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Men healing – Round 2
- June 26, 2025
Shades of a Man (Podcast)
- May 30, 2025
Growth takes time!
- May 14, 2025
Men’s deserve to heal
- April 25, 2025

- Uncategorized
- June 25, 2023
AMERICA, Is like ME!

America is flawed Just like me It has made many unforgettable mistakes God blessed America And Forgave me for my,...
- Life Style
- January 13, 2023
Bumpsy

Bumpsy, that is his name. Who is that? The man who showed me everything in life that I shouldn’t be,,...

It was just EMAIL

The internet has permeated every aspect of our lives, evolving from a mere tool…

Vodka, Seltzer and lime

Low calories Citrus flavored bubbly and clear Kettle one, grey goose and tito’s Avoiding…

Cell phones and the Internet

The internet and cell phones are impacting relationships significantly. When I was growing up,…

Hard work PAYS off

Have you ever experienced disappointment after putting in hard work to achieve something? Have…

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May 14, 2025

I wasn’t always the man I am today. In fact, for a long time, I was the exact opposite of who I said I wanted to become. I was a college basketball player who quit—more than once. I was the student who rarely showed up to class. I was a man who ran toward lust and away from anything that looked like a real relationship. I had children in situations I shouldn’t have been in, continuing the broken family cycles I came from instead of breaking them. And despite knowing I was called for something greater, I ran from God—again and again—even when I saw progress, even when I felt that gentle tug on my heart. I’ve hit rock bottom so many times, I lost count. But one day, I made a promise. A simple one: I would never get arrested again. And while life had its own sense of humor and I was later arrested for something as ridiculous as not walking my dog on a leash—yes, that happened—I didn’t quit on myself. Because the promise wasn’t really about avoiding arrest. The promise was about showing up every day to be better than I was the day before. It,...

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July 30, 2024

Trust without truth

When I was an emotional and somewhat naïve undergraduate student, I wrote a paper on police brutality and excessive force. Despite dedicating significant time to it, I received a C. At the time, I was convinced that my grade was due to the paper’s critical stance on the police, which I then viewed as a white supremacist organization that despised Black people. This sentiment was echoed by my friends, family, and relatives. I believed anyone who disagreed was racist. I avidly read Malcolm X, Nathan McCall, W.E.B. Du Bois, Marcus Garvey, Alex Haley, and Booker T. Washington. I deeply understood the historical struggles of Black Americans. Indeed, it was a struggle, and I believe that we Black Americans are living in far better conditions today compared to fifty years ago and beyond. The further back you go, the worse it gets. In 2012, I was on a college field trip with students who were beginning to explore higher education opportunities. My mentor, who was the acting president of a university, invited us to his office. He delivered a powerful speech, concluding with words that have stayed with me: “Never let your appearance or culture be the excuse you don’t reach,...

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April 11, 2024

Dear love, I am afraid (book)

Imagine an open wound in the deepest part of your heart, without ever healing a dull rusty razor blade pushed upward into the raw scar tissue. On occasion salt is sprinkled all over this organ like a southern meal. Then it is wrapped tightly in a cast as if it were a broken arm. Puss and fluid drip slowly and consistently. That heart is inside the king of the jungle, A LION with the mindset of an eagle and the saveness of a fox. Severely wounded and left in the wilderness to survive. DEAR LOVE, I AM AFRAID

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March 27, 2023

Half a Mint

I had to be about 20, maybe 21 years old. I don’t remember the exact year or day. I believe it was the summer of 1993. I was pushing a red 1988 Mustang LX. It was the worst car I ever had. It was a candy apple red, had factory rims, and a kicker box in the back seat. I would put it in the trunk when I picked up my friends. The system sounded muffled when I did so. I had a portable CD player that I would use through the tape deck with a cassette adapter. It would skip everytime I hit a bump. I just started smoking weed on a daily basis and my dreams of being a professional basketball player shifted to becoming a rapper. I was drinking and driving, smoking and driving, living to get high, drunk and laid. Does this sound familiar to you and your post high school days? I worked at a summer camp where all of the camp counselors were doing the same. We would work all day playing and working with kids from ages 6-14, then go play ball, eat, and find a place to hang out all night partying.,...

Life Style
March 5, 2024

Childhood lost

My childhood was a mosaic of experiences, both challenging and enriching, which I now regard as invaluable. Among these memories, one stands out: my time at a sleep-away camp. Despite initial trepidation and likely shedding tears, the farm-style setting with its assortment of animals and farming duties left an everlasting mark on me. Spending summers with my grandparents and great aunt in North Carolina became the highlight of my youth, fostering friendships that endure to this day. By the age of 11, I had navigated three distinct environments: inner-city life, affluent suburbs, and the warmth of southern hospitality. These diverse settings endowed me with a range of positive attributes, facilitating my ability to relate to people from all walks of life. As a child, I was resilient, albeit reluctantly so—I was more prone to tears than to confrontation. Yet, I was instilled with the principle of not allowing anyone to exploit me. Thus, I found myself facing adversaries I sought to avoid. These early lessons forged not only physical fortitude but, more significantly, mental resilience. My upbringing was characterized by self-directed learning. My peers and I constructed clubhouses, established leadership structures, and engaged in spirited sports competitions. We navigated conflicts,,...

Men healing – Round 2
- June 26, 2025
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Shades of a Man (Podcast)
- May 30, 2025
Growth takes time!
- May 14, 2025
Men’s deserve to heal
- April 25, 2025

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal

AMERICA, Is like ME!

Bumpsy

Court house

I Wanna be (poem)

It was just EMAIL

Vodka, Seltzer and lime

Cell phones and the Internet

Hard work PAYS off

Growth takes time!

Trust without truth

Dear love, I am afraid (book)

Half a Mint

Childhood lost

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal