Dare to be Daniel

Daring to be Daniel is knowing who you are, where you’re from and helping others.

If you remember the book of Daniel in the Old Testament, there’s a story about the lion’s den where Misheck and Abednigo face the fire, right?

I couldn’t imagine what it was like for them, but only their spirituality and faith allowed them to survive.

The irony of this post is actually not completely about Daring, but about a Shona language term called Dare. –pronounced [da-re]

Dare is is actually a term used to describe a tribal court system where disagreements or misunderstandings are resolved. I’ve personally seen these in action in Guruve, Zimbabwe where my grandfather would preside over the tribal council.

If you read Sarikosi University this is where the judgements were pronounced and finalized before my parents, aunts and uncles were dismissed.

One thing for sure is that they were private matters and never made public to protect the tribal spirit. Fighting in public was not appreciated because it caused disunity among tribal friends and family.

Disagreements are common, but in Africa while we have a robust court system, many tribal discussions are settled in a dare. Everyone concerned mentions their grievances to the Chief and once everyone has had a chance to speak, the tribal folks beat the drums to signal peace.

If the rains come on the same day, I imagine that it is an evident signal from the ancestors that all sins are forgiven. I guess that’s why I understand Baptism. Water cleanses.

My grandfather used to talk to the ancestors everyday and he would walk on the muddy plains of Gota Farm asking for the rains.

As one of his cherished grandsons, I never understood why he would get up so early to walk around the farm, but it makes sense now that I’m older.

Edited at 558am.

Buy/Read Two Worlds Apart by Daniel Manyika.

Available on Amazon.

Relax with BlackLinen3.0

Situation: Based on a True Story.

Mood: Feeling Free and Gliding.

Inspiration: Relax from Blacklinen3.0 Project.

Writing Status: Post written in first person because it was personal.

Location: #QCBC, Charlotte, NC.

Sometimes, artists have nothing to prove to me.Several of the musical or artistic man dem and gal dem hit me up on Instagram or Facebook and honestly I’m not sure what to do . Unfortunately, I tend to ignore or delay because nothing needs to be forced. My spirit leads me to my next post unapologetically, so welcome to this particular one which I’m compelled to scribe on 4/20/2018. With artists, I typically advise a first and last meeting so I can look into the artist’s soul. The internet is rife and full to the brim of people’s lost souls, so it’s equally important to find a pure one to write about.Remember, I don’t like looking at cameras because my eyes are the gateway to my soul.Why should I reveal my soul and expose myself to strangers?Anyway, being from Zimbabwe, Africa, typically we are typically distrustful of foreign travelers or normads from distant tribes or homesteads. We would rather be distant from the lens or voice recorders that might pass untrue statements to our foes – spiritual and physical.In any case, many fold to the noise of society without realizing one should only respond only to signals. Blacklinen was not barking noise as many do but provided a shattering, poignant, reflective and reverberating signal – so I responded. I was in a car ride to see the man dem when an Instagram connection spiritually converted itself into the physical.After a quick phone call, a humble, dark-skinned, dreadhead brother popularly known as Blakcklinen emerged. On our way to the studio, a chill Charlotte rap song called Relax commenced play. Riding through the Queen City boulevards to pass by a local studio, it’s sad we have to drive past countless homeless people. We won’t go into the reasons for them being homeless and why they are in their situation. It just makes me sad. homelessness and mental health should be everyone’s problem. In our tribe, we don’t leave people on the side of the street. We offer a helping hand because anyone can get a pink slip. Anyone can be marginalized or separated from comfort.Anyway. Back to the song.I had no idea what the track was about, but I decided to listen as carefully, deliberately and as intently as I could. Here are some noble excerpts extracted after a dozen plays during my day at the lab today:

Just Relax, Just relax,

Just Relax, Just Relax, Just Relax!

It’s a good day in the neighborhood,

I’m here in the crib burning Sandalwood,

Feeling good like I knew I would….


Played this track and got right to it………

……..I’m trying to live like every day,

Because everyday is a special occasion……..


…….Don’t go too long,

Face the storm,

Be patient, you gotta hold on.

…………We off the roof, sitting in the canopy,

I wish you could see how brothers see.

I wish you could feel how a brother feel,

When the sun really ain’t really down on me……..

🔄 ft. Merck

…..Just relax, Keep your cool!

Why you think a n**** ride with the crew?

Coz You know I gotta play by the rules……..

….. Guaranteed we will not lose….

