2012: Breaking Out Of The Conditioning of Our Condition Mind, Body & Soul-It Takes A Village Not Only To Raise A Child But Also A Family & a Nation!


If 2011 did anything, it made it very clear to me that we are in a state of emergency, where we really have to get our houses in order as individuals, as families & as nations. As the late great Robert Nester Marley said, “there is so much trouble in the world…all you gotta do is give a little, take a little”. We have so many people who are just all the way spent in mere shells of bankrupt souls of their humanity. It takes a village not only to raise a child, but also to raise a family & a nation. We need to get our villages back in order on so many levels. It was disturbing to say the least when I saw what the New York Post headline described as the “Mad Man” on TV saying he would have killed more people if his gun hadn’t locked. This man in the shell of an ex-con ready to do battle to rid himself of his demons in order to go back into the safety of the only life he has known for the past seven years, has totally given up on life and any hope for a better tomorrow, and unfortunately we have too many in our communities who are following this course. This man, this son, this mother weren’t born out of thin air. Where are our families in caring for and raising the village well enough to step in long before we get to the point of disaster and self-destruction?

A lunatic ex-con turned an afternoon bus commute in Queens into a bloodbath Friday, executing a commuter in cold-blood and shooting a second in the jaw — minutes after killing his girlfriend’s teenage son. Fueled by dangerous paranoia following his release from prison, Damel Burton, 34, carried out a psychotic 15-minute spree that left two people dead and sent terrified passengers stampeding off a Q111 bus, police sources said. The madman told cops he believed the commuters were plotting against him. “People on the bus were on the phone and he thought they were talking about him,” a police source said. The gunman, who had grown increasingly unhinged following a seven-year prison stint for armed robbery, then boarded the bus and randomly shot innocent commuter Marvin Gikes, 36, in the back of the head, police sources said. He collapsed on the bus’ rear steps and died.Next, the gunman blasted commuter Jojuan Lipsey, 29, in the face as screaming passengers ran for their lives, sources said. Lipsey, a state-employed counselor for developmentally disabled patients, was heading home from work to see his wife and kids when a bullet tore through his mouth. “He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time,”.., The teen victim’s mother, identified by friends as Sheena, had been unable to ease tensions between her son and her oddball boyfriend, friends said. The suspected killer told cops he’d “had to settle a beef” shortly after his arrest — possibly referring to his problems with Murrell.” READ MORE

A young Ghanaian rapper by the name of “Gabe Smalls” killed himself recently over the fact that the loss of his woman was too much for him to bare. I saw so many Ghanaians on facebook cursing him for committing the ultimate sin in so called “Christian beliefs within an African construct”, of not only condemning yourself to hell on judgment day, but also placing a scarlet letter on your family name in shaming them by not being strong enough to live through the pain of suffering that we seem to wear as a badge of honor on many levels as global Africans. I was disgusted, but not surprised of the vitriol of so called Christians & religious people who have been so conditioned by their conditioning that they forgot their humanness in allowing a soul to rest in peace and that the ultimate teaching of all religions, faiths and ideologies of our humanity is to treat someone the way you would want to be treated. Like it was said by Earth Wind & Fire’s keyboardist and founding member, Larry Dunn on a recent CNN article entitled “Where Is The Love in R&B Music” -“Some of what we lost was an appreciation of Love“.

It seems we are losing our families, our people and our humanness in our lack of appreciation and respect for the power of love. Any human being who has a lack of love in their soul will eventually go mad; whether it is in their reality or their imagination. We must hold ourselves accountable for how we use words and actions that hurt and destroy. I have seen so called Christians, Muslims, Jews and so called religious people in general defending the molestation, degradation of children and women, along with the lack of  acceptance in personal responsibility of the men of all these religious orders who have been exposed this past year for the destruction of lives that they continue to leave  in mass as their loyal followers continue to honor and defend them in the name of God, Allah, Yahweh, Jesus  and many other false prophets and prophecies which somehow elevate them to be untouchable and beyond any other mortal. I am in no way saying anyone’s God is a false prophet but too often those that speak as the voice of God come in many Luciferous forms.We have been conditioned in our conditioning in justifying words and actions of ourselves that we denounce in others.

As I read and thought about this young aspiring rapper from Ghana and this so named by the NY Post as “ex-con lunatic” who went on a shooting rampage after being released from prison; I thought about how as global Africans we brush off the real issue of mental illness as some man mad evil that we bring unto ourselves; whether through genetics or as some sort of religious evil or curse without ever taking the science behind it seriously enough to address it and find a remedy or cure for it in our battle between our cultural beliefs  and science.

I had to witness as my own younger cousin as a little boy barely old enough to feed himself became the scapegoat of his mother’s side of the family with a scarlet letter placed on him in their witch-hunt, where he was named “the witch” who brought the evil curse- void of the name mental illness- to his uncle who had murdered someone and had been subsequently arrested for his actions without anyone wanting to address and take action in dealing with the mental illness that caused him to take another man’s life without ever thinking of the subsequent consequences to both families and the generations to follow. My cousin’s mother in the condition of her conditioning perpetuated the mental illness that was running rampant through her family by abusing and punishing her own child for somehow bringing shame and evil to her family and causing her brother to go crazy enough to murder another man, just by the mere fact of him being born with dark skin. The global African issue with colorism is a whole other story that has been so ingrained in the condition of our conditioning for generations that I don’t ever see it ending until we eliminate the ignorant demons that live within us which we often accept with such pride and honor. Our side of his family had to rescue my cousin from his own mother, when his own father of my blood refused to stand up as an upright man to rescue and stand up for his own child because of his own demons of disease firmly placed in his codependency issues with alcoholism and needing his co-enabler by his side to continue his and her own cycle of condition in their conditioning, even if it meant watching his wife abuse their child to the point of his possible death or breaking up his family to be rid of the problem of his own child altogether. Mental illness uproots in many forms of self hate and self destruction, not just the stereotypical so called “Mad person” who can not function in everyday life of society.

