As I look at this picture, I think of the chair, how almost raggedy, unbecoming and out of place it looks, compared to me and my attire. My smile is radiant, I am sitting upright; confident, my hair is well done, my dress hugs me well and shimmers for the season and my shoes and accessories compliment. I think to myself, why didn’t I find a better chair to sit in?
I shared this late last year on social media (December 15, 2017). I think it is always relevant.
RECOGNIZE THE DANGLING CARROTS IN OUR LIVES AND THE PERSON HOLDING THE OTHER END OF THE STICK.
The devastating yet defining moment of clarity when the rabbit realizes that the dangling carrot was never meant to be grasped. ..
It’s Black History Month
Be a positive part of our future black history. Whose history are you creating?
While we celebrate the strong Black women and men that paved the way, let us continue to build a positive future history beginning with ourselves. What history will you leave behind?
Would the positive intellectuals who spoke up for our freedom and rights be happy with the black woman or man you are currently? There is no time like the present. Pay homage by being a woman or man they fought for us to be.
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Very precious memories: The day I graduated from basic school (pre-school) on the left in Kingston, Jamaica . I received a copy of the story book, Little Red Riding Hood for being one of the top students with my graduation certificate. The day I graduated from grad school on the right in California, USA . I received a Phi Alpha Honor Society Cord and Medal for my GPA with my MSW degree. I remember both days very clearly. From humble beginnings. I was created to succeed. Never give up on your purpose in life.
I look back at my life and I am in awe. I spent the early years of my life living in what is known as a ghetto. It was far from the easiest of life and I understood early what it meant to be surrounded by hopelessness. What it felt like to be judged on where one resides. Classism at its finest. What it meant to be fearful of being robbed, raped or killed.