to what people do when the pour some liquor on the ground for the homies that are gone. When I learned this it made me think that someone heard about this ritual but somehow misinterpreted it a little. But yet and still it's done and it came from Africa. They talked about Ghanian time...which is the same thing as CP time (colored people time). You've heard the saying that it takes a villiage to raise a child. You probably even lived that growing up and being reprimanded by a neighbor or someone not of your family but that knows your family. We it doesn't have to be said in Africa it's just done. Children roamed around the villiage alone with no fear of being harmed because there is always someone watching and taking care of them. This is where we got that from too.

Even with these traditions or rituals that we were able to hold on to and not knowing why necessarily. We still somehow were able to hold on to things that slave masters couldn't take from us. Now that's just a couple of things that I found similiar but there are more.

You may have read or heard a Black person reciting in a poem or stated in a book or some other source that we are Kings and Queens. I have even said it before in my blog. What I realized while in Africa is that we are not all Kings and Queens and that was evident to me by the hierarchy of things that I saw. So I will no longer refer to myself as a King or anyone else that is Black as King or Queen because the truth of the matter is that I just really don't know. The one thing that I do know and as sad as it is this is one thing that all Black people in America, Spain, or anywhere else in the world can be proud of is that those slaves that were taken from Africa and survived the horrific circumstances that they did were the strongest of Africans. While visiting one of the slave castles the African guide made this quite clear. Not only did they survive the unsanitary and inhumane transportation but even surviving the time spent in the slave castle was indication of their strength. 100s of African men, women and children positioned in rooms with little space to move. There were no bathrooms for the slaves to relieve themselves or places for women to clean themselves when menstruating. So the stench of all this they endured in rooms approximately 500 square feet holding upwards of 200 people, in tightly packed rooms in the castle and also on the ships.

We are who we are and can be proud of our ancestors and know that even if we couldn't survive what they did then today...it's possible that wherever that strength came from is the continued strength that our slave ancestors and beyond had that now affords us some of the liberties that we have today. If you didn't know before you should know now that we come from strong people. Be proud of that because the strength that they had is still in us.

Somkey Robinson recited a poem on Def Comedy Jam sometime ago. Take a listen.

Monday, March 23, 2009

So Much To Tell

I have so much to tell and have had so many experiences since I've been here in Ghana. The one thing I can honestly say is...when I thought that intially the people were not friendly...I was dead wrong...those were people from London on the plane with us.

The people in Ghana everywhere that we have gone are so nice and helpful. Some are being nice to get you to buy there stuff. But even when you say no they don't get an attitude and still smile and wave at you. The average wage here for most people is less than $100 a month. Can you imagine living on that. Well if you lived here you probalby could..but certainly not in conditions that I'm sure you would relish. There are some very rich people here and it's a shame that they don't do more for the people that are poor. I guess we face that same thing in the states though.

The conditions at the orphanage we visited were deplorable to say the least. The children ate off of the filthy floors wearing filthy clothes and wanting attention like you wouldn't believe. The orphange we visited is government run and have probably 6 staff members for over 100 babies and children. The matresses on the beds are horrible the bathrooms, a disgusting site that would cause you to gag. Some of the people here have gotten money together to purchase mattresses and pay people in the community where we built the houses to clean the orphanage. I think the beds are a good idea but the cleaning will only last a short while. More needs to be done as the government only supplies the staff with their small pay and does not pay for medical expenses for the children. Many badly need it. Even this child with Cerebral Palsy was felt joy just to be touched. His smile is so wide and he crawls around the floor to get close to you. He has no idea of the care he could have in the states so he smiles because someone notices him and touches him. I spent a lot of time with him just to make him as if someone cared. I don't know if that was a good or bad thing because he probably won't receive attention like that again in a long time.

Other than that the experience has been overwhelmingly wonderful!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Had a Headache today


Today started off as a good day and we made it to the worksite at 7am. Before we could even get started working a commotion occurred. One of the women from a different country who is also one of the leads of this project (I'm the other lead for the USA Team) decided she would go to the airport to meet our Vice President who was coming in town today. Well that's just not right. I should have said something sooner but I didn't. It's just simple protocol if and executive that you works with comes to another country if there is someone from his country there they should meet him at the airport. Well this upset the woman. I think she was attempting to make some power move, felt like this is her project and she's controlling things, or felt like she friends with the VP. But in fact she is not friends with him nor is she in charge of anyone. I had to let her know that in the nicest way I knew how. Especially when she hung up on me when I was explaining this to her. If I were a woman I would have socked her in the face as soon as I saw her. I thought about how I would act on our way to the airport.


She wasn't making it easy. She refused to speak to me so I waited until after we picked up my VP and got back to the hotel for him to change. While he was chaning I addressed her and let her know in no uncertain terms that she needed to remember the big picture of this situation. We are on a humanitarian project and it should not be about who is in charge but at the same time since my company is involved in this project there are certain protocol's that need to be followed. Whether she liked it or not. I also, told her to let it all go and we could regroup after the event is over to ensure that the progress we are making continues and so that the trip remains pleasant. (I really have matured!!)


Tonight we are going to a cultural event at a different hotel. So, I'm looking forward to that and will take some pictures. Other than that things are going smoothly and my appreciation for what I have and an understanding of what I can do with and without has truly come into focus for me.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

2nd Day of Building








We have been building for 2 days now. The frist day was hard for some, including myself. The heat took a little getting used to and I had not eaten enough breakfast to sustatain myself. I took longer breaks than everyone else. The 2nd day of building I was much better prepared.








Here's a small view of what's happening here. Kumai is many things. It is beautiful and sad all at the same time. There is so much help that is needed here. The orphanage visit was an eye opener. The standards of the building would have cause it to be shut down in seconds in the states. Filthy cribs for babies and I believe that some of the children actually sleep on the floor. I didn't see any blankets around or anything like that. Just bare floors. I didn't see toys for them to play with either. We brought some toys for the children to have on our fist visit. They seemed so unfamiliar with toys that it was obvious that they didn't know what to do with them. They were all starving for attention. For us in the states this would seem like child cruelity. In this region the most important thing is to have a place where the children can be safe and get something to eat. Anything else is extra. Also, when things are donated to the orphanage we are not positive that they children see them. It's possible that material things are being sold. We have no proof of that however. We will be going back again to deliver some of the backpacks and other items that hadn't arrived once we got here. We will probalby also be purchasing tiles so that the children have a more sanitary floor to play and sleep on. Right now it's just cement and a few wooden benches.



I would have had pictures of some of the children from the orphanage but the battery on my camera died that day. I'll have some of them when I return.



However, I do have these pictures of the houses we are building and some of the children that live in the villiage. I must say that my mind has changed about the friendliness of Ghananians. As we drive through the city children and some adults wave at us constantly. At the build site the curious children are always close by. Here are some pictures of them and some of the builders who are called Artisans. They are masons and carpenters.






Here's a pic of one of the guys that was digging a 20ft hole in the ground. He's probably about 5'7" tall but all the workers and most of the men that I've seen here are extremely fit. We as americans should be extremely ashamed of ourselves for the way we look. INCLUDING MYSELF! I mean it is rare to see man or woman that is overweight here. You will see more women that are heavier but I believe that's due to baby weight.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Kumasi

We are in Kumasi now. It was a 6 hour drive over some rough roads. The internet service is pretty poor here. It's difficult to upload pictures and stay connected. Click the Flickr link to see some pics.

There's a lot more to write but we are on our way to the orphanage and have a meeting just before to prepare us.

Hope all are well.

Friday, March 13, 2009

I made it!


Hello All,



I'm in Ghana! You know the saying it's hotter than a witches coochie. Let me tell you that her coochie is just luke warm. It's hot here. We got here about 10pm and it was 84 degrees and humid.


Right away you can see the poverty. People scrambling to help you with your bags almost taking them from you to get you in their taxis. I keep hearing about how friendly people are here but I haven't quite experienced that yet. I think the people are very elegant however. There is an air of sophistication about them all. They are regal in their manner no matter their life circumstances. You can however tell the rich from the poor here.


Rich is what was on the plane with us. It was quite a culture shock on the plane in London to Accra you could count the number of white people. I think I counted 6.

We'll be going into town later today to experience more of the city before we move on to another region. You know I love art and in the hotel there was an art gallery. They actually let me take picutes of it. The pictures in this blog are a part of the gallery and just a few of my favorites.






Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Whoooosh!

I'm so excited I don't know what to do with myself. I've been packing for a couple of days now. Putting things in the bag taking things out. Reshuffling clothes etc.



