Chicago

Open Letter to Mike Huckabee

Part of my spiritual growth is standing for the marginalized, the forsaken, and the forgotten. That is the life I work to live daily in honor of my Lord Yeshua.

Ramblings…

Black people wake up and no matter what trauma we experience as a community, we have to go into work …

Living While Black

The eerie feeling when a police officer pulls up behind you. He was behind me for about 6 blocks. I …

Where Did I Go Wrong?

My son
Where did I go wrong
What song didn’t I sing of love
What gift didn’t I give from the heart
What birthday did I miss
What event didn’t I attend

Free flowing

African history was not a part of my upbringing. I was about survival. No different from any other African child …

A Posture of the Heart

I fasted recently. It’s a part of the Christian walk that I hadn’t embarked on seriously in quite sometime. Yet, …

PTSD: Present Traumatic Stress Disorder

We’ve been taught to fight each other, steal from one another, kill one another, reign down terror and rage on our children, leave our women, leave our kids, hustle illegally to get by because we knew America has always been devoid of humanity.

The New Jim Crow: Challenging how we feel about “us”.

Yet, if I don’t shift my mindset towards those young Black men I don’t know and assume the worst of, we will never break the cycle inflicted on us by forces that have put us in the condition, put the knife in our hand and causes us to continually blame ourselves for our own problem.

The End of Possibility

I have never cared for most board meetings. If there is no willful intent to actively listen and address parental concerns regarding administrative changes then don’t open board meetings to the public. Parents were not heard and that corporate adage of “the board of directors knows what’s best” is arrogant.

A Day to Remember

Today was amazing. I had the opportunity to perform at Facebook Chicago. It was the moment of a lifetime and …

The minority in the room

I learned not to judge, walk out, or be rash; translated, not walk away because anger at my child which won’t allow me see how deep she’s hurting.

Reaching Our Young People

When five students raised their hand when I asked if they had lost a sibling to gun violence but only one said they had received counseling…

The Journey to Ghana

I struggle here, in America
We hunted like wild game
Emasculated daily
Images of torture
Places in the south we still can’t go

How Can Dad Help?

Yet, it’s the burden every woman and adolescent girl must carry. It makes me think how fortunate I am as a man, a husband, and a father.

Abdullah Shabazz: Hip Hop Rising

As in the interview, Abdullah shares his transparent journey of laying his hands on a woman the one and only time in his life. “It was a mistake and it cost me…”