In conclusion, there’s a reason Charlotte isn’t called Atlanta, GA like people like to compare it to. Charlotte’s her own person. She’s a Queen. She’s chilled and she’s relaxed. As you conclude this short read, why don’t you just relax? I specifically don’t want to continue with a long absorbing post about my experience with this project because like I hinted, some artists’ work speaks for itself through its written and performed art.African brothers who put their mind and soul into their passion are rare, so I’m grateful and delighted to have a front row seat to the renaissance and emergence of Charlotte Hip Hop and more specifically, Blacklinen’s Artwork compiled in seven tracks.I’m confident you’ll take a moment to experience the compilation with me. What did I do after listening to Relax? I did the following and you should follow suit:——Per blacklinen.bandcamp.com:The Album continues Black Linen’s socially conscious themes in tracks such as the poignant “MAP,” which begins with an audio clip from the 1982 documentary All By Myself: The Eartha Kitt Story, in which the Catwoman speaks on whether conflicts can be solved without violence: “Naturally, as a woman and as a mother, I feel if you give love that you will receive love in return.” The clip morphs gently into Black Linen rhyming, in his trademark laid-back delivery, “She said that she don’t have time to waste / She got to go, she can’t be late / Her train waiting, she gots to make it / On the other side is a fat ride / And a big crib, with money to play with.”………..©️ SonofGuruvé2018

Kyrie vs. David

Arani’s was just saying whatup to the long bearded wise Samson when his spirit collided with that of his college comrade, Kyrie the other week.

Before inhaling a Newport cigarette bummed off the homeless man, Arani asked,

“Yo, what’s good bruh – You know who you look like fam?”

Kyrie responded,

“Well, people be saying I look like Kyrie”.

Arani responded,

“Nah man, you look like OJ Da Juice man…….actually no. That’s not it, you look like Gucci Mane eeyyy! “

The sharing and laughter ensued and introductions were smooth-sailing. Kyrie was so chill, calm, cool, collected and most importantly – sober.

You see, when the good vibe man dem and gal dem are in honest conversation it flows like the Uber that’s a swift five minutes away. There’s nothing that needs to be forced – because real recognizes real. Interactions and first impressions are increasingly important for young people searching for a voice these days or more so because the tribe realizes it stronger than ever. This is where the #TribeofGuruve steps in.

We exist to give those African princes and princesses the voice they don’t have – except our voice is mute and written. Please remember that Jane Good-Hall said everybody is from Africa so don’t exclude yourself if you’re not physically from Africa.

Africans come in all colors and sizes and most importantly they all bleed red.

Nonetheless, in parting exchanges, Kyrie said he was going to get dunked in some water in a couple of days.

All Arani had to say was,

“Ait. Bet, I’ll be there Gucci!”

Arani, had no idea how he would make it because the Uber cost $22 according to his cracked iPhone screen. Coupled with his writing spirit, a second hand iPad and a hope to get Wi-Fi, Arani headed over to the gathering where this alleged dunking ceremony was scheduled to occur at 1130am.

Arani hadn’t been there for a long time because of the Uber cost, and buses don’t go there on Sundays, but he went anyway. He knew this day would be pivotal to building the trust and relationship with Gucci Mane or Kyrie as he likes to be referred.

This post isn’t going to be long or absorbing, but rather to touch the surface of the subject called Kyrie.

Remember when Arani introduced Nobleman’s LB? Well, this time it wasn’t him speaking, but another KDlike brother from Oklahoma. Shoutout to the old big 3 of the Thunder. Arani still wanders what would have happened if KD stayed with the bearded gentlemen now at the Rockets, but then again, everybody has to find their own path in this journey we collectively call life, right?

So Arani hopped out the Uber wearing his workout gear including a white Paris St. Germain Matuidi jersey, black shorts and some colorful shoes with a tick. Not sure what they are called, but he also had his @AfrikansUnited blood red hat.

Arani deliberately decided to ignore the stares of some Pharisees dressed in their Sunday best. The truth is he wasn’t there for them except the dunking ceremony featuring our very own Kyrie also known as David and also known as _____________.

*I leave it blank so you can figure out his name when we reveal what he said at the end, so keep reading.

Towards the end of his testimonial, Kyrie’s shrieking voice heavy and weakening lowered into a spiritual, but evident whisper. His voice regained itself brevity, became heavy again, course and everyone could tell it was the first time he uttered the words that followed.

He spoke highly and proudly of his family, his new lease on life and made an announcement. He joyfully shared breaking news about the new contract he had just signed after his former career as a free agent.

