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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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- April 2, 2024
Past Present Future

Where do you reside in the vast expanse of time? Are you lost in the tumultuous waters of past mistakes,,...
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- May 25, 2024
Promise- introduction

This book emerges from the depths of a broken man’s soul. While I am still a “WORK IN PROGRESS,” each,...

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- January 24, 2024
Failed Starts
Growth is on YOU!!!
- July 6, 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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August 6, 2023

While my wife and I were designing our new home, I stumbled upon my collection of awards, degrees, and certifications. Reflecting on each one and their impact on my life, I remembered how I used to proudly display them in the living room of my previous homes, showcasing my achievements to all who entered. These accolades hold a special place in my heart, representing years of dedication and hard work. Yet, as I contemplated where to showcase these milestones, my perspective began to shift. Each degree represents a personal sacrifice, every reward carries a unique story, and each certification has come at a price. Earning my bachelor’s degree was an uphill battle that spanned six challenging years. Despite facing homelessness, losing my best friend to murder, job instability, and parenthood, I persevered and obtained my four-year degree in an unrelated field. My journey continued with pursuing a Masters degree while juggling two full-time jobs, navigating a complex relationship, and coping with the passing of my grandfather ( My best friend). Despite the obstacles, I graduated with a 3.7 GPA, overcame legal challenges, and secured a teaching license in Connecticut. Now, as a Doctoral candidate, I recognize that my path has,...

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January 24, 2024

Failed Starts

The notion of New Year, Monday, next month, or after my birthday often serves as a delaying tactic for embarking on new, challenging endeavors. The allure of fresh starts is compelling, especially when the concept of a clean slate is ingrained in our culture. However, true change doesn’t need a specific date; the time is always now. It should always be now! There’s no valid reason to postpone the commencement of a journey. Those who procrastinate risk being left behind, often finding convenient excuses for their current life situation—commonly citing reasons like kids, jobs, time, or money. As a gym owner, I’ve encountered countless individuals who declare specific dates to kickstart their fitness program, only to fade into silence. Many talk themselves out of taking the necessary steps. Money and time become the top excuses, particularly when faced with the prospect of committing to a gym that demands accountability. Opting for the allure of a big box gym with a cheap monthly membership fee allows for sporadic attendance and a false sense of accomplishment. Unlike the impersonal environment of larger gyms where your name may go unnoticed, small box gyms like mine prioritize personal connection. We call our members to,...

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August 20, 2023

Rainbows and Dodge Charger

As I ventured out into the rain, an walk I hadn’t initially wanted to do, I stumbled upon an awe-inspiring rainbow that stole my breath away. Capturing its beauty in a photograph, I pondered the profound reasons behind my affection for rainbows. My fondness stemmed from cherished memories of “The Wizard of Oz,” where the song, somewhere over the rainbow was my favorite part of the movie. It symbolized to me that something extraordinary awaited beyond the rainbow’s end. In times of trouble, as a child, I’d hum that tune, envisioning the wonders that lay ahead. But then came the moment when I was told that my admiration for rainbows was somehow “gay,” and that I, being a straight male, shouldn’t embrace them. Similarly, my adoration for the iconic TV show “The Dukes of Hazzard” and its iconic orange 1969 Dodge Charger, flaunting the Confederate flag, was tarnished. I owned all the show’s toys, including the car, flag and all, until an older cousin from North Carolina shared a different perspective, explaining that the flag represented something divisive and no black person should like that car air watch that show.. These two symbols, once laden with joyful fantasies, were marred,...

Life Style
January 13, 2023

Strike

Do you bowl? I do and it has been a blessing to start bowling again. I bowled here and there with my mother when I was a child. She was an avid bowler and bowled since I could remember. When I was a young man, she gave me her bowling ball. So, I used it every time I went bowling. My mother and I have had a rocky relationship since I was a teenager. I know she loved me and did the best she could with what she had. However, I always expected and wanted more until I did my own reflecting. Several years ago, I lost that bowling ball and not too long after it destroyed my mother and I’s relationship. I did that often so I did not have to face my fears of being hurt again. When I was writing my book, I called my mother crying and she was there for me like she always had been. We think differently, we love differently, and still, I love the hell out of her. I have realized through our relationship that the best love is the free love. Not free in cost but free in the open sense. ,...

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May 22, 2023

Mr. K

This blog is a great follow up to Ham Ave. When I first moved to Greenwich I was completely new to organized sports. The only games I knew were kick ball, stick ball, taps and tag. I watched baseball, football and basketball all the time. I just never had the opportunity to play sports in an organized or even unorganized setting. Living in the city and spending a lot of time in the projects didn’t allow for these opportunities for me prior to moving to Greenwich. Being outside and playing as a kid allowed me to transition to organized sports well. I went to Hamilton Avenue Elementary school. I was not a fan of the learning part in school. The change from the Mount Vernon/ Bronx New York to Greenwich Ct really halted my education. The Bronx and Mount Vernon areas I lived in were predominantly black. I didn’t even know too many people of Spanish descent. Greenwich on the other hand was white, and the neighborhood I lived in was mostly Italian. I went from being called a white boy to being seen as black. I was extremely uncomfortable and the only way I knew how to deal with,...

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