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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

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- December 3, 2024
Lesson’s vs. The belt

As a 70’s baby, I was brought up by the belt. The belt was the lesson and fear was the,...
- Life Style
- November 5, 2024
Election Day!

As I pulled up to the polls at Kenney Elementary School in Manchester, Connecticut, I couldn’t help but reflect on,...

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- January 24, 2024
Failed Starts
Dear love, I am afraid (book)
- April 11, 2024

Strike

Do you bowl? I do and it has been a blessing to start bowling…

Bumpsy

Bumpsy, that is his name. Who is that? The man who showed me everything…

Start, Struggle, Survive and Succeed

Hello, my name is Wakime and I am soon to be 50 years old.…

Read My Life

Read My life “Delivering happiness” “Starts with Why” “This Native son” Or “Black boy”…

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February 6, 2023

The luck of the Irish ☘️ or NOT 3/17/1998

On Saint Patrick’s day of 1998, my first born son was born. At least that is what I THOUGHT. During labor, I was kicked out of the room because I was watching the Georgetown Hoyas Basketball game the night prior when my son’s mother began to have contractions. It was the NIT and they lost to Georgia Tech, I believe. I was given the gift of a healthy baby boy. I cried for two reasons: 1) I was a father 2) I was scared to death. I had started a full time job 3 months prior and was dealing with a paternity case at the same time, as If that was not enough. I was out of control mentally and, in my opinion, my son’s mother was not much better. Before he was even born, the arguments were out of control and I was headed for a domestic case. That eventually happened and to be honest, I could and should have been arrested more times than I was. I was too weak to leave and had such a large ego that I couldn’t allow someone to disrespect me. I do not know how I survived this relationship without doing some,...

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October 8, 2023

🩸 vs 💦

AS a child I heard the phrase “ blood is thicker than water” hundreds of times. This quote was often used when I wanted to do something with my friends that my mother or relative thought was not as important as I thought it was. The literal meaning of the phrase makes plenty of sense . Blood in the liquid form is thicker than water. The next part is referring to this comparison to family and friends. From my personal experience this phrase could be applied and fits the situation and in other situations it does not fit. Based on our experiences this phrase could be validated and or voided. I grew up in two different yet supportive family structures. My Father’s side of the family were hard working southern folk. Most of my cousins had the luxury of both parents and owned homes and had respectable jobs and careers. Everyone seemed to have a car and had enough money to get by. When I spent time in North Carolina all the kids went to church on Sunday’s and ate together as a family around the same time every night. It was rare that the kids would be doing something,...

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October 29, 2024

Strong men can be loving too!

The Strength in Being Tender Today, I overheard a man telling a young boy that he was “too tender” with a girl, like tenderness was something to be ashamed of, something weak. I couldn’t shake it, because I’ve lived that same lie. I’ve carried it, embraced it, and paid for it in ways that still haunt me. As a young boy, I was taught—by my uncle’s, my cousin’s, and the culture around me—that being a man meant having many women. Being a player was the goal, the badge of honor. To have one woman? To be tender with her? That was for the soft-hearted, the weak. And I let that false idea shape me, lead me, guide my choices—until those choices shaped my life, and not in the way I imagined. I think back to my high school love. I was all in. My heart only wanted her—my girl, my wife. That was the dream, the vision I had. But my mind, twisted by the lies I was fed, convinced me otherwise. I walked away from something real to chase an illusion, to be free for women who never showed up. And the one who did? She wasn’t the one.,...

Life Style
August 13, 2023

Growing old with Hip Hop

I wrote this piece back in 2013, and in light of hip hop’s 50th anniversary celebration this weekend, I believe this poem resonates fittingly. Enjoy! Born with this music Hip hop Fatherless soul Hip hop was my guide It showed me the breaks Which I lived Auditory No videos and magazines Well, there was……. Underground Suppressed like the segregated south Trying to gain musical civil rights Breakthrough Run DMC Elementary Rhymes Which to this day, are parts of me Still there was no money I learned the meaning of philosophy Through BDP When dancing earned respect And DJ’s didn’t yell there names Promoting themselves the whole night Stopping the violence Was a mission Fashion was…. Gold Suede Leather Bombers Sheep skins And FOR REAL Most of us fought Hand to hand As I age Hip hop I still breathe I lived through the changes Its common sense I think I love her Well??? It’s a love hate thing Cause I love the music But I hate the game Sex and violence Yeah Kris knew it The art form is gone Hip hop Now has the root of all evil It all about the Benjamin’s And the Benz The ice The,...

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February 1, 2024

The symbolic meaning of Spoons

What’s Your Symbolic Spoon? 🥄 Spoons as Symbols in Life 🥄 Pause for a moment and ponder: What do spoons symbolize to you? To me, a spoon is more than just a utensil—it’s a vessel that cradles the most elusive of elements, liquids. In this captivating four-part series, we’re diving deep into the metaphorical world of spoons to explore their symbolism in our lives. Forget the practical uses; we’re delving into what spoons represent in the context of families. Intrigued? Join us on this thought-provoking journey! Blog 2: “The Plastic Spoon: Navigating Life in the Poor Class” 💔 Life with a Plastic Spoon 💔 Embark with us on a poignant exploration of the first spoon in our series: the plastic spoon. Symbolizing the challenges faced by the poor class, this blog unpacks the effects of being born into a family wielding a plastic spoon. From economic hardships to resilience, we’ll delve into the unique experiences that shape lives. Brace yourself for an eye-opening revelation as we navigate the complexities of life in the shadows of financial struggle. Blog 3: “The Wooden Spoon: Navigating the Terrain of the Middle Class” 🌳 Life with a Wooden Spoon 🌳 In the heart of,...

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