Meanwhile, Arani couldn’t hold back his warm tears because he knew in that very moment, he had been Kyrie too – a couple of years before.  He remembered when the Nobleman helped him sign a deal – just not with the devil, but quite the opposite. Arani’s life has never been same ever since, but you would have to read Anikulapo’s Tales of the Diaspora to unravel what he was like before.

Without warning to Arani (because Arani wasn’t paying attention), the slim-tee wearing man supporting Kyrie through the ceremony suddenly dunked him under water.

Under water.

Under water.

Under freaking water y’all!

Kyrie says he emerged a new man.

His tears drenched and overcome by whatever liquid was poured in there.

As written above, it was just water before you start some ungodly rumor.

Nonetheless, pause and think about what water does for the human body. Well it is 2/3s of it, right?

Think about its value as a resource to humanity, then think about African deserts where it is scarce and children perishing of thirst. Think about what it represents for one’s soul to be cleansed and reawakened overnight. That’s what happened to Kyrie. In that moment, a caterpillar that was slithering into a slow death because of its refusal to drink water surrendered and it soared into the sky and became a butterfly – stinging like a bee.

-RIP Muhammad Ali

Apparently Kyrie had just won the biggest game of his career. Forget the high school groupies, the sexy college cheer leaders, the fading identity, and the fellow service members he served with. It’s more like he had survived the most formidable challenge of his short lived, hazardous and zigzagging experience.


But hail!

Order was restored because the right team won this time. Many don’t understand what it’s like to walk in others’ basketball shoes because they don’t have the time and tend to focus on their own game. How can you understand anyone if you don’t take a moment to ask how they are, and where they’ve been? What teams they’ve played on and how they practiced that jump shot. You can’t know everything of course, but in your quest to help others, walk in their shoes even if just for a couple of hours. It’s only then that you can be understanding of the circumstances. At a minimum try your best.

Just try.

Arani knew writing this story might give people an appreciation of Kyrie’s shoes because it is full of horror, dread, guilt, violence, loss, alcohol, depression and the most rewarding of all – redemption and a story we hope to learn about in it’s full glory. Regenerate SonofGuruvé is just a mixtape.

Kyrie dried himself became luminous and wearing his new armor and new sponsorship gear, he embraced his friends, family and lastly Arani. Arani was actually hired to be the cameraman – if he showed up. Actually that’s not true. Arani assumed the position of cameraman and hopefully one day, ghostwriter for the man who either sang Twenty Four Hours (s/o to @kasedrexler for reminding us about the song) or the man that won the NBA, Championship with that pulsating three-pointer that sank the Warriors that year. If you forgot, here you go:

Kyrie and his ride-or-die squad strolled towards the special VIP court-side seats set aside for them in the gathering. A freestyling brother began to deliver some real life-changing heat for the streets to be honest.

Here are six game plan points I jotted down:

  1. If anointed, it happens in private. When Coach gives you the next play, does he announce it to his opponents? No!
  2. If anointed, you are positioned. Is it Point Guard, Bigman, Shooting guard or do you want to be on the Bench?
  3. When anointed, you are an answer to a problem. Remember the GOAT – Allen Iverson. Remember the AND1s? The Question was the Answer.
  4. Your Opportunity will be wrapped in obedience. You ever purchased some sneakers that aren’t in a box or packaging? No. If you obey and follow the instructions they will be shipped in a wrapped box or package. Just Obey. #TrustYaProcess, so special shoutout to the Sixers in Philly. We coming soon Joel and you too Gwi!
  5. You will be elevated through obstacle. You think when Kyrie won that game for the Cavs, it was easy? Heck No! He faced an unimaginable obstacle but I’m sure he’s done that in practice a hundred times. All the hard work in the gym happens when no one’s watching. You wasn’t with me shooting in the gym – Lol – I know you see what I did there.
  6. Last one. Simple – You must be YOU. Don’t conform to others. If they turn on you, you’re in good company. Does that even need explaining? If so, go back to the beginning of the post and start again until you get it. Hint. It’s CAPITALIZED for a reason.

Anyway, one day, you’ll get to read Kyrie’s Playbook or as many will call it Trevor’s Manuscript.

Have a great weekend, and if you’re still a free agent, I’m sorry but we gotta talk. You can’t be out here not knowing what team you play on.