Now today is the day that we take off. Tomorrow I will be in AFRICA!



I got online earlier today and a friend of mine that lives in NY hit me up. He's African and said that he is going to be in Accra towards the end of the month. How great is that! By the time he gets there is when we will have our free time to pretty much do whatever we want so this is perfect. I'll be able to hang out with him and see the side of Ghana that I was so nervous about before. Now I'll have no need to be nervous because I'll be with someone that I trust and knows his way around.



He keeps saying how fine the guys are there. Hopefully I'll have some pictures to show you to prove that fact!

Monday, March 02, 2009

Completely Over You

When I first met him several thoughts danced in my head.


The words attractive, intelligent, sensitive, caring, honorable and sexy came to mind. These thoughts stayed in my head for quite some time. Even though some of the words that spilled from his lips showed thie idiotic logic, insecure tendencies, and misleading intent. I hung on to the initial words that filled my head. Whether it was what I wanted to hear and see really doesn't mean a thing any longer because now I'm so over him.


Finally my eyes opened and I could hear and see clearly that he was not the prince that I once thought.


In fact he became the forgotten soul that slithers near it's prey. Searching for anything that will make it feel as if its a prince. Devouring maliciously gifts bestowed upon him in appreciation for the falsehood that lies within.

I actually hadn't thought about him for several months then someone asked me about him today and I needed a minute to realize who they were talking about. Who? I said...The distastefulness in my mouth required me to spit. I only replied no we don't talk anymore and left it at that.

It struck me strange that I hadn't thought about him because at one time I thought my relationship with him would be something special. How wrong was I.


I got past the days of wanting to cuss him very quickly. As my motto goes..."Enjoy the moment". That moment was over long before it started when I think retrospectively about it. As he said he wasn't the man for me. That was the one truth he told.


For awhile I felt sorry for him and on some level I probably still do. Not because he's not with me. More so, because he is lost. He will encounter many because that is what he does...but none will stay long and even those that he has known long will not be loyal to him. For after awhile they realize too that he is not a prince but instead a forgotten soul filled with lies, misery, confusion, and delusions. He doesn't know it because they say it behind his back. His clandestine activities are ineffective in their camaflauge. More people know of his works than he even knows.


When the time comes that you can clearly see someone for who they are is when you know who you really are. I'm completely over him and my life is much better. The picture of him is clear in my mind. Especially since I am seeing him from the inside.


The lesson here is to put yourself first and listen with more than your heart.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Staring


Do you ever go through times in your life where you find yourself staring at those around you. Whether it is people at work, friends or family. Sometimes you just wonder where are they really coming from? What is it that they are getting from me or need from me?
Sometimes when their mouths are moving I just sit there and stare. I just have no words. My trip is coming up soon and I am so looking forward to getting away from the lips moving and not saying shit!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Valentine


Happy Valentine's Day everyone!


Last year I wrote this mushy valentine post. I don't regret anything I said on that post. That was a page in a chapter that is long completed. If there were book burners in life they would have ripped that chapter out to start the fire.


This year I'm sending love to all that read this post.
MUUUUUUUUAAAAAH!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Another Movie for Beyoncé




Well Beyonce has another movie scheduled to come out on April 24th called Obsessed. It actually looks like it might be a decent movie. It stars she, Idris Elba and Ali Larter. Although some times movies look good in the trailer but could be a hot mess. Click on the word Obsessed to check out the trailer.


I just realized that Deonte'K posted on this movie too in January. Well I really have nothing else to say about it...don't want to make him mad...he thinks Beyonce is his 2nd wife..hee hee.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

What did you want to be?


Is there something that you had passion about when you were growing up that because of school or the necessity to survive you went down a path other than you initial passion?

When I was young I wanted to be a Carol Burnett dancer on her variety show. I know I'm dating myself but what the hell I don't look it! :-P There was only one black male dancer on the show and they always had him in the back. I just knew that if I was dancing on the show they'd have to put me in the front because I was so good. I can remember my brother saying to me that he thought I was going to join the Navy because of the Navy movies that I used to watch. Little did he realize, the navy movies that I was watching were of Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly portraying seaman and I used to watch those movies because I loved the dancing. Here's a clip of one of Carol Burnett's show's with the Jackson 5 performing. You'll see the black dancer in his normal spot in the back or far off to the left.