On the 50th year anniversary of  the death of  Frantz Fanon , one of the most prolific writers & Psychiatrists in  global African, American and world history; I ended up watching an episode of the “Millionaire” with two questions that directly addressed this battle between culture and science, with no one better than an African-American woman from the global African Mecca known to the world as Harlem in the millionaire seat. I was loving this Harlem born and bread psychology major, who just got two questions on millionaire about where “the tree of hope” is  located and what state abbreviation represents what Sigmund Freud was known for . She told her story as the girl from Harlem who has to know that the tree of hope is at the world famous Apollo Theater and that as a psychology major she knows that Sigmund Freud is known for the Id  and Ego, which is only representative in the abbreviation of one state, Idaho.  This to me was a teaching moment in the balance that we are battling to find globally in raising our global African villages as nations. We have “the tree of hope” which represents our faith in our ancestors, religion and tradition in paying homage and counting on it to bring us through anything and everything, and the science of neurology and psychology that tells us that our behaviors and ability to get through anything and everything in life is based on the inner workings of our brain. This is the balance that we are struggling with in our humanness when we condemn a young boy to hell for shaming his family along with the religious and cultural beliefs of a nation because he chose to take his life because the loss of love was too much for him to bare, and when we automatically condemn a man to the ultimate hell for going mad without ever knowing the hell they were already living in to make them want to give up on life and the possibility of a brighter tomorrow.

We have global Africans who are psychologists, neurologists, psychiatrist, nutritionist and every level of science that could help us get our nation healthy- mind, body and soul ; yet few are stepping forward to claim their responsibilities in building a nation in the type of education that finds the fine and delicate balance between culture and science in the maintenance of our mind, body and soul. I was proud to read a Kevin Powell‘s facebook update the other day which went on to say  ” Things won’t get better until we do better.”–REV. CHRISTOPHER BULLOCK speaking at Wilmington Urban League men’s conference, Great, brutally honest, and very informative men’s health panel here at Wilmington Urban League’s men’s conference. Genius in motion. Great day with Metro Wilmington, Delaware Urban League. Conference on good health for men. Did speech, then did workshop w/ boys. Humbled that Eddie Levert of the legendary R&B group The O’Jays asked me for advice about speaking, as we were signing our respective books at the Wilmington, Delaware’s men’s good health conference earlier today. I thought Mr. Levert gave a good and honest speech about his health issues, and that of his family, and was very funny, too. I realize I had never seen him in any setting before except as a performer. He has endured so much, including his two singing sons, Gerald and Sean, both dying young, with their deaths just a year and a half apart. I can’t imagine going through that.”

We need more Kevin Powells and the many others in our community who are really serious about being the change they want to see and being of service in and to their communities in a way that is new and different from the conditioning of our condition. We need to all be taking the responsibility in educating our nation because we can’t continue the same things over and over again and expect a different result. We have to come to a point in all of our lives committed in being works in progress instead of works of stagnation, as we attain the skills and means to put forth the control needed to decondition ourselves from our conditioning that was and is away from our authentic Africanness.

Right from birth our parents have the ultimate control in what our belief systems and tastes are going to be – if you raise your child on certain belief systems, hammocks, quarter water, fried food, caviar , frog legs or vegan- no matter how poor, rich and well traveled they become, they will always carry those belief systems with them and have a taste  for those flavors of home. We have somehow voided out the part of our history which forced us into certain belief systems which we carry thru until today and which forced us to take the scraps left over from our master’s table of chitterlings and other undesirable parts of the animals we raised on the farms we tended to- out of necessity for our own nourishment and survival- into what become our cultural traditional beliefs and food remixed off of the natural way we fed and raised the animals that we ate along with the greens and sides we grew ourselves on our own farms in Africa to the farms of our slave masters. We need to take responsibility for what our homes represent and the legacy it leaves inside and outside.

Anyone familiar with Castle Hill Avenue in the Bronx, NY is used to seeing an assortment of bodegas, car accessory shops, hair salons and nail shops. It’s not the neighborhood most would expect a healthy living juice bar to be located, but according to David Styles, known to music fans as Styles P, that’s exactly why it’s needed. A little over a year ago, Styles, along with his business partners, established Juices for Life, a local juice bar that serves up natural and healthy beverages. According to Styles, who serves as the face of the business, his job is to spread the word on the benefits of juicing to communities of color….” Read More

My friend who has had to change her diet to be void of diary because of health reasons told me a story the other day about her experience at Whole Foods, where she was on a mission to find healthy non diary alternatives with flavor to offset her taste  & desire for the flavors of the home she was reared in. She asked to speak to a Whole Food’s expert in that department and a young African-American male with the ubiquitously stereotypical hip-hop uniform of saggy pants and baseball cap was sent to help her. He automatically told her exactly what to get and even understood  her need for certain flavors of home. At first sight she gave him a side eye because she had also been conditioned in her conditioning to think that a guy that looked like him could not possibly know about healthy alternatives to diary because of course this is somehow supposed to be foreign to our perceived idea of the African-American diet . He turned to her and announced that he was vegan and raised in the same type of flavors of home that she was used to, but had found a way out of his conditioning to balance the culture and science of health and self-preservation- which made him a rare asset  as an expert in working at Whole Foods.

Statistically African descendants are over 80% lactose intolerant-with the majority of us being totally unaware of why our body reacts certain ways when we eat certain things. It’s not just that the milk is bad at that time or at that place, it is just that genetically your body wishes you would stop feeding it that-LOL!  We have these people/experts in our communities who we automatically stereotype in our own associations, who can teach and set us on a path of healthy living that is within our control before we ever have to be forced by a doctor to change or die. This young man could be earning a living in his local grocery store serving his community with high rates of diabetes, lactose intolerance, heart ailments etc. who can benefit from finding flavorful alternatives to the flavors of home; yet we beg and hope that Whole Foods will come to the hood and put small business owners out of business instead of organizing, demanding and optimizing what we already have by bringing these services into our communities as others do. We are often too busy marching and fighting the bigger battles in the same way as we always have, thinking we will find a different result. Getting our health right mentally, physically and financially can alleviate many of the bigger battles of poverty, lack of healthcare, housing, healthy food in our neighborhoods and general freedom in the pursuit of happiness.

It is shocking to me that as the USA tries to ween Americans off of fast food, it has become the new delicacy in Africa with the so called new chic lure of the McDonald’s and KFC’s of the world coming to once again pollute and taint the nature of the African to live and eat off the land which he/she cultivates with his/her own hands. As global Africans are being bought and pushed off their farm lands by those who have convinced them that it is worth less while they covet it; we continue to believe that the west knows best and continue to pursue city living, where fast food joints are sprouting up just as fast as the populations of global Africans who they are slowly killing with growing cancer rates and other diseases that were not always common in Africa as in the West. In fertile lands that have always grown beautifully with care without chemicals, we watch our leaders invite genetically modifed food for us to ingest foreign entities into our bodies for the sake of money while potentially killing off generations through poisoning. I am happy that Ghana has its own warriors for healthy nutritious living like Mrs. Yvonne Nduom , who teaches Ghanaians to go back to our roots of farming and eating off the land instead of trusting our health and bodies to foreign entities. We are living in a global world where we all interact, trade and share knowledge and commodities, but life and its preservation must come before false prophets and profits.

