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Men healing – Round 2
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Shades of a Man (Podcast)
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Growth takes time!
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Men’s deserve to heal
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- November 14, 2023
Hard work PAYS off

Have you ever experienced disappointment after putting in hard work to achieve something? Have you found yourself wishing you hadn’t,...
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- May 14, 2025
Growth takes time!

I wasn’t always the man I am today. In fact, for a long time, I was the exact opposite of,...

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- March 18, 2024
Life’s road map!
51 years old
- January 9, 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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Life Style
November 5, 2024

As I pulled up to the polls at Kenney Elementary School in Manchester, Connecticut, I couldn’t help but reflect on the first time I ever voted back in 1992. I was young, born a Democrat, casting my vote for Bill Clinton without much thought. Back then, voting felt straightforward, a quick alignment with what I’d always known. But this time, over 32 years later, I felt something entirely different. I felt the weight of responsibility, yes, but also a deep questioning of the act itself—a reflection on whether voting, as it stands, truly aligns with my values. Time has taught me more about life, about this country, and about the principles that should ground our society. My experiences as a Black man, an independent thinker, and a father have reshaped how I see my place here and the responsibility I bear. Today, when I vote, I don’t do it out of habit but from a conscious sense of duty. Yet I can’t help but wonder if casting my vote is, in part, an acceptance of a system that no longer if ever seems to serve us all. It has never served people who look like me in my humble opinion.,...

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February 12, 2024

Wooden Spoon

The humble wooden spoon, a utensil often underestimated yet possessing remarkable longevity if cared for properly. I’ve used the same wooden spoon in my kitchen for over five years, a testament to its resilience in a sea of discarded and broken counterparts. But beyond its culinary utility, the wooden spoon serves as a metaphor for the trajectory of wealth and mindset. In the hierarchy of spoons, the wooden spoon signifies a transition—a precarious balance between the single-use plastic spoon and the royal silver one. It symbolizes the legacy we leave behind, whether it be tangible assets like homes and businesses or intangible wealth such as wisdom and values. While some are born into privilege, wielding silver spoons from the start, many begin with humble beginnings, clutching plastic spoons that signify struggle and scarcity. Yet, the path to wooden spoon status lies not solely in inheritance but in mindset and determination. It’s about leveraging opportunities, making prudent choices, and transcending circumstances. Contrary to popular belief, true wealth isn’t merely measured by material possessions. It’s a mindset—a conscious decision to live within one’s means, invest wisely, and cultivate financial resilience. I’ve encountered individuals who, despite earning substantial incomes, live paycheck to paycheck,,...

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March 31, 2025

Letting go

For decades, I walked around carrying extra weight on my shoulders. This weight was added day by day. I became strong, which has allowed me to be in the positions I am in today. Along with this strength came a lack of empathy and vulnerability. Looking at my environment and what I was taught, I have learned to accept all the negative impacts as I have received the positives. The weight I was carrying around came with pain, trauma, and loss. I held this pain inside me and could feel it with each beat of my heart. The rhythm was fierce and unpredictable because, at any time, a demon within could be awakened. As my weight grew, I began to move faster and work harder. I avoided the reality that I had become numb, and I was the happiest, miserable person I knew. There was a time when I believed I could conquer the world alone. I was a superhero. I was iron. I have learned that superheroes are not real, and men break, too! As a man with grown kids, I have realized I have a long road ahead to become the person I want to be. By the,...

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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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May 3, 2024

Family growth

When do we lose the inhibition to question everything we do not know or understand? As a young boy, I recall bombarding my grandfather with hundreds of questions. He patiently answered many, while some remained mysteries. Yet, I trusted his opinion because he took the time to respond thoughtfully and honestly. Even though he might have told me a few white lies, like the existence of Santa Claus, my trust stemmed from his consistent effort to engage with my queries. I vividly remember a moment when I questioned my grandfather about my parents’ separation over the phone. Instead of giving a direct answer, he shared a story. At that tender age of about 10, I probably already knew the answer, but I wasn’t ready to accept it. His closing words, “You are blessed to know and have had your father, mother, and three of your grandparents in your life,” didn’t sit well with me at the time. I was longing for my father’s presence, oblivious to the bigger picture. Now, 41 years later, I reflect on that moment with gratitude. Despite my father’s illness and our strained relationship, I acknowledge the lessons I’ve learned, even if they weren’t always positive.,...

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
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