Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Measure
It helps us to listen to the center of our hearts using the wisdom of God to measure the successes of life.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The "nigga" Jar
Nigga This. Nigga That. The "n word" is used so frequently by people in our day to day lives. Think.. When was the last time you heard it? How was it used? How did it make you feel? Or can you even remember? "My nigga..." - are you really my nigga or are you just "another nigga" trying to make it. You may not understand that because this was written.. "Strictly for my niggaz"
No matter how you twist it... Twirl it... Spin it.. Or even shoot it.. Its all the same thing. Its a word that has lost its meaning. Its lost its edge. Its lost its power. Everytime its used a little more power is taken away... Not just from the word... But from the race that it represents.
What's a nigga? And where did this word nigga come from?
Research... Research... Research.. Feed your mind. Do you know what it means to be a nigga?
GOOGLE the origins of the word NIGGA.
While scratching my fingernails against the walls of history...I came up with an idea. Start the movement to restore what's been taken away from the niggas. So I came up with the idea of "THE NIGGA JAR". A tax on the word that's been drained of its energy for years.
This is how the nigga jar works:
Everytime a person (black/white/pink/yellow/brown/purple) says the word nigga, a monetary donation is collected. This monetary donation is taken and put in to a jar. This jar is the counted when full and donated to a charity, school, or community effort to improve the lives of African Americans, better known as "the niggas of American Society". Because the word nigga has taken so much from us... It is only right that we make it give back.
The donation would be 10 cents/nigga spoke for descendants of Africans. (Black People) and 25 cents for the non-african descendants.
Where will you keep your nigga jar?
No matter how you twist it... Twirl it... Spin it.. Or even shoot it.. Its all the same thing. Its a word that has lost its meaning. Its lost its edge. Its lost its power. Everytime its used a little more power is taken away... Not just from the word... But from the race that it represents.
What's a nigga? And where did this word nigga come from?
Research... Research... Research.. Feed your mind. Do you know what it means to be a nigga?
GOOGLE the origins of the word NIGGA.
While scratching my fingernails against the walls of history...I came up with an idea. Start the movement to restore what's been taken away from the niggas. So I came up with the idea of "THE NIGGA JAR". A tax on the word that's been drained of its energy for years.
This is how the nigga jar works:
Everytime a person (black/white/pink/yellow/brown/purple) says the word nigga, a monetary donation is collected. This monetary donation is taken and put in to a jar. This jar is the counted when full and donated to a charity, school, or community effort to improve the lives of African Americans, better known as "the niggas of American Society". Because the word nigga has taken so much from us... It is only right that we make it give back.
The donation would be 10 cents/nigga spoke for descendants of Africans. (Black People) and 25 cents for the non-african descendants.
Where will you keep your nigga jar?
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Fear of Clocks
Over the last few weeks. I have developed a strange (to me) fear of clocks. Time was always my friend. I always had time for what I wanted. I was young... I had time to waste.. Time to kill. I couldn't figure out why I felt like this. I couldn't figure out why I had dreams about hourglasses and sand slipping down through the hour glass. I figured out what the issue was... But that will follow in another post. In the past few weeks I have began to hate clocks, watches, alarms, the little ticker in the right hand corner of the tv when you watch CNN, and even the iced out timepieces made by Rolex and Jacob the Jeweler. (Yeh...even those!)
I wished clocks ticked in reverse and every line spoken in life could be rehearsed. But reality is they move forward and sometimes you have to speak without the opportunity to plan or say what you need to.
We live this thing called life not knowing what tomorrow may hold. We know what we did yesterday...we just hope that tomorrow can erase yesterdays mistakes. The unfairness of the situation lies in the fact that tomorrow is not promised and today will merely be a blur. We won't be able to live today until tomorrow comes ... Rewinding today's events wishing that we had gotten up earlier and did this.. Or took the time out the day to do that. Tomorrow after I have already sent this... I will think back and remember one more line that I should have wrote.
I wish clocks ticked in reverse and the sound wasn't tick tock but tock tick. I wish we could all live as Benjamin Button and age backwards. Worries first then ... Become children. Never Never Land was a great dream. All praises to Peter Pan! My Man!!! A rebel and American Gangster who challenged the normal thought process! To everyone who fears the tick tock.. May your clock tock tick today. I fear clocks.. Chronometrophobia. The fear of clocks! Blessings!
I wished clocks ticked in reverse and every line spoken in life could be rehearsed. But reality is they move forward and sometimes you have to speak without the opportunity to plan or say what you need to.
We live this thing called life not knowing what tomorrow may hold. We know what we did yesterday...we just hope that tomorrow can erase yesterdays mistakes. The unfairness of the situation lies in the fact that tomorrow is not promised and today will merely be a blur. We won't be able to live today until tomorrow comes ... Rewinding today's events wishing that we had gotten up earlier and did this.. Or took the time out the day to do that. Tomorrow after I have already sent this... I will think back and remember one more line that I should have wrote.
I wish clocks ticked in reverse and the sound wasn't tick tock but tock tick. I wish we could all live as Benjamin Button and age backwards. Worries first then ... Become children. Never Never Land was a great dream. All praises to Peter Pan! My Man!!! A rebel and American Gangster who challenged the normal thought process! To everyone who fears the tick tock.. May your clock tock tick today. I fear clocks.. Chronometrophobia. The fear of clocks! Blessings!
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