The World Health Organization previously called for mandatory rules to limit children’s exposure to junk food ads and the American Academy of Pediatrics in September urged regulators “in the strongest possible terms to make the nutrition principles and marketing definitions mandatory.” But the food companies have waged a powerful campaign to avoid any restrictions. The industry took its complaints as high as the White House, just as Michelle Obama has been making a issue of growing vegetables to encourage children to eat better…” READ MORE

Mr Ashok Mohinani Executive Director of Mohinan= i Group, said the company expressed confidence in the growth of the African market and revealed plans to have 1,200 restaurants opened around the continent of Africa by 2014 in addition to efforts to double its revenue on the continent to 2 billion dollars. He said with the arrival of KFC, customers in Ghana could expect to relish the globally acclaimed original recipe chicken made with the same secret blend of 11 herbs and spices since 1939. “Currently, KFC is expanding its presence around the world with particular attention to Africa…” READ MORE

We shall measure our progress by the improvement in the health of our people; by the number of children in school, and by the quality of their education; by the availability of water and electricity in our towns and villages, and by the happiness which our people take in being able to manage their own affairs. The welfare of our people is our chief pride, and it is by this that my Government will ask to be judged.” Dr.Kwame Nkrumah-Broadcast to the Nation. 24 December 1957

In the end, as First Lady, this isn’t just a policy issue for me. This is a passion. This is my mission. I am determined to work with folks across this country to change the way a generation of kids thinks about food and nutrition.” First Lady Michelle Obama

I read a Madame Noir update today with the caption “Why do you think missing black women don’t receive national media coverage?”. It provoked the usual “because she’s black and the mainstream white media doesn’t care about black people” response. All I could think was when are we going to get out of the space of being conditioned in our conditioning? Why are we always talking about the “White run media”  and what it is and isn’t doing for us instead of worrying about what we do in our own media houses? Why aren’t BET , Black celebrities along with the Black anchors on many of the same “White mainstream media networks” whose White counterparts have used their platforms to bring their stories forward doing the same in bringing attention to our stories?  What about the plethora of global African owned stations outside of America, which there are many of in the world if we only got out of our conditioning long enough to seek the alternatives that are right in our faces, particularly at a time of massive technology that gives us access to one another globally; yet we somehow always manage to look over them to continue to say and do the same things over and over again expecting different results. The back story that we fail to acknowledge and address in our anger and angst to face our own conditioning is that the so called “White Run Media” is taking care of their own -what are we doing? I thought the whole mission of global Africans was to tell our own stories and not sit around waiting and begging for others to tell our stories for us, just for us to turn around and say they never give us the opportunities to tell our own stories- as if someone has to give us an opportunity to speak for ourselves. I thought we were Free!

At the end of the day I see so many Black people boastfully speaking of their high profile positions as award winning journalists writing for major publications like the New York Times, being top executives at major film houses, television networks and record labels, but when it comes time to give people in their own communities a voice or a hand up in giving them representation and visibility – all of a sudden the pile up of excuses of why nots and call me later about it come into play, if  they even choose to make the time to follow up with you or engage you in a conversation at all. I learned from early on that no achievement in life is worth anything if you are not making any difference in the world or at the very least building a sense of true community by sharing knowledge, know how  and making someone else’s journey a little easier than it may have been for you. Most of us sit their in our communities talking about how we are going to help one another and put others on when we make it until we actually make it.

I saw Danny Simmons mention the other day about how a White writer came to his  Neekid Blk Gurls Exhibit and wrote an ignorantly immature voyeuristic piece on it, completely stripping it of its artistic merit as if it was just a new era viewing of Hottentot Venus. There was a dialogue on Facebook with all like minded people finding displeasure with the musings of the said writer, yet when Danny put it out there saying they should be reaching out to their artistic network of writers to get them to write properly about the exhibit, I  didn’t see many replying that they were up for the challenge, yet they kept going on giving spiritual guidance about how Danny should just not let it get to him, to push forward and about their displeasure with the said white boy (Brendan S. Carroll), who gleefully came with an agenda to see some naked black girls outside of his probable subscriptions to King Magazine  and cable tv hip-hop videos , and then somehow had the audacity to write truthfully about his experience in the condition of his conditioning of neekid blk gurl consumption that he was coming from.

If we took more time to learn the business of family with full assessment on how to make that business grow, we would come to realize that we have all the resources that we need within our global villages for maximum growth. We spend more time fussing, fighting, condemning and arguing with one another more than we do loving, serving, building and listening to one another to find the common ground in serving our collective and individual needs. Jessica Care Moore turned all that around when she lived up to her Care Moore name as she reached out to Danny Simmons to reach into the community to give true creative, collective empowerment in artistic voice back to old school poets in curating an upcoming show and working together as a village to raise their craft. Within minutes of mentioning this effort, poets and venues where already flooding their inboxes to make this happen. There was so much more positivity, realness and greatness in being about and doing the work in that post on FB than the latter, which just looked outside at how we were being ill-represented by others as a community instead of what we could do in representing ourselves in the best way possible so everyone can get the language right. Kudos to Jessica Care More!

As Malcolm X said, “Nobody can give you freedom. Nobody can give you equality or justice or anything. If you’re a man, you take it“. Hence the constant call to utilize our votes to elect certain leaders and to support Black films, television shows , networks, writers, actors,activists, celebrities, businesses etc. in an “all black everything” mantra that seems to always be limited within the condition of our conditioning- always begging , wanting and asking what the White mainstream can do and has done for our own causes, recognition and development. We are all mad according to Einstein who said “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results“. As my cousin once said  about the state of global Africans “f*ck reparations, we need therapy“.

We have to see that acknowledging and rectifying our mental health issues big and small alike is a major part of raising a productive forward moving nation. We need to break free from the conditioning of our past that has been past down from generations of families, cultures, leaders and religions. We can not allow culture, religion and our conditioning from birth to continue to block growth toward a better future. As the priest John Shelby Spong said:

the church doesn’t like for people to grow up because you can’t control grown ups, that’s why we talk about being born again, when you are born again you are still a child, the people don’t need to be born again, they need to grow up, they need to accept their responsibility for themselves in the world .Maybe salvation needs to be conveyed as enhancing your humanity instead of rescuing you from it! Every church I know claims that we are the true church and they have some ultimate authority…the idea that the truth of God can be bound in any human system, by any human creed, by any human book is almost beyond imagination for me. God is not a Christian. God is not a Jew, or a Muslim or a Hindu or a Buddhist – all of those are human systems, which human beings have created to try to help us walk into the mystery of God.”