Although the show didn't have that much soul ...yeah that was what we said at the time...I still wanted to dance on it. You didn't see many black dancers at all on TV during these times. Now these clips show some black dancers with soul. If you want to go straight to the dancing go to about 2:40 mins









Saturday, January 31, 2009

Patience



I have been popping patience pills for awhile now. But lately I feel like I'm about to overdose. I haven't been blogging or reading blogs for a few days.

Since the new year I have worked my A$$ off. I'm being stressed to the limit with things that people expect of me and those that are disregarding me.

I remember years ago someone told me that I didn't know how to say no. So I learned but lately I feel like my lessons have been lost. I need to practice...no no no no no no, no dammit!

I hope to be back to normal next week. Sorry I haven't been around for a few days.

Oh yeah I almost got kicked off the Africa trip. I'll have to blog about that one of these days. Still pissed off about it. But I am going and can't wait!!!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Honored


I was given an award and a very nice compliment that caused me to be at a loss for words. This is why...Moanerplicities gave me the Helping Hand award that you see to the left. I remember when I first started blogging I was doing it just to practice writing and to get some things off my chest. I guess I'm still doing that. I read many blogs and thru those blogs I found my own voice. Moanerplicities' blog was one that I always read and find it always soulful. I'm a soul child so that always turns me on. Right on to Moanerplicities!! :-) See the verbiage for the award and what those awarded should do next.

Receiving the Emblem in recognition for your mentoring, support, and encouragement to a fellow blogger is no small fete! It is evidence that you have gone well beyond the call of duty by your continued efforts to "leave the pile higher than you found it"! It is further evidence that your blog(s)has been identified as the epitome of excellence and is certainly admired.Thank you for your inspiration.


1. Simply Fred Smith - Thanks for getting me started!
4. Fuzzy
5. Coming Into My Own - I call her Beautiful Black Butterfly


Receiving the Emblem from a seasoned blogger is a testimony to you that you're on the right track! That your voice is being heard. And there are those out here in the blogsphere that recognize your potential even if you don't. Keep up the good work, and remember to "Pay it Forward".Even though you may already be "seasoned", continue to inspire:




* I know I'm not supposed to do this but I want to give the award to all those in D-Favorite Places cuz they all inspire me. That's why their favorites. But the rules were to only list 10.

The Rules:

1. Select 10 bloggers: 5 you consider your blogging Helping Hand then "Pay it Forward" by extending your "Helping Hand" to 5 additional bloggers in support and encouragement for their efforts.

2. In passing on the Emblem, each recipient must provide the name of blog or blog author with a link for others to visit.Each recipient must show the Emblem and put the name and link to the blog that has given it to her or him.

3. Link the Emblem to this post: Helping Hand: Much Obliged and Paying it Forward so that others will know it origin and impetus.

4. If you have not already done so, show your recipients some love by adding them to your blog roll, Technorati Favorite list, or in any other way to further let them know that their blog voice is important to you and being heard.

5. Add your name to The Helping Hand meme and don't forget to leave a comment as a permanent record of all Helping Hand recipients.

6. Display the rules.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Happy Black President's Day!



Happy Black President's Day yall!

As Martin Luther King, Jr and President Barack Obama used words of hope. So do I. I hope for small changes that make big impacts.

The picture in this post is the subject of my hope. Hope that young and old Black men will be seen in a new light. A light that doesn't focus on our faults, so vividly displayed by the media at every turn, but on the strengths of our character, creativity, intelligence, commitment and beauty.

I dreamed as did Martin of this day. I pray for healthy relationships, successful ambitions, meaningful lives, and abundant resiliency.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Times were very different..be thankful


Not so very long ago things in America were very different. About 20 years ago when people were dying like flies from AIDS their going home celebrations were not always dignified. Here's an example:

Vernon

Vernon a gay man served in the armed forces. I met Vernon through his ex lover Greg as they remained very good friends. Soft spoken, with his military discipline he had a kind heart and embraced me as a new friend. I was the youngest of their group of friends. There was always something going on. From a party, bar-b-Que, road trip to San Francisco or San Diego, beach parties, you name it they always included me.

As I began to get a little older and find my way through Los Angeles on my own with the lessons they had taught me. I would see Vernon out at the club or just around the city. He still looked good and still had that smile that let you know he cared about you.