Here’s a parting quote from Kyrie:

I want people to know there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Having faith and staying in accord with God will have you overcoming demons and obstacles that man couldn’t even begin to start giving you. Stay loyal, stay true and don’t sweat the 🦋 after you diss the 🐛. That’s my go to phrase lol

©️ SonofGuruvé 2018


Initially, Arani thought his favorite columnist Kenny Mufuka was exposing him when he read this a couple of years ago:Four years later, with the clouds and smoke scattered like the sacred Mosi-oa-Tunya, Arani revisited the paragraph while listening to Mura Masa’s Lovesick ft. A$AP Rocky:https://open.spotify.com/track/3sTN90bIP2cJ1783ctHykO?si=QGzKg1cVTk-6P-Yvq9kw4AHe thought to himself,

When you are no longer appreciated, move on.

When you are no longer invited, find a new gathering.

When you are hurt, learn from it, heal, keep moving forward and don’t look back.

It’s plausible to reminisce, but why focus on an rear view mirror when one has a magnificent windshield displaying an ocean of optimism on the horizon that lies ahead?

When your circle no longer celebrates you, find a new circle.

Ironically, Arani found another quote when he was meandering the social media streets and boulevards just the other day.

His fellow tribeslady, student, BigIngduna Editor and low-key inspiration called Zoelle shared this on her Facebook page so he had to pause and reflect again:

It may be difficult to relate, but when you need to drink from a different fountain you should.Don’t hesitate.Don’t make assumptions, but when you dig deep and realize the root cause of any disequilibrium, follow the language of your spirit. The spirit never lies. If you listen, it will smack you loudly in the face – unexpectedly.Arani followed suit, stumbled around after a three-hour flight from New York to Atlanta and bumped into Geena aka #Yellow1000.It really doesn’t matter what the point of this post is, but he promised her he would do this.It also doesn’t matter what tribe you are from, but if you are in the #MhofuClan of the Shona Tribe you need to keep your promises.Sadly not all of us do.Geena poured into Arani when his fountain was rather dry and he’s grateful she was just honest with him.So Geena, what’s your favorite color?


What is your favorite song?

Firefly by Mura Masa or Clarity by Zedd

What are your Hobbies?

Puzzles, as boring as that sounds, Lol. Taking pictures, editing them.

Please share some “Fun Facts” about you.

I used to dream of becoming a singer when I was younger. I had promised my grandma until she passed that I would make her proud on stage one day. But then I changed my major to psychology.

What’s your Ethnicity?

Korean 🇰🇷

What’s something you want the world to know?

Everyone is different. Everyone deserves love. Everyone deserves happiness.

What causes you are interested in?

Anything animal related & children related (helping & adopting & healing)

What are your aspirations?

To live a happy life. I want to help others become happy, healthy & loved.

Lastly, what advice would you want to give young girls like you and others?

You are strong & powerful. You are beautiful & loved. You are pure greatness & worthy of everything in this world. The world may be an ugly place, but you bring beauty to your surroundings, & in turn, into this world. Continue to shine bright like the diamond you are.

Thank you @simplygeena.We wish you well in all of your endeavors.Be like Geena and bring some goodness into this bad world where some are marginalized, disenfranchised, broken and need mending.Have a #Yellow1000 day.©️ 2018 SonofGuruvé

Nobleman’s LB

Let’s just pretend it was a heated boardroom discussion. The Chief Warrior known as Arani was definitely uncomfortable and under fire.  He imagined it like the spring of 1985 when Steve Jobs got fired from the very same company he founded in his garage.

The only exception is that Arani didn’t get the Tottenham Alan Sugar message:

“You are Fired!”

It was rather distressing, but a necessary discussion.  Sometimes loved ones will make you feel uncomfortable and make you bellow out to the heavens.  They will have you searching for answers because of their constant credible challenges.  With family, he’d rather it be an uncomfortable exchange because he dislikes stagnant and unfruitful relationships.  He also dislikes religious coziness and unnecessary sedentary comfort.  Once, he joked to his prayerful aunt that he no longer goes to Church.

Tete said,

“Arani, mwana iweweka uchanetsa!”

In Shona (Zimbabwe native language) this statement means,

“Arani, you silly kid! You are going to be troublemaker!”

This time, he had taken one step too far.  He realized he overstepped his role as a potential alpha in the family.  The one detail he overlooked was the responsibility needed to wait his turn and know his role as his father’s son.  After a couple of meetings with the podcast mandem, he still felt the unease, so he decided to wake up bright and early and go to one of his Sunday watering holes.