We must find this balance between culture, religion, tradition and science in order to move forward as a healthy functional nation of human beings. We continue to use the words, actions and teachings of our slave masters and colonizers against one another, or in some delusional idea of taking power of it in love for ourselves in continuum of our conditioning that has convinced us that somehow when we say and use the same words and actions of our slave masters and colonizers against ourselves -it is somehow different from when they and others use it. Our own form of revisionist history -the same revisionist history of the Michele Bachmann‘s of the world that ?uestlove wanted to bring awareness to so badly that it became his worst nightmare. It was sad that ?uestlove of The Roots, who has always represented the best of us for many of us, had to go through the backlash & death threats for choosing to play a joke without fully understanding and thinking about the history which he came from and the consequences which comes with it.  A history that includes the story of the selling of Africans by their own for dirt cheap, to the the legacy of  future generations of profiteering of slave masters, colonizers and their offspring; to the stories of Willie Lynch, Sarah Baartman, Harriet Tubman, Uncle Tom, and Emmett Till -who was lynched for whistling at a White woman. It is the history of our hip-hop nation-where the majority of the profiteering is placed in the hands of the same offspring of generations and nations of the descendants of our slave masters  and colonizers, as we utilize their same words and actions to address and to show care for our women in calling them bitches and hoes, while putting them on Hottentot Venus style displays creating national debate on who we are , what we are about, and what we represent to the world in the way we lack respect for the women who birth our nation, while taking away from the culture of hip-hop music and artistry -which we built and spread all over the world.

I believe ?uestlove when he said he had no ill malice or intention on musically calling Michele Bachmann a “bitch” in the unfortunate title of the song he chose, but I also know that we use the term so nonchalantly that we often don’t even realize when it is being said by us or others, nor do we see much wrong with it at times . Understand the consistency of the history of the types of White men who killed a Black child just for glancing at a White woman and you would know that you as a Black man will never be given a pass a few generations later to address a White woman casually, in malice or by mistake as a “bitch” without that being the story told of why death threats are justified.We must never forget the history that we came from because it is from where we build from and most importantly where we measure our progress from. How far have we progressed?

There is and has always been consistency in the message from slave masters, to colonizers , to klansmen, to the 1% who continue to maintain ownership over us on one level or another in always making sure the message is heard loud and clear that they have been in the past and intend for generations over to remain the superior profiteers over us from the things we produce to the things we consume because we’ve been too conditioned in our conditioning to get our business in order enough to know that we not only deserve but ought to demand better, so that we are not repeating all the same mistakes, teachings and followings of the past while carrying it into the future. Their message has been clear that if you disrespect a White woman,they will come after you and ask questions later. Where is the consistency in our message when we continue words and actions without thinking of the full scope of where they come from and represents to the world at large.

The one thing that truly unifies us as humans is our desire for respect. When one loses respect it usually ends in madness, wars and destruction. It was unfortunate that ?uestlove didn’t remember the continual battle of his hip-hop culture that sprouted a national debate over the type of misogyny embedded in a culture which forgot the history and images of Sarah Baartman and Emmett Till because Black men have been stereotyped not to care about nor have the power to protect their women from the shame and humiliation of “Hottentot Venus” since slavery to a point where when one tried to bring that shame and humiliation unto a White woman in Mississippi- he was mutilated, noosed and silenced to forever remain in our historical imagery and lexicon as a clear example to future generations of the clarity and differences in our messages as different cultures. Many black people are more familiar with the derogatory name of Hottentot Venus given to an African women whose name was Sarah Baartman. Many Black men are taught from birth not to mess with White women or the police, but how many are taught to not call Black women outside of their respected names and to never be the ones who will ever tarnish and desecrate the soul of Sarah Baartman by ever being complicit in allowing the objectification and humiliation of the Black women in continuing to sell her for cheap. I can not forget the words of the Moroccan coffee shop owner who I met in Amsterdam as we were talking about our Africa. He said “how can Africa rectify its soul when we sold our children”? He went on to say how Africans can never be right in our soul when we allowed our children to be sold into bondage so easily and cheaply. His words stayed with me on so many many levels, when I think about our coping mechanisms to balance the fine line in the condition of our conditioning between culture and science.

It took me to the stories of the two slave women in “Uncle Tom’s Cabin“; Eliza who could not bare to see her legacy end in the selling of her only son, so she felt she had no other choice but to risk both their lives in running away with her son in order to prevent her slave masters from separating them. Eliza while on the run with her son eventually reunited with her husband who had ran away to freedom before her  and ended up being captured by a slave hunter, who got injured when her husband George broke the cycle of his conditioning by standing up as a man in defense of his wife and child so they would never be separated again by sale and brought back into bondage. Eliza convinced her husband to not forget the humanness in his Africanness despite the evilness that such a man and his sect had brought on to her and her sect. They got help for the slave hunter, Tom Loker, where he was not only revived physically but mentally in changing the condition of his own conditioning- by  finally seeing the humanness in the African when he had the opportunity to rightfully end his life to save his own. Tom Loker came to the realization that slave hunting was not the right thing to do nor the type of legacy that he ought to be passing on or pursuing in vengeance or cultural preservation. The actions of Eliza and her husband George showcases the fundamental difference in us as Africans.

Being Pro-Africa is Being Pro-Humanity! Anything that is Anti-Humankind is Un-African. If the original Africans brought to the Diaspora had been reared and bent on hate and vengeance they could have easily committed the same genocide as others did simply by poisoning the food that they grew and prepared to nourish and enrich their slave masters and colonizers who tried everything possible to take the Africanness out of the African. Our founding fathers were never bent on hatred, vengeance, annihilation and alienation; rather they stood for true respect in education and dialogue as upright men who commanded their respect as Africans demanding justice and a seat at the table to make sure that Africa/Africans would one day get our fair share because they knew that there was more than enough resources in this world for all of us to share in and that peace and humanity could never be attained through hate and vengeance toward our fellow human. These are the traits that make us uniquely African in our humanity and civility. Eliza, her husband and her child were let go to find their freedom by crossing the border into Canada after giving life and freedom back to a man that tried to take theirs away.

I also came to the story of  Cassy, the slave who could not bare the continuation of being complicit in the selling of her only child left. The separation along with the pain and helplessness in her soul and psyche brought her to choose to kill her own child rather than watch him be sold into bondage away from the little protection she had for him as a mother also in bondage. We fail to make the connectivity in finding reconciliation between our past and present day predicaments through the words and actions that we put out in the world to represent who we were and who we are as global Africans. We often find ourselves having to make the gravest of choices between life in bondage and death, but no greater sacrifices in the horror of choices have been made more than those of our ancestors in order to allow ourselves the freedom to hold our heads high, to be able to forgive, and to be able to surpass any adversity to claim the true freedom of choice which is ours to make.