Years later I heard that Vernon had AIDS and he wasn't doing very well. He was home with his mother here in Los Angeles. Maybe 3 weeks after I heard the news of his illness, I received another phone call that Vernon had died and given the details of his funeral.

I was there for the service that was held at the funeral home. His home Church would not allow his AIDS ridden body into the Lord's house. I remember the night when he passed and Greg and Vernon's mother attempted to find a Funeral Home that would take him. None of the Black popular funeral homes in L.A. would take him so they settled for a small one in the Black community. The white funeral homes were called too but all hung up once they found out the cause of his death.

After a few days of his body laying in the hospital the small black funeral home picked him up. The funeral home told his mother that they would be able to embalm him unlike most of the other homes that would not even if they did take him. As the ritual is you give the funeral home the clothes that you want the deceased to be buried in. His mother purchased a brand new Armani Suit (like Vernon always wanted), shoes, shirt and tie.

On the day of the funeral Vernon's mother was told by the Funeral Director that the service would be a closed casket funeral, due to the effects of embalming a person with AIDS. The service went on without a hitch. The procession formed and we were off to the cemetery. While following the hearse all of a sudden it stopped in front of the cemetery gates. We all pulled over and got out of our cars to find out what was wrong.

I walked over to Greg who was riding with Vernon's mother and he told me that, Vernon's mother insists on seeing her son before he is put in the ground. The reason they stopped outside the cemetery's gates is because this was a military cemetery and once inside Vernon would be the property of the military and nothing could be done. They tried to get the Funeral Director to open the casket right there. They were insistent but to no avail the Director said it was illegal to do that. They said the only way they could open the casket would be back at the funeral home.

Back to the funeral home we went. I can not imagine what was going on in the heads of the funeral home employees and director as we headed back. Once back at the funeral home they took the casket into a back room where they would allow only Vernon's mother and Greg to enter. All was silent outside the room waiting for this to end so that we could take Vernon to his final resting place. Moments later we hear arguing, the Funeral Director didn't want to open the casket. I understand that Greg pushed him out of the way and opened the casket. The next sounds was the scream and wailing of Vernon's mother.

The funeral home had not touched Vernon's nude body that still lay in the sheets from the hospital bed stuffed in a body bag! The Police were called and so was the news. An hour later only the Police had arrived. There was no news to report this travesty.

The task of finding another funeral home as you can guess was difficult. One was however found and this time there was no service. Just the burial. Vernon was buried in his Armani Suit, shoes, shirt and tie this time. He was put to rest finally with dignity.

I'm very thankful to have had Vernon as a friend.
Times were very different. I'm also, thankful that those living with AIDS are no longer dying as quickly as they were in the past.

This was a true story...I'm hopeful with these changing times that we will have much more to be thankful for.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

I was moved


I know that everyone that comes to my blog is a reader. You might not read in the traditional way of picking up a book from the library, bookstore or ordering one online, but you are ravenous readers all the same. Your choice might be to read from the Internet. If that is the case ebooks are a great opportunity for you.

In my D Brothas in Bizness 4 Themselves (located just below my followers that I really appreciate on this blog) a friend of mine Chuma has a publishing company and he also writes himself. He asked me to check out the excerpt from his latest book which I did without question. The title of the book is "My Ancestors Traveled Them Home" for the small cost of $5.99 to be read on your computer or to be printed if you prefer to feel the pages. You can also read an excerpt before purchasing it by clicking on Chuma's eBooks. I purchased the book and read it in it's entirety in a very short period of time.


After reading it I sent Chuma the email below. If my response intrigues you support him by reading it as well:



Chuma,

I can't believe I sat here and read the whole thing 1st of all. Your book was one of the most beautiful and heartfelt pieces of work that I have ever read in my entire life!!

I love it and I love you so very much for being able to express your feelings and thoughts so vividly. The experiences you had may not be the same for everyone but they certainly allow the reader to relate and even release some of the pain that they have not been able to resolve before reading your work. I am speaking for others but my self as well.

As I read your book many of the people that I have loved and lost came to mind. Also, the ones that are still here and I love were brought to the forefront of my mind including you of course. I had thoughts of my death and how beautiful it would be if I had someone to eulogize me as beautifully as you did your mother. I have often struggeled attempting to write about the loss of so many family members and friends that I have loved and even though the words still fail me to a certain extent. You helped to give voice to some of my own thoughts.

