I’m appreciative Baba taught Razzle Dazzle and I to be proud of our identity. He also taught us to pray and most importantly to fight for the good things we want and to fight for the good things we have. You want a career? Work for it. You have a good career? Keep it.
He also taught us about corporate prayer, so any time we are up against a fight as a family, we hold hands and pray for each other. Corporate prayer is simple. It is united. It is bold and most of all, it is potent. We’ve come up against many “fights”, but as you guessed it, our corporate prayer coffers settled several arrears before the collectors came.
It’s the very same Baba that handed over a book called “In Black and White: The Untold Story of Joe Louis and Jesse Owens”.
He handed it to me six months before I left my family home to go to the United States to study an Accounting and Finance degree. I remember the corporate prayer that was rendered to the heavens and looking back, and now as an IT Audit professional, I wouldn’t have made it without them. I remember soaring the skies from London Heathrow Airport holding a suitcase, a scholarship and a book in hand. Coupled with my passion for sports and literature, I got to learn about what it was like to be black in the United States of America through the untold stories of Jesse Owens and Joe Louis. They lived extraordinary black lives. The biography recounts their political legacy, friendship and how they amassed four Gold medals and a Heavy weight boxing Champion accolade.
Through it all, the pair of black athletes were demeaned by racism and later to deplorable poverty. I never read the book a second time because it brought me close to tears just thinking about their final years. I however, urge you to purchase this good read it is a reminder of where Blacks have come from. It’s amazing that by the time I was in my senior year I was witnessing the 2007 election of Barack Obama. What a moment it was on that glorious evening before we left our dorms to celebrate in some South Carolina streets. Imagine that just 53 years before me entering the Bearcat College Campus, I was not allowed by law primarily because of my blackness.
November 8, 2008, I bet that Barack wouldn’t win the Presidential Election because of the memories I remembered in the book I just touched upon. Surely not today? Surely not this century? Oh! I was wrong and because I lost my bet, I cut my head bald. It was quite all right. It was a shiny dome in honor of the agreement I made with my college buddy and now radio personality Miranda. I’m not sure if she still remembers, but that’s okay.
Back to the book.
Apart from tracing their roots, in the Deep South and the Midwest, it’s extraordinary how Joe and Jesse overcame obstacles – particularly racism. They were quintessential men of courage I hope to be known as one day. They must have had millions of corporate prayers offered on their behalf because their stories have stood the test of time. If there’s anything you should get from this post is do yourself a favor and purchase a copy. I’ve even embedded a link here. I’m not really paid to give away all the good stuff I learned in it.
Today is February 1, 2018 so I thought it prudent to introduce Black History Month to my special readers and followers. It’s a very special month for me personally considering how far the moor has come in this country, transcended slavery and now achieving so much beyond measure. I refer to the moor after enjoying Shakespeare’s play; Othello, in Mrs. Munda’s English Literature class at the illustrious Dragon College. Baba worked hard to send me there 1999 – 2003. Shoutout to class of 2004.
Their athletic, artistic and intellectual prowess should be respected. I for one am honored to be part of the struggle, part of the larger tribe of African-American/ Blacks advancing technology, music, sports, politics, philanthropy, and literature among others. At my local pub, I go as far as to be regarded as Prince of Zamunda. Yes! The character from the 1988 movie Coming to America. Ask about me. They will tell you.
While the culture of black people is unceremoniously appropriated, it’s a reflection of how marvelous we are as a people. Everybody got that black friend right? Everybody had a bob Marley poster in college right? Everybody love them some Jays right? Everybody likes fried chicken? Don’t tell me you don’t like the Jackson 5, Marvin Gaye, the Roots, The People Under the Stairs, Martin, Family Matters, the Harlem Globetrotters, Do the Right Thing, ALI, Michael Blackson, Kevin Hart, Allen Iverson, Key and Peele.
Pick your own and this image might help:
This month I’m momentarily accepting the appropriation. Everybody’s invited! It’s Black History Month and we get to watch my current woman crush Wednesday goddess and Zimbabwean-American, Danai Gurira. She’s featuring in the movie “Black Panther” as the character, Okoye.
What a perfect way to celebrate being African in America. Let me tell you – No matter what the Rotten Tomato review says, I will unequivocally rant and rave about this movie. It’s been too long not to have a set filled with black stardom, and superheroes. Can you imagine being a little black ten year old watching Black Panther? I’m sure he will ooze with pride and his confidence boosted. The kid in me certainly will. I can’t wait and I think it’s the epitome of one of my favorite posts – New Age Africa.
So as you read this young black king or queen I want you to honor Black History month. My message is be prideful in your blackness because you owe it to those that paved the way before you. Reaffirm every day that you are a beautiful soul. You are rich. You are strong and you will overcome any obstacle that comes your way. Do this every day. I’m sure for Joe Louis and Jesse Owens to reach as far as they did, they knew nothing could stop them. Nothing.
What will your Black History be or as Toussaint Romain, Esq told me on #MLKDay2018 at the The Harvey B. Gantt Center for African-American Arts & Culture,
What will the credits of your movie say at the end?
As you were,
Ladies and gentlemen.
This post is dedicated to my late grandmother Clara. I never got to meet her, but I can assure you I’m living on the interest of her corporate prayers. Her drum is still beating today.
SonofGuruve © 2018