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Blood on the Lease


When I think of what it is to be eccentric I think of a couple of names:

Kanye West, Steve Jobs, Dambudzo Marechera and Bill Clinton.

Dambudzo

Eccentrics are never conventional and usually face the snares of conventional thinking or political correctness. They are imaginative and insanely creative.  Perhaps one of my errors in my 29 years has been  listening to their music or reading their books because their influence can lead to Scars as I focused on in my last blog post.

Eccentrics rarely run from the naked truth, but as a wise solicitor once told me, the truth is a double edged sword.  You have to be willing to suffer the consequences, the cuts and bruises of your soul and your conscience.

I was listening to the “Yeezus” album by Kanye West. I had completely stopped listening to him after his depressant outbursts in mainstream media, but one of his songs, “New Slaves” struck a rather eloquent and deep chord.  This is the imagery that is needed to feel the gravity of the song:

Blood

Here’s an excerpt of the song:

My momma was raised in the era when
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin

Doin’ clothes you would have thought I had help
But they wasn’t satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself
You see it’s broke nigga racism
That’s that “Don’t touch anything in the store”
And it’s rich nigga racism
That’s that “Come in, please buy more”

“What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain?
All you blacks want all the same things”

Used to only be niggas, now everybody playin’
Spendin’ everything on Alexander Wang
New Slaves

I throw these Maybach keys
I wear my heart on the sleeve
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves

I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves

They throwin’ hate at me
Want me to stay at ease

I think I’ve been the broke ni**a and the rich ni**a Kanye refers to above.

Why?

Well, because I think I’ve experienced both ends of the spectrum since coming to America. I’ve experienced the privilege and prejudice depending on my outfit or accent.  The human spirit can endure several emotions and after the long haul it becomes used to the onslaught like a seasoned golfer.  You’re prepared for the abuse or praise because your thinking and mindset is above the person judging you. The judge can be of any race, but largely the same result ensues. They judge your demeanor or dialect before you can even express that you’ve lived on three continents and speak two languages.  Fortunately, I regularly use these moments as opportunities to help, if not educate the judge who probably hasn’t left their hometown in 20 or 30 years.

I wish they knew what exists out there.  There’s a world out there with people of all walks of life. All races. All levels of prosperity and willingness. People that spend the same currency in the same economy and bleed the same red-colored blood.

Today I experienced a life-changing moment, that brought life changing  and what many would consider to be overwhelming adversity and struggle.  I was fast-tracked to barrenness in the place I will always call an omnipotent land.  The free market society of America has its evils and today I faced it right in its dark and intent eyes.  It was a gracious experience considering we are in the period of Lent. Our Lord and my Savior, Jesus Christ faced much scrutiny during his 40 days and 40 nights. Scrutiny is uncomfortable, but necessary so you can appreciate the comforts we often take for granted.  Perhaps I had felt the comforts in this foreign land for far too long without realizing there was blood on the lease and ultimately an expensive price to pay.

Remember, I went to Dragon College which if I haven’t already mentioned, is a Jesuit Catholic school.  Other Jesuit institutions here in America are Marquette University, Georgetown and St Johns University.  Devout Catholics taught me about Lent and the need to give something up.  I gave up gas or fuel if you’re reading from Europe. Due to some contentious circumstances I decided to ride a bicycle between home and the Sparkle City I love so dearly.  Many wonder why I love this city so much.  Perhaps I grew to become tall and strong in this very city and have experienced much more than many expect when they judge my thick Afro-Anglican accent.

Nonetheless, I am here to say adversity follows us every where we go. You can never really hide from it.  Life is all about how you respond to the pressures rendered. Will you falter? Will you rise? Will you wilt in the heat? Will you allow the scars to injure permanently or heal?

You always have to ask God to guide you because this is the World. It’s not Heaven.

The world is full of sin, pharisees, comrades, Samaritans, Mr. and Mrs. Iscariot.  You can’t focus on all of that foolishness.  Your faith has to be stronger because the pain of disappointment always dissipates.  It never lasts forever so you have to follow the path that Lord has destined.

Today, I was disappointed but without this turbulence I would never have met Wes. Wes is a prolific speaker and youth advocate from Baltimore, Maryland.  After an unusual and shocking turn of events, I ended up at the Marriott Hotel at the South Carolina Association of Non Profit Organizations Summit (SCANPO).

One of my dreams has always been to one day be a Founder of a successful Non-Profit Organization engaged in helping others. My father #FatherofGuruve works for one of the largest ones in the world and I can’t imagine a better place to work when your mission is for the greater good of humanity. The hope is that I can learn as much as my brain allows in the next 15 years..

So I get into the SCANPO address and Wes Moore in blood and flesh is speaking. Everyone’s antennas were on “plane mode” or “do not disturb”……

According to the “trusted” Wikipedia:
Wes Moore (born 1978[2]) is an American author, social entrepreneur, producer, political analyst, and decorated US Army officer. He is the author of The Other Wes Moore and The Work, both of which are New York Times Bestsellers. He was also the host for Beyond Belief on the Oprah Winfrey Network and the Executive Producer/ Writer for Coming Back with Wes Moore on PBS.[3]Currently, Wes is the Founder and CEO of BridgeEdU. BridgeEdU is a social enterprise dedicated to reinventing the Freshman Year and creating a softer on-ramp to higher education for students entering their freshman year of college

Wes Moore is an American author, social entrepreneur, producer, political analyst, and decorated US Army officer. He is the author of The Other Wes Moore and The Work, both of which are New York Times Best Sellers.

……Wes Moore completed his address to the 600 sturdy and strong crowd. I decided to walk over to the Exit to “bump” into him.  We shared a golden moment, and he told me,

“To #SonofGuruve, keep reaching for your greatness!”

Here is it is:


So why is this post called “Blood on the Lease”?

Well, the blood on the lease represents the price that has to be paid to overcome adversity, suffering, unfairness, doubt, depression and worry.  There’s no real battle without blood.  If you’re not bleeding you’re not really fighting.  The lease is the challenge.  No lease, note, or mortgage is permanent.  It may seem endless, but the blood dries up and whatever scars created, heal.

My lease spills with blood today, but all will be well. It will be well with my soul.  The sadness resonates from the deception, the lies and greed that visits those that consider me an enemy.  The Bible states somewhere that you must pray for your enemies.  I will pray for them and I will not hate them because we all have blood on our leases that we are waiting to dry up, crystallize and heal to become scars.

After all, we’re all human.

Aren’t we?

© SonofGuruve 2016

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4 comments on “Blood on the Lease

  1. Tiffany
    April 11, 2016

    Wow! All I can say is you have truly moved me. Your words flows like water from your belly. Keep flowing my friend

    Like

    • sonofguruve
      April 11, 2016

      Thank you Mrs. Tiffany. I appreciate your overwhelming support and kind words.

      Like

  2. Tendai
    March 10, 2016

    I am always waiting to be surprised by the next this is true of this. Your faith is surely on the up

    Like

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