I have heard so many Black people- intellectuals and otherwise go to town in calling Herman Cain who is a Morehouse man, cut from the same educational path and cloth of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and so many other great visionaries, dignitaries and leaders of what is known to many as the Harvard “skull and bones” society of Black elite and intellectual prowess. We have continued to use the words of our slave masters and colonizers in our accepted and manifested masturbation of our lexicon in calling Herman Cain an Uncle Tom, house nigger, coon etc. totally detached from the history of these words and the willie lynchism of divide and conquer that these same intellectuals and non-intellectuals alike continually wax poetic about.  We somehow are always able to totally distance ourselves from our continued outrage, when these same words were and are used by our slave masters, colonizers and their offsprings in creating and presenting who we were and are to the rest of the world. I hear so many Black intellectuals and non-intellectuals (jokingly?) talk about and credit the unwavering love amongst themselves and other Black people for Bill Clinton and Barack Obama in getting a so called “Nigga pass” to be  because they smoked weed, play the saxophone and basketball along with Bill’s philandering nature – as if this is the ultimate representation of who we are as Global Africans- especially who are men are. I often wonder if we truly not only talk and listen, but if we truly hear ourselves and see ourselves in the mixed messages manifested in the continual chaos of our villages into nations that we set forth not only within but without?

A nation without any history, is like a tree without roots & that kind of tree can never bare no fruit”. These lyrics by Morgan Heritage take me back to the words of the Moroccan man that I met in Amsterdam in saying that we can never find peace within ourselves as Africans without ever reconciling with the fact that we allowed our children to be sold for cheap and therefore determined and set forth the price of our worth for generations to come. We continue to sell ourselves for cheap from Africa to her Diaspora through our words and actions from the continued selling of our children from sex trafficking, to indentured servitude, to not getting our worth for the work we do; whether it is in government contractual deals with other nations, mining African lands for gold, music, fashion, photography, arts, culture and the general business of our lives globally.  With each death from murder, suicide ( whether it is from what we consume into our bodies to bring forth the diseases that are taking our lives at younger and younger ages, or gun violence or taking other toxins to end the pain that we can longer bare)-  each arrest, each broken family, each word of disrespect to our elders, women, men and children with the justification of  love or “if the shoe fits ” – we are collectively complicit – if  we are not putting out a message that disrespect is never acceptable on any level because respect is the ultimate equalizer of humanity. Without choosing change for the long haul and at every turn, obstacle and violation, we will continue the cycle of a slow and ferocious genocide in our inability to break the cycle of being conditioned in our conditioning and continuing to be the embodiment and definition of insanity,  as we continue to do the same things over and over expecting a different result.

The change in our cyclical world journey starts from the top down and from the bottom up. Election years are coming up again and we are feeding into, buying and talking the same old talk we have always done in justifying our support and stance in one direction or the other,  instead of being and demanding the real change we want to be and see.  The same OAU (Organisation of African Unity) created by Dr. Kwame Nkrumah as a unified power to determine the future of Africa /Africans void of the input of the nations of our former colonizers and enslavers, was the same African Union who sold him out and stifled the growth of Africa and any talks within its own entities to determine their own faiths. This is the same OAU now formed as the AU (African Union) continuing the condition of our conditioning in insanity where we continue to do the same things over and over again expecting different results. The is the same African Union who invited the leader of the nation of our former colonizers to once again come to address us in determining who and how we should run our own African affairs in giving us a self serving and self aggrandizing pep talk- telling us that we must see ourselves as worthy but that France and its allies are the only ones who can help us out of our condition. This is the same African union who sold out ,Côte d’Ivoire, Laurent Gbagbo and Ghadaffi and so many others in the continuation of selfish self preservation in our conditioning toward the ultimate in insanity. We continue to put out and believe our own rhetoric void of the history that it comes from and the history that comes with it because we really can’t handle our own truths -raw and uncut because that would mean we would really have to get to a point of being thinkers in every word we use and action we take, or allow to be taken against us or in our name. We fail to see that once we sell out our own for cheap, we have also determined our price and the price of future generations. All around the world same song in the constant battle for change against the condition of our conditioning.

As yet another election year rolls around, African-Americans seem to be more interested in fighting the battle of racism toward President Obama and his family in their unwavering defense of him rather than following in the footsteps of those whose shoulders he stood on to get to the presidency. Those who are the direct descendants and who served as foot soldiers of and with Fredrick Douglas, W.E.B Dubois, Marcus Garvey, Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King Jr. and Shirley Chisholm , who as the CBC -our Black President dismissed in his disrespect of the past and service to their communities that came and will continue with them long before he was born and long after his presidency ends.  The continuation of global hypocrisy continues in the power of the allied. Those who talked the talk, while walking the walk in saying “Power concedes nothing without demand” regardless of who is in power”.

As I watch my two nations decide who will lead them for the next for years, I can’t help to think of who I am in my two nations. In America, I am seen as an African-American and in Africa, I am seen as a Ghanaian- so both places that I call home, I am seen as an African first; therefore I could never just blindly support anyone Black, White or other whose actions and policies are anti-African. Unfortunately as Africans we have known for far too long that just because your president looks like you and speaks the same language as you doesn’t guarantee that he is any different from the politics as usual that has become an all too familiar commonplace to our detriment. We have rather come to learn that those who are in your own home and know the inner workings of your home will cause the most damage if left to be made too comfortable in not being checked  and challenged for walking in the house with their muddy shoes on from the outside to dirty up the house. In Africa, we find our blind faith, acceptance and justification in our unyielding and unquestioning unification in tribalism and our religious associations because in a nation of Nubians -color falls lower in our societal hierarchy of political into societal motivations in the movement of the people.


We cheer and find justification when calling people like Hermain Cain an “Uncle Tom” void of the history or even the real understanding and motivation behind the characterization and sayings adopted by us to mean something completely opposite of what Uncle Tom represented in the best selling book of the 19th century “Uncle Tom’s Cabin”. Uncle Tom was a slave who didn’t run away to seek his freedom, but rather accepted his bondage in the honor  and servitude of his people in bondage with him by refusing to continue the actions and teachings of that bondage in actions toward his own people- solely by refusing to whip another Black man, woman or child into submission- even if it meant being on the receiving end of the vicious beating that would come to him for breaking the cycle of his conditioning in his own empowered de-conditioning of his reconditioning of his Africaness. The African that he was birth and reared with, which taught him to be his brother and sister’s keeper from the shores of Africa through the middle passage, no matter the consequences , while not foolishly and blindly defending wrong as right, whether it is of his own blood or another’s blood.

