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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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- June 18, 2023
Family (The kitchen table)

Listening to my grandfather’s captivating stories, I found myself yearning to experience the vivid world of his childhood. It was,...
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- October 4, 2024
Showing up for???

There’s something I’ve been reflecting on deeply this week—showing up. Whether it’s in the gym, at family events, or in,...

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- September 10, 2023
Tainted lens
Danger- is an educated black man!
- September 1, 2024

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June 26, 2025

Struggle

I owe 100% of my success to the struggle. Stop and…

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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Books, Fashion, Life Style, Life Style, Photograph, Uncategorized
February 26, 2025

Walking into the courthouse in 2025 took me way back, way back to a time when my name echoed in these halls too often, when court dates were as routine as paydays, and I was always waiting on a verdict that never truly freed me. I could still feel the weight of those years pressing against my chest like a judge’s gavel slamming down on a fate I couldn’t control. Outside, the familiar sight of hurried last drags on cigarettes painted the same picture of desperation I once knew too well. The nicotine-filled exhales mixed with the cold morning air, swirling like the uncertainty in the eyes of the people waiting to step inside. Some of them laughed, not because life was funny, but because pain sometimes only has two options—tears or laughter. Others sat still, haunted by the unknown, their hands fidgeting with paper summonses or last-minute phone calls to people who couldn’t save them from what was coming. Stepping inside was like stepping into a time capsule. The same metal detectors, the same empty-your-pockets routine, the same worn-out carpets that had soaked up too many broken stories. The air carried a scent you could never quite wash off—a,...

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June 15, 2024

The little loud ROCK 🪨

While in Vermont, my friend Alexx and I were driving up a gravel road toward our lodging.. The tranquility of the late afternoon view was abruptly interrupted when a high-pitched, agonizing screech emanated from our car. Almost instinctively, we knew something was wrong with the brakes. The car became increasingly annoying with the unsettling noise growing louder, we had no choice but to pull over and investigate. It was around 5 pm on a Friday evening, and the likelihood of finding a mechanic available at this hour was slim. We passed by a small auto repair shop that looked like it was closing for the day. Desperate, we decided to stop and ask for help. The shop’s employees, two white men who were clearly preparing to lock up, listened attentively as we explained our predicament. Despite the late hour and their apparent readiness to go home, these men did not hesitate. They could have easily turned us away, citing their closing time. Instead, they offered to take a look at our car. Their kindness and willingness to assist us were unexpected and helpful. The mechanics quickly got to work, first jacking up the car and then removing the tire to,...

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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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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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February 21, 2024

Silver Spoon!

In the realm of societal unbalance, there exists a phrase that reverberates with both envy and disdain: “born with a silver spoon.” It explains the notion of being born into immense wealth, shielded from the adversities that plague the majority of humanity. As I reflect on this concept, I am reminded of the stark realities of economic inequality that persist in our world. In my capacity as a black teacher and gym owner, I witness firsthand the disparities that exist and the systemic barriers that obstruct the path to prosperity for many including myself. Less than 2% of the population will never have to worry about money. These individuals were born with a silver spoon. This status is for life. Unlike a plastic spoon, a person born with a silver spoon will always have a silver spoon. It doesn’t matter what happens in their life; they will always be rich. The metaphor of the silver spoon speaks to the perpetuation of privilege across generations. It symbolizes not just material wealth, but also access to opportunities, networks, and resources that reinforce and amplify that wealth. For those born into affluent families, success often seems preordained, a birthright rather than an achievement.,...

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

Family (The kitchen table)

Showing up for???

Tainted lens

Danger- is an educated black man!

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal

50 years deep!

Struggle

Strike

Bumpsy

Start, Struggle, Survive and Succeed

Read My Life

Court house

The little loud ROCK 🪨

Wooden Spoon

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

Silver Spoon!

Men healing – Round 2

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

Growth takes time!

Men’s deserve to heal