Saturday, July 9, 2016

THE SILENCE OF BLACK AFRICAN IMMIGRANTS

On July 5th, Alton Sterling was ‘executed’ (6 gunshots) by Police after being man-handled by them. His last words were “Please don't shoot me!” They said he had a long rap sheet and was carrying a gun on him. However, they didn't tell us he was committing any crime at the time he was killed.
On July 6th, Philando Castile was killed (5 gunshots) in front of his girlfriend and her 4-year old daughter. Philando had no Police record and was a good and upstanding citizen, a role model to many children. He even worked in a school. He also, was not committing any crime at the time he was killed.
They were not killed in self defense. In fact, they were both defenseless and in no position to harm the officers and yet they got killed.
114 Black men have been killed in the United States in the first 186 days of this year.
Many people are silent about the killings of Blacks and the injustice we suffer, but there is no silence as deafening as the one from the Black African immigrant community.
The time has come for our community organizations to be known for more than just social events.
The time has come for our community to be much more than a group of people from different African countries.
The time has come for our community organizations to be driven by a need for positive impact.
We can start by acknowledging the struggles of those who spilt their blood to pave the way for the 'freedom’ that we enjoy. We should not be missing at Black History and Emancipation Day events. 
We can start by helping new Black African immigrants to successfully navigate this terrain that we seem to have mastered.
Know that all Blacks are Black. A drop of Black blood in you makes you Black.
Know that the success of your Black neighbour is a success for all Blacks and their failure is ours as well.
Know that as long as racism continues to affect your Black brother, your ‘success’ will not protect you.
When a Black brother is killed in the US, we should shout out for justice too. That death could have been one of yours. That son that you worked so hard to train could have been the victim. Don't wait till it strikes you directly before speaking out.
When a brother is killed in the US that is an opportunity for us to come together as a community and make our voices be heard.
This is the time for our Black African Immigrant community to look beyond every pettiness and see that we are endangered species.
This is the time for us to shirk silence and embrace community engagement, advocacy and collaboration.
In the US, they kill our bodies but here in Canada, they kill our Spirits.
Our children are targeted in their schools and they are neither protected nor can they protect themselves. Instead, the educationists become enablers to the perpetrators of the injustice against them.
80% of Black families that become involved with the CAS are through the schools.
Black children are 5 times over-represented in the Foster Care system.
Black people are 4 times over-represented in the criminal justice system.
Unemployment is also high in our community.
These are issues that we should be addressing and there will be no change until we begin to do something.
In North America, we are neither African nor African-American, we are all BLACK.  Every African descendant in North America is directly affected when something happens to any single Black in North America.
If we Black African Immigrants don't speak out against the injustice our African-American brethren are experiencing, why should we complain when others don’t?