Legree begins to hate Tom when Tom refuses Legree’s order to whip his fellow slave. Legree beats Tom viciously and resolves to crush his new slave’s faith in God. Despite Legree’s cruelty, however, Tom refuses to stop reading his Bible and comforting the other slaves as best he can. Uncle Tom almost succumbs to hopelessness as his faith in God is tested by the hardships of the plantation. However, he has two visions, one of Jesus and one of Eva, which renew his resolve to remain a faithful Christian, even unto death. He encourages Cassy to escape, which she does, taking Emmeline with her. When Tom refuses to tell Legree where Cassy and Emmeline have gone, Legree orders his overseers to kill Tom. As Tom is dying, he forgives the overseers who savagely beat him. Humbled by the character of the man they have killed, both men become Christians. Very shortly before Tom’s death, George Shelby (Arthur Shelby’s son) arrives to buy Tom’s freedom but finds he is too late.”

This is the story of Uncle Tom- the upright man who we as his descendants have created into the epitome of everything he was not in our ill conceived desire to disrespect and belittle one another in the name of our masters and colonizers. We speak of others rewriting , belittling and disrespecting our history, but how often do we call ourselves out in doing the same?  As James Baldwin said  “Know from whence you came. If you know whence you came, there are absolutely no limitations to where you can go.” Our limitations in forward movement as a people , cultures and nations have just as often been a product of maintaining our own conditioning in our condition as it has been a product of those who put the conditions of our conditioning in place for their own endless profiteering. When will we look beyond the fear of our own truths, mistakes and need for self reconciliation in order to break the cycle of our condition? We are all complicit!

It is time to face the truth, heal ourselves from inside out in order to be able to truly move forward in the type of unabashed freedom that comes in and with respect for self  and others-mind, body and soul – no matter if we agree or disagree with their politics, lifestyles, religion or whatever it is they stand for. We are just as worthy as others and we must make sure that we understand that love is a verb manifested through our actions. You can not profess to be your brother and sisters keeper in love without actions in the reciprocity of respect. Anytime we justify and allow disrespect we have lost our basic common ground in humanity; thus bringing about a state of inhumanity, where anything goes after you have crossed the line of common ground. This is the lesson that ?uestlove and President Obama learned the hard way in crossing the line of respect toward Michelle Bachmen & the Congregational Black Caucus. The same disrespect that we as African-Americans somehow became divided on in our justification of; whereas we found unity in our anger and reconciliation of our history in certain words , terminology and actions taken when it came to Michelle Obama being booed at Nascar, Michelle Obama being referred to as “uppidity” by Rush Limbaum , Presidnet Obama being referred to by Harry Redid of his own party -as somehow different from the general vision of what Black is in America because he is bi-racial, and the humiliation and disrespect of the championship women’s basketball team from Syracuse being referred to as “Nappy headed hoes” by Imus.

I once again must ask do we really hear and see ourselves in our own words and actions when we speak and act because I have heard more global Africans use the words, Nappy headed , hoes, uncle Tom, Nigger/Nigga, uppidity and a slew of other so called derogatory words which we have invited into acceptability in our own lexicon with nonsensical justifications that all fall apart in our reactions when it gets used against us and becomes commonplace in mainstream and global lexicon. We have been conditioned in our conditioning –Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result- STOP THE INSANITY!

We are losing too many and too much to not realize that we must take a different course in finding solutions to reconciling and rectifying the problems that we commonly share as one global African village- spread near and far from one side of the Atlantic to its many ports of exit, entry and return. Sankofa! 2011 was declared by the United Nations as the year of African decedents- it is time to take a look at our annual report card to see how we brought in and ended the year that was supposed to be the open door to the new emancipation of the global Africans in reclaiming our future globally!  2012 is declared by the United Nations as United Nations International Year of Cooperatives (IYC)- highlighting the contribution of cooperatives to socio-economic development, particularly their impact on poverty reduction, employment generation and social integration. How have we done?


Our generation of the talented 10th, the new Black Renaissance of artists, writers, civil rights leaders feminists etc. seem to  just sit around blowing smoke up each others asses telling one another how great they are without ever calling one another out on the nonsense they perpetuate as they sip tea and champagne bopping their heads to “Niggas in Paris”- saying that’s realest shit they heard this year just to turn around and protest when the doors of Hermes is locked on them with the invisible “No Niggas/Niggers allowed” sign. These are the same Black intelligentsia who happily call themselves the “niggarati”, while speaking about the prison industrial complex, institutionalized racism, reciting Malcolm X quotes and blaming the “white devil” for their condition from slavery to present time, as they fight by any means necessary to perpetuate and utilize the same language and perceived behavior set forth by the so called “white devil”. Talk about being steadily stuck on stupid- from Africans in the motherland who jump and dance for the opportunity to serve every white person that steps foot on their shores hoping to have found their savior out of their condition, to the Africans in the Diaspora who do nothing but yell racism at every turn and blame whites for the same condition which they are complicit in perpetuating on a daily basis.

You have every right to be a nigga/nigger all day everyday, but others have a right to also not care to have niggers/niggas in their establishments because we all know very well globally that the nigga/nigger cultural definition and attitude; whether introduced to you from slavery or hip-hop comes with certain unsavory characteristics that Black, White or other will always want to get away from. No one will ever respect someone who has no respect for themselves or anyone who deep down in their soul stands for nothing or just something some of the time. If like Common, being a nigga is part of you, then wear it proudly and be that nigga, but don’t dare to have the audacity of nonsensical outrage when you are addressed by who you say you are. No matter your delusion of change in definition, the illusion has already been formed and you will never be able to revise history to suit your personal desires. The whole idea that Black people always address one another as the word “Nigga” in love or botherhood is farce in itself  because when I hear Black mothers screaming at their children while calling them “lil niggas” or  see brothers in combative situations throwing out the word “Nigga” there is no love there. The same hatred in demeaning another human being as ignorant and the lowest of low that the white slave master set forth to describe our ancestors is exactly the same venom we knowingly spew in these and many other circumstances and situations, so let’s stop fooling ourselves and  confusing the world.

I just can’t help but SMDH every time I hear perfectly intelligent Black people tell me how they intentionally test White people to see if they will sing along with “nigga bombs” thrown all over many of their favorite rap songs because that will tell them who they really are deep down. I hate to break it to you, but it says more about who we are and the White people you are testing know the game and they are laughing at you and will continue to test you in the same manner of idiocy by throwing it back in your face over and over in articles like the one in Jackie magazine and remind you that you were the ones who introduced them to it and not any White slave master or the KKK .The perfect collision of when Steve Stoute’s “Tanning Effect” goes terribly awry.