Your book is a testament to all on why they should love hard and completely.

Thank you so very much for sharing that with me.

Sincerely always loving you while wiping tears from my eyes with the back of my hand.

Your friend forever,
D

Greed


Did you know that in 2007 America spent $161.8 billion dollars on terrorism? 2,000 people have been killed on account of terrorism, 70 of whom were American.

Did you know that heart disease is the number one cause of death in America killing 450,000 people a year. America spends $2.9 billion on research for this disease.

This means we spend 54 times the amount on terrorism than heart disease which causes more deaths.

I believe greed has something to do with this.

I got this information from a dvd that a friend shared with me called The Zeitgeist Movement. There was a lot of other information in this DVD as well that sums up the world as being corrupt. I didn't think that that was such a big revelation in the documentary but how this corruption was achieved might be interesting to some. The documentary also talked about how we can change from a monetary system that caused all of this greed an classism in the first place.

It also talked of changing to a resource based society. Check out The Venus Project to see how they believe we can accomplish that if your interested.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Muscle Relaxers

I was looking around youtube and this clip reminded me of when I had a dental procedure where they were going to have to put me to sleep. So the doctor gave me a pill to take 2 hours before my appointment. On my way to the appointment the pill kicked in. Man oh man oh man. I felt like I was in utopia and everything around me was absolutely gorgeous and I didn't have a worry in the world. Needless to say the Doctor wouldn't tell me what the pill was the bastard. Hee Hee but it's probably best he didn't cuz I was feeling hella good!

Enjoy a good laugh on me.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Happy New Year Everyone!


This Lion wishes you a prosperous and fierce 2009.


















Bring in the new year with the innocence and curiosity of a baby! Free of hangups and open to possibilities and prosperity! Wishing you all the best!




Saturday, December 27, 2008

The Result

The results of my little situation on Christmas night was less than I anticipated after staying up really late thinking about how I would talk to my missing friend. I'll call him BuckBuck.

The next day BuckBuck called me to apologize. I couldn't talk at the time because I was on my way out with my parents and didn't want their day to be filled with any concern as I spoke to him. So I told him that we would talk later. He wanted me to accept his apology right then but me being me was not going to do that until I said what I stayed up all night thinking about. I told him that we were ok and we'd talk and not to worry. He did sound like he was remiss.

I sent him a text message while I was out.
Me: I will see you later right?

BuckBuck: No

Me: Why Not? You have called me for weeks to ensure that I came down here for xmas, you better see me.

BuckBuck: Ok

Me: I mean it!

BuckBuck: Ok

That was the last response I got from BuckBuck and I didn't see him while I was in my parents town. So I assume that he decided to remain in misery with little care for whether he ruined our friendship or not. In my mind he had not but I wanted to get some things straight with him if we were to continue as friends. Now I won't worry about this anymore.

I'm blessed to have friends that do really care about me and my feelings. So one from the past that I hadn't been in much contact with anyway will not matter in the big picture of my life. I know who cares about me and I know who trapses through my life only for a glance. I'm a grown man and It's unfortunate that everyone that comes in our paths is not grown.

So I'll continue being happy with those that care about me and blessed because they do. I wish him all the best but I don't have the time to worry about what I can't do anything about. In my life I've had to move on from so many people that one more that only has spent brief moments in the span of my life in so many years will not be hard to get past.

The rest of my holidays will be happy and I hope yours too. For those of you who commented on my last post...thank you for your encouragement.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Not Like I Imagined

I'm going to see two friends of mine tomorrow that I went to Junior High and High School with. One of the friends I've stayed in contact with over the years even though we live in different cities. The other we hadn't see since graduation until our last class reunion. I've spoke to the missing friend a couple of times on the phone since our reunion. Tomorrow I'll see the both of them again. We had a 3 way phone call earlier this evening. Our out of touch friend was obviously drunk on the phone. And said somethings that neither my constant friend or I appreciated. When we see each other tomorrow I'm going to need to take a breath before speaking. Had I not been at my parents house and they in earshot I'm sure I would have called him everything but a child of God at the audacity of his drunken comments. I know I'm babbling right now but my typing this is helping me to think about how I'm going to handle this situation tomorrow.

Strange this is the only post that I have with no picture of any kind. I just can't imagine right now how this is going to play out or how I'm going to feel at the end of it all. I just know that the way I'm feeling right now is not how I imagined I would feel on Christmas day. I need to kick his ass just for that!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Happy Holidays!!