THE SILENCE OF BLACK AFRICAN IMMIGRANTS

On July 5th, Alton Sterling was ‘executed’ (6 gunshots) by Police after being man-handled by them. His last words were “Please don't shoot me!” They said he had a long rap sheet and was carrying a gun on him. However, they didn't tell us he was committing any crime at the time he was killed.
On July 6th, Philando Castile was killed (5 gunshots) in front of his girlfriend and her 4-year old daughter. Philando had no Police record and was a good and upstanding citizen, a role model to many children. He even worked in a school. He also, was not committing any crime at the time he was killed.
They were not killed in self defense. In fact, they were both defenseless and in no position to harm the officers and yet they got killed.
114 Black men have been killed in the United States in the first 186 days of this year.
Many people are silent about the killings of Blacks and the injustice we suffer, but there is no silence as deafening as the one from the Black African immigrant community.
The time has come for our community organizations to be known for more than just social events.
The time has come for our community to be much more than a group of people from different African countries.
The time has come for our community organizations to be driven by a need for positive impact.
We can start by acknowledging the struggles of those who spilt their blood to pave the way for the 'freedom’ that we enjoy. We should not be missing at Black History and Emancipation Day events. 
We can start by helping new Black African immigrants to successfully navigate this terrain that we seem to have mastered.
Know that all Blacks are Black. A drop of Black blood in you makes you Black.
Know that the success of your Black neighbour is a success for all Blacks and their failure is ours as well.
Know that as long as racism continues to affect your Black brother, your ‘success’ will not protect you.
When a Black brother is killed in the US, we should shout out for justice too. That death could have been one of yours. That son that you worked so hard to train could have been the victim. Don't wait till it strikes you directly before speaking out.
When a brother is killed in the US that is an opportunity for us to come together as a community and make our voices be heard.
This is the time for our Black African Immigrant community to look beyond every pettiness and see that we are endangered species.
This is the time for us to shirk silence and embrace community engagement, advocacy and collaboration.
In the US, they kill our bodies but here in Canada, they kill our Spirits.
Our children are targeted in their schools and they are neither protected nor can they protect themselves. Instead, the educationists become enablers to the perpetrators of the injustice against them.
80% of Black families that become involved with the CAS are through the schools.
Black children are 5 times over-represented in the Foster Care system.
Black people are 4 times over-represented in the criminal justice system.
Unemployment is also high in our community.
These are issues that we should be addressing and there will be no change until we begin to do something.
In North America, we are neither African nor African-American, we are all BLACK.  Every African descendant in North America is directly affected when something happens to any single Black in North America.
If we Black African Immigrants don't speak out against the injustice our African-American brethren are experiencing, why should we complain when others don’t?



Thursday, July 7, 2016

MEDICATED FOR THE MONEY

Medicated, dull senses, lethargic, weight gain
I look at myself and I don’t like how I look
Now I need higher doses
I can’t go on like this anymore
So I stop taking them
I’ve become a tyrant, impatient, aggressive and very sad
What is going on?! I ask
Ohhh…it’s the medication!
What do I do…?
Am stuck in the cycle? Like a hamster on a wheel
They’ve got me where they want me
But why?!...
If they know, why did they give me this?
It’s all about the money, my dear
Money for the Doctor and for the Pharma Giants
Who really cares about your well-being?

"Give it to them and we’ve got a lifetime moneymaker" they say

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

DON'T BLAME YOU FOR THEIR REJECTION

There is nothing more devastating than rejection because rejection shatters dreams and hopes.
It causes you to stagger on your path. It makes you doubt yourself.
If suddenly your life seems like a catalogue of rejections, you begin to flounder.
Your once strong disposition and belief in your vision crumbles under the weight of despair.
To be rejected by those whom you love is a pain incomparable to none other.
Your safe space suddenly turns to your pain place.
You become scared. Scared to live, scared to love and even scared to laugh.
Could it be me? You ask. What did I do? What did I say? What did they hear about me?
Innumerable questions and a gamut of scenarios spin around in your head.
The truth is, there are no answers to the questions. Even if you asked them directly, their answer would probably be a lie.
Many times those who reject you do not need any prompts. You didn’t cause it. It’s not your fault. You are good enough to be loved. You are worth standing by.
If you feel that your mistakes have given them a good excuse, know that your value is not diminished by your mistakes.
Look at it this way. I went to the bank and for the first time since I got to Canada, I received a $100 bill in the cash I withdrew. “$100 bill!” I exclaimed in my mind.
I kept it inside my wallet and brought it out from time to time to admire. I spent every other lesser bill I had but didn’t want to spend my $100 bill.
Last night I looked inside my wallet and I couldn’t find my $100 bill. I frantically searched everywhere but didn’t find it.
This morning I decided to go through all the garbage cans in the house. I didn’t find it.
I then went to the big garbage can outside and there in a mix of rotten fruit peels, tomatoes and other waste, I saw my precious $100 bill. It was all messed up but I rinsed it off and let it dry.
Let me ask you this question? Did my $100 bill become less valuable because it had been in the garbage with rotten food?
No!
In the same way, you are not less valuable because of your mistakes. Your challenges have not diminished your value in any way. You are still enough for the world. You are enough in every way.
There is no excuse that makes you bad enough to be rejected.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