Everyone seemed to be so outraged by the translation of the Dutch magazine Jackie in describing Rihanna as the top NiggaBitch with a ghetto ass. Well let’s see: I hear Black people use the word Nigga & Bitch toward one another more than anyone and when it comes to our posterior, no one celeberates the  so called “donkey”  more than Black people. We pump our chest in pride about coming from & being hood/ghetto as well as knowing how to administer beatdowns on anyone who dares to mess with us and we are always willing to tell everyone about it. We denounce White girls for stealing our swag by trying to be like us with their weaves and ass implants/injections,while dedicating entire magazines, songs and music videos to the celebration of the same so called “Black girl donkey booty” -which we seem to celebrate possessing more than college degrees, yet God forbid someone outside of the culture throws our idiocy back on us, then all of a sudden we are outraged.

Taking Personal Responsibility and Inventory: What happened to the personal responsibility of the culture that Black America has spread around the world and feel entitled to continue spreading by any means necessary; yet get in these endless debates every single time an article that puts a microscope of what we have given the world to ingest of us comes out or someone else outside the culture who we have sold this culture to, regurgitates it in their own ill-conceived manner. Days before this article came out – Rihanna was on twitter saying how she had to let her Nigga” come out on some racist man in Portugal and how often do her and others talk about being the baddest bitch? Is it that the objection here is the use of the two words together-is that really the problem? Sometimes I really think we are the ones missing the point of what we put out there to the world and perhaps need to be more traveled, learn other languages and about other cultures and what they really think about us directly stemming from what we specifically put out in the world. Being well travelled is not just about accumulating passport stamps. Racism and stereotypes exist worldwide, but we are also complicit in keeping it alive!

 I have come to think that our so called outrage is more of a cover up for our embarrassment in having our tomfoolery put on global blast without us initiating it. It’s like the kid in school who becomes the class clown by clowning himself before the bullies can clown him. It is hilarious to me that people tried to pick apart every part of the article in order to clearly label it racist- particularly the writers ignorance in referring to Rihanna as Jamaican instead of Bajan. Really people? This is a White foreign nation from a continent whose majority associates the Caribbean with Bob Marley and Jamaica, so I wouldn’t be so quick to check that one off on the racism gotcha box. If I could have a dollar for every Diasporan African who has no clue about geography particularly when it comes to Africa not being a country, I would be a billionaire.

So many came out in praise for Rihanna’s rebuttal against the Jackie magazine article as if she had become the new Black feminist icon taking the reigns from the likes of Angela Davis & Nina Simone in a new era Grace Jones swagger jack, without calling her out on the fact that  just days before she went on one of her usual potty mouthed twitter tirades to address yet another racism incident toward her in Portugal, letting it be known that “Needless to say, the nigga in me came out!”.  This is the same young lady who is amongst the generation of life size woman/child barbies who refer to themselves as the baddest  bitches, that bitch and just bitches in general – I mean damn- RiRi even let’s a Bitch know she is special . So Rihanna are you that baddest  “NiggaBitch” or not because I am just as confused as Eva Hoeke from listening to your own words and I am a child of hip-hop who understands English. I am in no way defending the blatantly vile use of racially derogatory words and the lame excuses of not knowing any better; however I want it to be known that there is no double standards accepted here and the words are derogatory no matter who says them, plus the excuses are beyond lame no matter who makes them because as the saying goes -“you reap what you sow” and we are all complicit in perpetuating the idiocy.

It would be unrealistic to think that we will eventually live in a world where the terms “nigga/nigger,” “bitch” or “ghetto” aren’t used, or when the ubiquitous video vixen, loud-mouthed “round the way girl” or angry black woman stereotypes aren’t present in global culture. Let’s collectively let go of that utopian dream. Instead, focus on the responsibility to creative positive, realistic and complex images of black women that are multidimensional in character, that are sexy and attainable. When creating Parlour, we knew that we had the chance to represent all sides of the spectrum of modern women of color, from sex workers to R&B and reality tv divas to  international executives — women like us. This gives a context of reference to those obviously unfamiliar with the diaspora when talking about black women. Remember that we are less than one lifetime away from maids, mammies, prostitutes, drug addicts, criminals, over-sexed hot-bodies and savages as the only images of us and these weren’t restricted to the United States. Take that, plus a language barrier and see what happens…” READ MORE

I have seen more women call one other and themselves bitches than anyone and in particular Black women. A bitch is a bitch is a bitch; whether it’s “that’s my bitch”, “I am that bitch” or “you’re a bitch”. I’ve seen more women use the word bitch to address themselves, other women and often men who they are basically ignorantly deeming as women more times than using their given birth names, while talking about how men disrespect and demean women by always referring to them as bitches- HUH? If you are “that Nigga” and “the baddest bitch” then why get outraged when someone outside of your main circle who has heard you repeat it as gospel so many times that they have bought into it, joined the congregation, paid their tides and come to give testimony does just that?

Any foreigner who would step foot for the first time on American soil in many urban areas immersed in certain communities would think that “nigga” and “bitch” is most Black people’s first names and the Dutch perhaps lost in translation made it our first and last name in paying homage to our very best “NiggaBitch”. It’s shameful and a dynamic of our culture that we must take personal responsibility for if we really care about change from a local and global perspective of our perception to others and ourselves. We have been so conditioned by our conditioning that we are afraid to face the frankenstein monster that we have created and have allowed to represent us globally. Instead we dance around it avoiding the opportunity to look in a mirror to see its reflection. We just change the bandages from time to time hoping that when we uncover it the ugliness of the scars would have somehow disappeared without a trace. Words do harm and leave perhaps the deepest of scars, which often never get treated because they are not visible to the eye. We need to redefine what it is to win , what it is to be proper, what it is to keep it real and what it is to be fly as global Africans.

We have somehow convinced ourselves that we have never had anything and will never have anything unless given the chance by the same white people who we blame for our condition of helplessness and hoplessness. It seems so much easier to blame than to take personal responsibility in the fact that we squandred away or basically didn’t take care of and continue the legacy of what those before us fought for and achieved. We sit around and complain about how we never received the 40 acres and a mule promise, and how we started at a disadvantage from the beginning; therefore it is difficult to impossible to catch up when the odds are stacked against you; however we forget the stories in achievement of those global African immigrants who came and continue to come to America on their own fruition who beat those odds in building businesses, attaining the best education and attaining their own version of 40 acres and a mule whether in America or from the money they made in America to attain it back in their own homelands.