During the band’s booming and spiritual music, he called Tete on a WhatsApp video call to reassure her he was joking.   He still goes to worship – just to different gatherings.  He goes where his spirit is led.  The voice of the spirit speaks louder than any announcement from any pulpit.  There he was ready to listen and perhaps ask for forgiveness from the Father and the ancestors he likely upset when he failed to heed his father’s call.

The Nobleman‘s LB (little brother) stood there before us – a muscular, well dressed, bronze, short and vibrant man – just like the orator MLK.  He spoke live and direct from the four chambers of his heart.  He lost Arani when he started freestyling on stage.  He made him feel distinctly uncomfortable.  The speaker continued and mentioned when his father was unwell, he failed to be there emotionally, but fortunately he was able to be there financially.

Bewildered, Arani thought to himself,

“Why is it that every time this Monks Corner orator speaks he is always speaking to him directly?”

The last time he watched the orator live was February 5, 2017.  He invited the Nobleman to speak to his masses.  The orator’s big brother is Nobleman ofcourse and who Arani wrote about a couple of years ago.  The Nobleman inspired Arani to confront his biggest challenge in his life.  His people later wrote to Arani and gave him a spark and some magic that he hopes will never run out.

Arani was very disappointed when the Nobleman received his Steve Jobs punch to the guts.  Imagine starting a nonprofit in your living room, then for some prominent, debatable, public and edgy reasons you are let go – at the moment you are most vulnerable and leading the largest organization of your type in your home State.

**Please note this is an opinion of how Arani felt and his sole, unsoiled and unbiased opinion.  Arani doesn’t want to start a denominational beef.  Arani left too and followed the Nobleman.  He’s just glad he’s broadcasting online again, and hopefully comes back even stronger as we all should.


When Steve Jobs came back he he inspired us with juice, sauce, and power through Apple. He persisted and came back with incredible tenacity and certainly drove his company to new heights.  Arani bets all his bitcoins that you’re reading this from an iPhone or iPad.

……….Back to February 5, 2017. 

The Nobleman and his LB (little brother) stood there and they embraced.  Arani was just glad to see the two of them supporting each other.  He remembered a very similar experience because his little big brother also embraced him when he needed him the most.

When Arani’s brother flew 4,000 miles to be there for his brother. That’s the last time they embraced. Photo by Jalen’s mummy. We love her.

Arani is hopeful as you read this, you have a loyal sibling that can be there for you when you need them the most.  Life isn’t always fuzzy and pretty.  He routinely refers to his first mentor who once uttered the following in Yorkshire,

“Arani, they never said it would be easy!”.

Special saucy shoutout to Frazier Neasham.  You know who you are.  You’re an early inspiration for Arani.  He hopes you are still building nice, sustainable homes with Mr. Jim Reedy.  You were Manager then, but Arani bets you are now a Director.


So the Nobleman’s little brother continued and below is a small summary of the things Arani jotted down at the fountain:

  • Understand your function. Don’t be the treadmill you hang clothes to dry on in the winter.  That’s dysfunction.
  • Coming into one’s calling is getting out of comfort zones and everything that you are familiar with.
  • The reason the man came was not for us to be comfortable – but to confront us.
  • The more people are uncomfortable are with your message, the more truth you are conveying.
  • Capernaum means the Village of  Comfort.

When he defined the meaning of Capernaum, Arani’s conscience was brutally bruised and defeated to tears because he realized in that moment – he was in the right place.  He kind of needed a spiritual smack in the face.  He realized his Wakanda Spirit was right on the money.  Apparently twenty two miracles were recorded in this little city called Capernaum – the village of “comfort”.

Arani lost some focus during the speech and comically remembered his 22nd birthday when he took his parents out for some Indian curry.  He later went out but never returned home as promised.  His parents went to the hospital, the police and the morgue and came back empty handed. Arani casually walked in the next morning like nothing happened but is sorry for making them uncomfortable that day.  When he came back like the Prodigal Son they should have smacked him in the face. 

On the other hand, blame his best man dem – Roland V.  Shoutout to all the mandem from Fulford, York too. Arani wishes we could to the Gallery on Sunday and go downstairs like old days.

The next time you hear a rumor about yourself, don’t ask what they said.  Ask the person telling you,

“What made the person speaking these uncouth things comfortable sharing this detail with you?”

Nobleman’s LB

It’s only when you’re uncomfortable that you begin to learn who you really are, he guessed.  Try something new.  Pick up an instrument. Apply for that job.  Sell your couches.  Stop watching television.  Adopt a cat.

For three years, Arani did this and his spirit began to hear voices of reason and of truth.  He began to feel alive again and it readied him for a spiritual yet human experience he never knew existed. We are far too insulated particularly by our luxurious cars, our fluffy couches and our comfortable beds.  At Bearcat College we collaborated with Mike and the ATOs and slept outside in the blistering winter to raise awareness for the homeless.  The uncomfortable cold was too much for Arani so he told JR he was retreating to his little second-hand bed where he was renting a house from Zimbabwe’s most prolific historian and writer.  Shoutout to Dr. Kenny M.

As this post ends, make an effort to be uncomfortable within reason and with some logic.  Arani is not saying quit your job.  Arani truly believes when you stop, lean, and listen you will hear something new about yourself.  Arani still rides the bus everyday and Ubers sparingly. Hopefully, one day he can receive an award called the UWC – The Uber of Written Creativity.  At least he’s trying one post at a time and it’s all for his mummy.

Try having a conversation with a homeless stranger.  You’ll be surprised how much you have in common.  He did this on his 30th birthday in Atlanta, GA and the wheel-chair bound homeless gentleman handed him his best gift ever – everything he had – $2.50.

Go volunteer at a children’s shelter.

Give away something for free and we don’t mean money.

Time. Love. Books. Food. Honesty. Ears. Start with those.

As this post ends, Arani’s mother and father also named him Munyaradzi not only to please the Shona gods, but mainly to maintain his African identity. You’ll be surprised to learn that Munyaradzi means comforter in the Shona language. Arani insists he’s not here to make you feel comfortable.  If you’re wondering, the Board approves this message.  They almost suckered punched him into a Steve Jobs fracas.

The message is stop being comfortable and read the Nobleman’s books. After, listen to his LB from Monks Corner, South Carolina.

We at the #TribeofGuruvé are watching the Nobleman and his LB very closely.  We want to thank them for inspiring this Wakanda African magic.  When Arani, finished writing this post, he was in tears because he realized how far he’d come with the help of real friends and family who helped him when he needed them the most.

Have a Noble day.

The Nobleman. February 5, 2017

**Arani is aware this post is going in several directions.  It took a long time to write.  It’s just the mixtape of a deeper story.  Whatever you get out of it, the main philosophy is help others – especially your brother or sister.

© 2018 SonofGuruvé 2018

Bayern Ryan

A friend asked me the other day,

“Why do you put your business out there on your blogging website? “.

I thought to myself, fair question. Let’s just say it’s because the truth of my business is what set me free. I guess I was tired of being misadvised to lie all the time by old friends in my adolescence, teenage years and later in university by different peers and I’ll distinctly put it as pessimistically in my adulthood. I always have a side eye when being advised to lie. Nowadays, I prefer the truth to be written down as opposed to being recorded via audio or video. Trust me it will save you plenty pennies. I no longer talk extensively on camera except in comfortable and calculated environments with the #TribeofGuruve gal dem or man dem.

Why wait till someone misinterprets your words that you can’t reverse and suddenly you’re playing defense from an uncomfortable position? Hopefully my defense is as strong as Jérôme Boateng who’s my favorite Bayern Munich football player.

I’m sure you guessed it’s because of his #GhanaWakanda roots, but it’s all good because he plays for Germany and they are the best, at least technically. There’s no need to lose sleep over immigration and naturalization of Black Africans. Let’s just say #WakandaAfricans are global tribesmen and so is Jérôme.

My Baba, @DanManyika taught me this responsibility many years ago, so special shoutout to him and his Twitter account which is less than two years old. Check him out.

The irony of this post is the intersection of my little-big brother’s name, a team that I respect, but lowkey dislike because they win all the time and a place where I met this one-eyed lad – literally.

For the purposes of this post, he shall be Bayern Ryan. I don’t think people realize the impact of one’s first impression. It leaves a lasting and indelible mark on your ineradicable memory and has no rehearsal no matter how many times you try in front of the mirror. When I met Ryan at Hoolie’s, he was a South Carolinian twang-speaking sailor. I won’t repeat his fancy words because I’m realizing I have readers less than 18-years old now and I don’t want to be remembered as a sailing writer.

Bayern Ryan is clearly passionate about his favorite team – Bayern Munich to the point that his Cancer-ravaged eyeball was replaced with a Bayern-eye-ball. If you meet him you’ll look for a moment when he’s not aware of his periphery to stare into his gruesome socket, but thankfully it’s covered by an artistic eye.

(Leave me a comment and tell me who the designer was so I can give them credit)

I’m not here to steal shine, but to bring it.

What you won’t realize in your first interaction with him is his Social Media savvy skills and how he gets into high rooms in high places in the football fraternity. I’m here to admit that part of why we pursue Social Media profusely for the #TribeofGuruve. It’s because there are millions of Ryans who need to be reached and plenty of influencers that can change their lives not necessarily with money, but with juice, sauce and a power to meet whatever goals they want to accomplish in life.

Pause and take a deep breath.

This is where this post gets juicy.

On New Year’s Day 2018, one-eyed Ryan almost lost his life to a bone-crushing head-on collision. A driver decided to get a felony-DUI by driving on the opposite side of the road. You may not believe me, so here you go:

Knocked out into blackness, skin blue and unconscious with his one-eyed life before him, this Bayern sailor was slipping into death. Only God knows how some Samaritan-passers-by and meticulous emergency professionals secured his body – before it became a host of once a Bayern Spirit.

This was inevitably going to be a fateful day exactly two months ago and so I’m here for you to reflect.

Here’s a list of injuries Ryan shared with me over text message:

  1. Ruptured spleen,
  2. shattered R femur,
  3. sliced R MCL and Meniscus,
  4. crushed R ankle,
  5. foot and heel,
  6. L tibia plateau fracture,
  7. Pulmonary Embolism.


  1. I have a titanium rod and 6 screws in my femur,
  2. MCL and Meniscus knee surgery,
  3. 3 lag bolts and 4 screws in my foot,
  4. 4. 2 plates and 8 screws in left knee,
  5. A IVC filter to prevent another Pulmonary Embolism,
  6. In total bills to this point estimated $425k.

Look in his one eye and I’m sure you can’t believe he is still alive. Here we are catching up a couple of weeks ago – before I was compelled to write this post.

I’ve grown to be fond of Ryan because he wakes up with a smile on his face everyday no matter the circumstances. I’m actually going to stop writing right now because this body of work speaks for itself.

If Bayern Ryan can survive Cancer, a near-death auto-accident that was not his fault, what’s stopping you from overcoming your fears or struggles? I used to complain and make excuses about everything. I used to cry about everything – then I met Bayern Ryan. Go figure where my mindset is now. I’m only hopeful Jehovah keeps it that way.

Before I go, I have some funnies. I told Bayern Ryan I can’t wait to slide-tackle him one day. In true Bayern Ryan fashion he responded,

“My legs are all metal now lol. Feel free to tackle my bionic a***. Lol.”

If you’d like to contribute to Bayern Ryan’s #JUSTGIVING page, click the embedded link before the word “page”. Lol.

Have a Bayern Ryan day.

©️ SonofGuruve 2018

Unbreakable Hilarious Ruth

I met a hilarious  princess called Ruth who princes would definitely attempt to court and raise to their throne. How did I meet her?
My IPhone predictably cracked so I made my way on my Black Horse, Not Guilty, to the local cell phone repair shop.  A couple of coincidences ensued on that humid afternoon.  A conversation sparked with local customers about the beautiful weather in the Sparkle City including the recent court case between Apple Inc. and the FBI. I chimed in to provide my opinions to the audience as I had prior knowledge from my online Cybersecurity and Auditing classes.
The lady sitting nonchalantly in the back turned out to be my good friend, Mr. Temple’s mother.  Mr Temple and I met in Sparkle City one Wednesday student night and began a friendship bonded by our interests and beliefs in art, music, British television and alchemy.

What is an alchemist? Well, as you should know by now, I refer to my Oxford dictionary a couple times a day and this is what it read:

1A seemingly magical process of transformation, creation, or combination:

finding the person who’s right for you requires a very subtle alchemy.

Alchemy has led me to believe we all carry a distinct, mysterious energy and each of us collide when interactions occur.  It’s like meeting a person for the first time yet you click like you’ve known each other for decades.  It’s these type of human instincts which irrigate alchemy.  There’s a spirit we all carry and the deeper your spirit of discernment you are more likely to meet with people with similar interests, backgrounds, and carrying the same energy.  Many infant readers may think I’m referring to witchcraft or sorcery, but not at all. Energy creates combustion and the collision leads to interactions an infant mind would describe as coincidence.

Mr.Temple’s mother expressed herself to be an alchemist too and we had a great discussion about life, her move from up North, and her proud understanding of Marketing principles.  We later took a picture and chuckled how her son would be astounded at our “coincidence”.  Mr. Temple wouldn’t be surprised because he taught me this concept of alchemy.  Another lady walked in and this is where the inevitable  combustion with princess Ruth occurred.