OUR DEATH HAS NOT BEEN IN VAIN

Someone thought they would hurt our world if they shot us up
They shot us but they could not shut us up
Someone chose our location because we were gay
Now, gay or straight, the world has united to keep hate at bay
An action fuelled by hate and now we are the late
Though he made us late, we’ve become love’s bait
Homophobia has been dealt a huge blow because we died
Now through our death, the value of diversity is now on the rise
Religious folk now have to face the truth about the love they profess
“We have much work to do in the area of inclusion” they confess
‘Love not Hate’ is now the chant over mountains and plains

For indeed our death has not been in vain

Orlando Shooting Victims Collage
http://www.advocate.com/crime/2016/6/15/city-orlando-begins-release-list-those-killed-pulse-nightclub-shooting

Sunday, May 8, 2016

We Have Authority

Yesterday, I believed I committed a faux pas so shame and blame flogged me relentlessly. 
I tried to stuff myself with a very rich cream cake but that didn't help. My last thoughts yesternight and my first thoughts this morning, were of this 'great' mistake.
I was so weighed down by it that I almost didn't go for my morning walk. I sluggishly dressed up determined to keep my commitment to myself and then commenced on my walk.
My start was quite slow because I was carrying this burden that made every step so hard for me, but I kept plodding along.
I normally play Gospel songs on my morning walks but this morning I didn't even feel like playing any song, so I began facebooking. 
I had promised myself that I will never go to Facebook on my morning walk, but this morning I did. After about 5 minutes of facebooking, I realized what I was doing and stopped.
5 minutes later, I remembered Andrae Crouch's "Through it all", googled it on my phone and began to play it. Surprisingly, that didn't really make me feel any better. Normally playing gospel songs precedes my time of prayer, praise and worship, but I couldn't even open my mouth this morning. 
I kept replaying the song until I had a 'Eureka' moment. 
I remembered a conversation I had with a friend yesterday about how the most difficult battle we fight with ourselves in our time of pain, is the one we fight within our minds. 
Joyce Meyer's book "The Battlefield of the mind" also came to my mind at this point and I asked myself what I was doing allowing the devil mess with my mind. I immediately rebuked him and told the spirits of shame and blame to be silent and go back to hell where they belonged.
After doing this, I continued to listen to the song and about 5 minutes later, I realized I no longer had the burden and yesterday's faux pas was no longer a sword of Damocles hanging over my head. I was free! 
This really got me thinking of the authority that we have as believers and how often we as Christians, go about in life assaulted and traumatized by the devil because we don't use it.
If we don't use our authority, the devil will continue to run roughshod over our lives and emotions and, we will never live victorious lives. We have to speak to him, commanding him in the name of Jesus and he has no choice but to obey.
As long as we're alive, the battle does not stop, so we have to be alert to recognize his wiles.
We must learn to be deliberate in our walk and determined to emerge victorious from every battle he brings our way.

Remember, the outcome was sealed on Calvary's Cross. Victory is already ours, we just need to lay hold of it by using our authority.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

I AM WOMAN

Inside of pain, I find unbelievable gain
In the midst of chaos, I create a calm space
Out of scandals, I birth an honourable story
When I face challenges, I see opportunities for progress
Outside of love, I build a relationship with enduring affection
Who am I?
I am Woman

I nourish and I nurture
I am the life that brings forth lives
I am the hand that builds homes
I am the one that makes or breaks man
I am the womb that grows tiny zygotes into great men
Who am I?
I am Woman

You build a house, I make it home
You are the head of the family, I am the neck that guides our direction
Your arms protect our children, my hands groom them to rule the world
O’man, I was formed from your rib but I support your heart and hearth
Without me, there would be no form or beauty in our world
Who am I?
I am Woman