There are more educated Black Americans today than there ever has been, yet land ownership/homeownership is at an all time low along with businesses and all those fundamental foundations which most cultures/races build their family legacies on as they pass it down from generation to generation. We continue to just pass down our pain, angst & hopelessness in our idea that without the help and opportunity from Whites that we can not achieve anything, or that because of white racism we will never be able to achieve anything close to our potential. We never take time to really think about the idiocy that we are spreading generation after generation. Can we really sit here today and say that we suffer a greater racism than our ancestors, grandparents and parents who somehow persevered, acquired land, opened businesses, educated the next generation even when they couldn’t educate themselves and who left legacy that at some point or the other was squandered away to a generation who felt entitled because of the work those who came before us had put in, without ever truly putting in any real work of our own to continue or create new legacy?

I can’t imagine traveling to a foreign land at a young age like my mom did to get work and to go to college in order to take care of 9 other siblings and extended family’s housing, food and education back in Ghana, but my mom did that in order to continue the legacy of what her grandfather who raised her and his whole town as a missionary started. I think about the responsibility that I have to carry in my family name and legacy of those who came before me in making sure that the legacy is continued in forwardness and not backwardness everyday of my life and I wonder if many in my generation and the one after do the same. It disturbs me to no end when I see perfectly intelligent people of my generation set us back in ignorance and blasphemy of what our ancestors suffered and persevered through so we would have choices to do be able to do better.

I will be damned if it becomes as commonplace in Ghana for my fellow African taxi driver to intentionally pass me over to pick up a White man as it is in America- which was the shocking experience I had on my trip to Ghana a couple of months ago. I will be damned if I sit there idly championing the causes of perfectly intelligent global Africans without calling them out on perpetuating some of the same ignorance  that has been associated with us globally. I will be damned if I allow anyone Black, White or other to refer to me or my future children as niggers/niggas or bitches etc. because as James Baldwin said “You’re the Nigger Baby-It Isn’t Me“!

There is no love in the word Nigger/Nigga because the ugliness of the vitriol rings through no matter how glossy you try to paint it- just ask Rihanna and all those people who were outraged by the Jackie magazine article proved. As they say “you can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig” !  I am at a point where I just have to laugh at Black people to keep from crying, particularly the so called “Black Intelligentsia” who are supposed to know better, yet try to defend the use of words like Nigga and Bitch as some type of freedom or artistic self expression with the same tired nonsensical reasoning about claiming vitriolic words as their own and taking power over it in some ill conceived notion of self determination. The past year has been extremely trying for the world and particularly for global Africans. We seem to have fallen at the bottom of everything negative: lack of healthcare, lack of employment, lack of funding for proper education, lack of nutritional food in our neighborhoods, lack of marriages, lack of father figures, lack of leadership  and just an endless list of lacks. All global African children on the continent and in the diaspora see (more times than not) are the White faces who come to their schools to teach them, who create the charities to feed them and who just seem to be the ones in the forefront of fighting for  them to have a Nigger/Nigga free future by introducing them to new worlds and so called “White things” as many in their communities stay stuck on stupid going in circles fighting the same never ending fight to nowhere. Just think about what this does to the psyche of global African children and what type of messages that we are sending them.

At my age I could careless what anyone calls me nor do I care to do the back and forth argument with my own fellow people who just refuse to get it; my main concern is what I can do for the future generation and what legacy I will leave in not being part of the status quo and truly doing everything in my power to make a difference in giving them a true foundation of a history that was and is filled with the pride and honor that they should and will be proud to continue and to pass down to the next generation in true power and self determination. I look forward to the overwhelming narrative of our global African history being more than Black/Global Africans being synonymous with slavery, racism, sagging pants, prison, sexual objectification, poverty, ignorance, being lesser, lack of opportunity,  swagged out, being cool, smoking weed, being a pimp, being materialistic, being the baddest bitch, being a black barbie, being baby mamas and baby daddies, having money without real wealth, being the realest nigga and all the tomfoolery which we use to define and sell ourselves to world at large.

As the new year comes, I hope we will take a good look at the man/woman in the mirror & unwrap those bandages of  the frankenstein monsters within us that we have created and fed for too long in order to finally face the pain and ugliness of our deeply rooted scars in order to finally be on a righteous forward moving road to heal them. We have done way too much damage in perpetuating the condition of our conditioning- It is time to emancipate ourselves from mental slavery and to follow the path to truly finding Free Dome in allowing our minds to be free and uncluttred in order to finally stop the Insanity!

I have already started my journey to stopping the insanity by breaking the cycle of my conditioning in setting on the path to being drama free, accomplishments fulfilled , all around happy in respect of loving and being loved by and in self, life ,family and friendships. I have no more desire to battle the world about Black people using the “N” word outside of its historical context so we all get the language right. I have no more desire to engage in silly conversations about celebrities and people I don’t know beefing on social networks or any of the foolishness that has consumed too many conversations this past year- which have often left me looking at myself and asking- Really? I have no more desire to defend Black women’s right to be single mothers by choice or  to act/live how ever they want to act/live. I have no more desire to battle Black men on the choices they make to not be true patriarchs who take care of house, home and family. I have no more desire to continue endless debates on why a good majority of Black women do not get married, why there’s such a breakdown in the Black family, prison industrial complexes, institutionalized covert and overt racism and any of those isms, skims and statistics that I have no desire to be a part of or continue the cycle of conditioning in the never ending debates of it -which often takes us nowhere except right back to where we started- until the subject comes up again. I am sure  without my participation there will be others to perpetuate, defend and continue its longevity in psyche and everyday life.

2012 and beyond -I have every desire to LIVE,  to one day become an honorable loving man’s wife and a great mother blessed with beautiful human clays that I will be responsible in molding. I have every desire to be closer to my family, to build stronger bonds within the great friendships and communities that I am already a part of- with an open heart and open arms to welcome and embrace new communities in my local and global journey. I have every desire to be healthy- mind, spirit, body and soul, and to not have anyone ever think it is OK to address me or my future offsprings as niggers/niggas, bitches or any other derogatory verbiage that is out of my name and character that I proudly set forth.  Most of all I have every desire to be a better me than I was the year before, so my global village  and I can see a work in progress and not talk in stagnation. This is what my energy and focus should  and will be as I serve in the goodness and greatness of and to myself and my village- with a firm understanding that it does take a village to raise a child, to set forth a dream and to uplift a soul!  Each one of us has a responsibility to ourselves and others in seeking those resources that build and help us continue to grow as individuals and as a collective global village!

Happy New Year! May this be the best year yet until the next one !