It's Christmas Eve and this is the time of year when people always make changes in their lives. Or at least when they decide that they need to make some changes.


I don't promise that I'll make any changes. I just do my best to be a better me. So this year I wish all that wander upon my blogspot a wonderful holiday season and all the blessesings, happiness, and success that you can handle!!


Envision your future as you want to see it and make love a priority!


Friday, December 05, 2008

Nervous

I haven't talked about this because I guess for some reason it just didn't feel real to me. I've had very minimal feelings about it which I think is strange. Sometimes I feel a tinge of excitement and other times it just feels like a story that I'm reading. I'm unsure of what to expect. I've been trying to read things online but the things that I've read have only made added to my nervousness.



Ya see, next year I'm going to Ghana. I'm a little excited about it today because I just found out that instead of flying coach as we originally thought, we'll be flying business class. So right now I'm most excited to know that I'll be comfortable on this 18hour flight to Acra, Ghana.


I'll be going to Ghana with some co-workers on a special project that our company is taking part in for the 1st time ever. My company in the U.S. is joining up with our company in the UK and in Ghana to build houses in the Ashanti Region of Ghana. Now anyone that knows me is probably thinking. You build houses???...well yeah me! LOL. I'm all for paying to get things done right and quickly rather than doing it myself and be unsure of the final results. However, I don't mind getting my hands dirty and love the feeling of accomplisment when my efforts are something that will be useful for someone else. So that's what I'm going to do.








I'm actually the U.S. Team Leader in this 1st endeaver. What I'm a little nervous about is not the work but moreso how I will be perceived. After searching the internet for Gay Ghana all I found were negative articles sighting that homosexuality is illegal and Police and inhabitants of Ghana sometimes beat or kill those who they think may be gay for purely stereotypical reasons. Now I'm by no means flamboyantly gay but I'm also not the stereotypical macho man either. So this is where my concerns come in as the customs in this country are quite different from our own in the States.

An example of that is: we are required to meet the King of the villiage to gain his approval to build for his villiagers. What this process is right now I don't know. I'm sure I'll find out before we go but it still makes me nervous. Will I be asked if I am married and have children and if not why not? You know the questions that your family may wonder about but never say anything.

While I'm excited about the opportunity to do some good for people in Africa and having the opportunity to do some sightseeing there for free for 2 weeks. I'm still a little apprehensive about what I might encounter. I will however, make sure that I understand the customs of this country so that I do not offend anyone while visiting.

I am excited about this opportunity also because my mother company was happy that employees came up with this project,, are backing us financially and they'd like to do something like this world-wide on a regular basis in the future. If this project is successful I'm going to try to create a new job out of it. Maybe I'll be the Director of International Charitable Affairs or something..LOL What I do know is that if I'm able to create this position I'll be able to see the world for free!

Has anyone been to Ghana and can give me some advice?

Monday, December 01, 2008

What Kinda...
























I don't know who this baby is or who it belongs to. Just thought it was cute and needed something to go along with my post. LOL

So I was stuck at home pretty much all weekend doing this month-end ritual that I've been assigned for work. It's horrid I tell you absolutley horrid. I think my manger put me on it so that I can be frustrated with the process and get it fixed. It's the most tedius thing I've ever had to do in my life and takes like 6 hours to do each day. I was thinking I can't wait til she goes out on maternity leave! I'll try to get some of those off-shore guys to do this crap.

Anyway, so I'm doing this process and I get an email response from her. Ok, no big deal. I just thought damn this woman is pregnant and due any day now and her ass is working on a Sunday afternoon. Her ass needs to sit down somewhere and rest.

30 mins later I get another email from her. This time she's sending out an annoucement that she had her baby on Thanksgiving day. I was like what the hell is wrong with her ass. She just had the baby 10 mins ago and she's already online responding to emails and I'm sure doing other work. Well at least we won't have to deal with her for a few more weeks. Knowing her she won't take the entire maternity leave...just like she didn't when she had her 3yo. I can't wait til this new baby is a terrible 2yo and the other is 5yo. Maybe then her ass will calm down a little cuz she'll be so damn tired from running around with the kids then everybody else will have a little peace.

I'm laughing to myself because this post is like a Look at this Nigger type post. LOL