Time for some reflection and spiritual work


Awhile ago I saw this video and to say the least am impressed and humbled by what this couple has done and is doing for the orphaned and homeless children in Jamaica. I was a little bit bothered by the fact that if yurugu didn’t put it out, I and perhaps many more Afrikan people would not have been aware of her and her efforts.

 

This begs the questions though…how many of..especially with the means would or have done this? I mean I certainly don’t expect you to do it for recognition, but because this is something you believed in. I know the prevailing myth is Afrikan people don’t adopt..which is not entirely true. Because I am aware of a few that does it. A few! Now I overstand that there are problems associated with us adopting homeless or orphaned Afrikan children. The problem ranges from a lack of interest or care on our part, the desire to sexually, physical or financially exploit the situation (yes…from my experience, in the social service field, I know we do do that as well), but also the fact that yurugu gets more opportunities to kidnap our children, because there is money in it. So I ask the reLIEgious, who should know better than us heathens, why are you not doing more of what sister and her husband is doing?

I remember in school when this film came out. It was awhile after the disaster first came to light. A disaster that while the people have over come, many have still asked how did it came about? I remember back than I was pissed when all I see are how these people were so happy and worshipful of the UN aid workers moving among them and giving them mush and gruel. Of course I wasn’t in their position so I had to step back, detached from the emotion and view the big picture. I remember, back then “messy” Jessie and many knee-grows were holding meeting stalking about how terrible the famine was and how the government should do something. All the while yurugu was contributing money and supplies and volunteers to go over there to help out. What I realized was the families were worshipful of yurugu, because when they looked up from their condition, all they saw holding out bowls of gruel and mush to them was yurugu. Not one Afrikan hand. Now I also am aware now than then that many would have been excluded from being the area, because Amerikkka and the UN used this as an opportunity to exploit the situation, but not one even one knee-row organization tried to go over there. Interesting that shortly after this whole thing went down..Is-it-real…the illegal squatter Zionist state, flew hundreds and thousands over to their illegally occupied land and placed them as buffers between the Khazaar invaders and the Palestinian occupants. The story of the Falasha was born..even though the people insisted that they were not Falashas (strangers) but Beta Yisrel (house of Israel). Of course that narrative was quietly killed for political and reLIEgious reasons. Today these same Ethiopians, their children and other Afrikan immigrants from UN?Amerikkklan proxy wars on the content are being brutally imprisoned, raped, killed, sterilized and incarcerated as “filthy” and “diseased ridden” invaders. The Irony…

As i stated. Adopting homeless or orphaned children is big business for foreigners. It started with yurugu, but the scavengers from Asia is in there getting there pound of flesh as well, like the story tells it. Sexual exploitation, financial come up and organ theft….while nik naks, worry about the source awards and what Beyonce and Jay Z is doing.

http://face2faceafrica.com/article/matthew-grace-huang-qatar#.UzbeXxKwU7F

Afrikans we have no friends. ReLIEgion and reLIEgion institution is not teaching us anything of worth. If your reLIEgion does not have a practical purpose it is useless. What we need is a collective spiritual evolution where we practice Sankofa. Returning to the past and recognizing how the ancients would take care of the poor and dispossessed. And do it because it is Ma’at.  Even if we are big brothers and sisters. Volunteer. Adopt. do something. Because I am tired of hearing and seeing the children suffering from the sins of the parents, adults and a society that cares more for stray dogs and cats than them. This is what spiritual work should be about. Don’t bloody come to me asking me if I heard the word of your guru, savior, prophet or wealth builder. Show me how to make concrete differences in the world and you will get a convert. And I am not talking about the shit that World Vision and Save a child hustle tries to pull on us. Not when 80-90% of our money goes to admin cost.

It is time now for each individual…especially the book revolutionaries…the street corner radical and the social network soldiers…including myself…to start doing something concrete to make us more viable in this world, not less so. And we have to start one person at a time.

Nuff respect to sister Annmarie Richards, brother Richards for setting the bar at a level that is attainable and honorable. You will be blessed and accepted with reverence by the ancestors.

Watching you watching me


Who’s watching?
Tell me who’s watching
Who’s watching me?

I’m just an average man, with an average life
I work from nine to five; hey hell, I pay the price
All I want is to be left alone in my average home
But why do I always feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone, and

I always feel like somebody’s watching me
And I have no privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody’s watching me
Tell me is it just a dream?

When I come home at night
I bolt the door real tight
People call me on the phone I’m trying to avoid
Well, can the people on TV see me
Or am I just paranoid?

When I’m in the shower
I’m afraid to wash my hair
‘Cause I might open my eyes
And find someone standing there
People say I’m crazy
Just a little touched
But maybe showers remind me of
“Psycho” too much
That’s why

I always feel like somebody’s watching me
And I have no privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody’s watching me
Who’s playing tricks on me?

Who’s watching me?
I don’t know anymore
Are the neighbors watching?
Who’s watching?
Well, it’s the mailman watching me, and I don’t feel safe anymore
Tell me who’s watching
Oh, what a mess I wonder who’s watching me now
(Who?) the IRS?

I always feel like somebody’s watching me
And I have no privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody’s watching me
Tell me it is just a trick

I always feel like somebody’s watching me
And I have no privacy
Woh, I always feel like somebody’s watching me
Who’s playing tricks on me?

I always feel like somebody’s watching me
Woh, I always feel like somebody’s watching me
Tell me it can’t be
I always feel like somebody’s watching me

The other day I was on Google and typed in my sister…Diary of a Negress’s…blog page. Sometimes the spirit moves you , you have to go with the flow! What do you know, up popped a bunch of pages some reposting her writing, but many others of course having a problem with her thoughts. It was interesting that many of them, accuse her of being angry or hateful. Then you have commentary by anti-Afrikan groups, like these two. I only chose two, but there were more. This reminds me that we as a people cannot not be vigilant. Whether we are about uplifting Afrikan people or choosing to be the sambos and Jemimas of a white supremacy system.  Check out the nonsense they wrote.

http://www.dailystormer.com/responding-to-an-angry-negress/

http://patriotnewsnetwork.com/showthread.php?1777-An-angry-Negress-who-runs-a-blog-called-Diary-of-a-Negress-has-drawn-up-a-list-of-21

Just remember Afrikans, we are being watched and in the immortal words of John Henrick Clark…we have no friends!

 

PS Sister truth…I did that exercise and am too waiting for the results!