Thanks for
joining me again as I continue my journey! I haven’t written as often as I was
doing when I was in Gambia, West Africa because I’ve really been trying to take
it all in. It seems that it should be
like riding a bicycle; once you’ve learned to ride you never forget how, but with
it comes apprehension. Will I be steady enough so I don’t fall off? Will I blow
a tire and what about all the traffic around me?
I think as
children we don’t consider things like that, we just jump on and do it and don’t
even give falling a thought. But as we mature we are more aware of both sides
of the coin. I’ve been looking at both sides and one does not outweigh the
other and it’s not a coin toss for me. Watching and listening to what I see
going on around me I’ve decided I’m all in, whether I fall or not I’m going to
jump in and do it: no matter the ridicule or danger to be faced
Geez, what is
she talking about? Okay, be patient with me and I’ll tell you more. You must
remember my blog is my journey and sometimes my thoughts get ahead of my
fingers.
I knew that
when GOD inspired me to move back to the states from Africa it was for a
purpose, something greater than me. It’s what life is all about really. Our successes,
failings, suffering and joy is not just for us, but for others to benefit and
to learn from. So I know I’m here not just for my own advancement, but also for
that of others. It seems so many, far too, too many have forgotten or don’t
know that.
I am where I
am today because so many mighty and brave people stood up and have fallen so
that I can rise. And I say rise because I know that I have not risen to my
fullest potential yet to have reached the pinnacle of my journey. I promise GOD,
myself and you as I rise that I will reach back for the hand of another to help
them up their mountain. Whether by word or deed it’s a responsibility I so
gladly welcome and accept.
My heart
aches for the children of not only this, but especially for the past two and
upcoming generations: these children of the young uneducated and under educated
parents. Parents that breed ignorance, anger and hatred in their own homes. You
can hear it in their voices as they speak to these children calling them names
that don’t bolster self esteem, but tear down dreams. You can hear it in the
music they listen to and allow the children to hear. Not all music, but I’m
talking about the music that turns the beast savage as oppose to soothe the
savage beast: music of sex, hatred and violence. Music that insults me and
assaults my ears, mind and heart played loud enough to penetrate young innocent
minds.
It’s all around
and easy to see in the way the females, I refuse to call them women are
dressing leaving nothing to the imagination and I will not leave out the males
who believe that the showing dirty underwear is a fashion statement. Not only
are so called adults dressing like this, but they’re also dressing their
children like that.
It hurts! Do
you hear me it hurts! And unless you are turning a blind eye and you have a
heart it should hurt you too. So you say it doesn’t affect you or your
community. Humph, well let me tell you if not now, then one day soon it will
make a great impact on if not you then yours. I know it for a fact because what
you see and hear here in these states travels all over the world. That’s right,
even today in most African countries young men are walking around with the
pants below the butts with their underwear on parade and our once modest
sisters are not so modest any more.
So I’m all
in, whether I fall or not. I will lift up my voice to one, to ten, to the
hundreds even to thousands and if only one person benefits from my voice, well
then I’ve done my job.
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What will
you do?
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