I would describe the lady who walked in as a polite artist. She shared her interest in silver art and her infatuation with the artist known as Nneka.  She introduced me to Nneka because I provided information of my African lineage, my heritage from Zimbabwe and interestingly my affection for the prince of Zamunda.  If you haven’t watched the movie  Coming to America, I’d like to believe I’m the character that Eddie Murphy plays.  At Bearcat University I disliked his portrayal of Africa but I soon came to learn it was my ignorance.  If you watch the movie carefully and undistirbed, you’ll learn Eddie Murphy is wealthy and culturally aware, proud and ironically searching for love and for oneself in America.  We all chuckle at his accent, but can’t debate about his wealth.  Like Murphy,  I am a prince and I recently came to love the Barbershop folk who call me Prince of Zamunda.  I accepted honor and figured it’s an opportunity to teach dozens of American citizens I encounter about what Africa is really like.

Nonetheless, the polite artist continued to chat to the technicians behind the wooden desk.  She insisted on showing a video of someone she knew who was run over at a New York Subway Station.  At this point I wasn’t paying much attention, but when she said the victim survived the injuries, I zoomed in. She showed us a video.

It turns out the victim Ruth was her daughter, who walked in just before the video screening.

Flesh was grounded, blood spilled, astronomical medical bills incurred and clearly a near death experience from what I gathered.   Several months of physical therapy and surgeries later, she was standing right in from of me.  My curious mind relatively gets me in trouble, but this was a risk worth taking.  I asked if it was really her and quizzed her how in the world that after a horrific accident she still had both legs. Surely something fishy was going on, right?  It turned out skin was removed from fleshy body parts and essentially planted on her leg to grow. It’s called grafting and gradually her skin began to grow.  Doctors are golden.

She lifted her leg for me to witness the gory, yet beautiful sight.  I wasn’t disgusted but  amazed at how anyone can survive such an accident.  It was awe inspiring moment. It was remarkable that she was living her life like the rest of us except she appreciated the gift of life a whole lot more  and just getting to muster her way through her gifted days.

It turns out that before the accident, she was on her way to a remarkable career in New York City, but now just glad to live in Spartanburg, SC and grow not only her leg, but her spirit of survival.  I was so apprecitative of her courage and willingness to share her horrific yet inspiring story.  We shared the same appreciation for comedy, rap and the controversial Kanye West.  The day we met I was coincidentally wearing my soccer shirt blazed with the Fly Emirates logo.  I didn’t understand why until she said her friend M.I.A would love to see a picture so we took a selfie.  Wait, did I just say M.I.A.?  Yes I did.  M.I.A is the world renown  Srilankan alternative artist facing a legal battle against the Fly Emirates Giant.

I could keep going on but, there’s not enough time to keep writing today.  Ruth is now a good friend and I can’t wait to see her get back to her destiny of being a hilarious comedian.

You see in life, we are going to get scars, injuries, pain but you have to RISE like the Phoenix.  You have to use your faith and self-belief because no one else will save you.  I’m sure it has never been an easy journey for Ruth but hey, she clearly makes the most of her days.
What I’ve learnt about adversity is that some go through it privately while some are forced to endure it publicly.  I have endured it in both circumstances and what I’ve noticed is those that keep it private are usually trying to keep appearances.  True healing doesn’t happen that way because matters of the heart require time and sharing the load with those that are trusted companions.  You can’t do life alone and you can’t fully recover if the scar hasn’t healed.  I speak from experience and inspiration rendered by Ruth’s remarkable story.

So why did I call her Ruth?  If you look in the Old Testament there’s a lady called Ruth who experienced traumatic experiences including a famine and loss of her husband.  She decides to enter a foreign land and more drama ensues.  I read the short book before publishing this piece and here’s my favorite excerpt:

8 Then Boaz said to Ruth, “Now, listen, my daughter, do not go to glean in another field or leave this one, but keep close to my young women. 9 Let your eyes be on the field that they are reaping, and go after them. Have I not charged the young men not to touch you? And when you are thirsty, go to the vessels and drink what the young men have drawn.” 10 Then zshe fell on her face, bowing to the ground, and said to him, “Why have I found favor in your eyes, that you should atake notice of me, since I am a foreigner?” 11 But Boaz answered her, b“All that you have done for your mother-in-law since the death of your husband has been fully told to me, and how you left your father and mother and your native land and came to a people that you did not know before. 12 cThe Lord repay you for what you have done, and a full reward be given you by the Lord, the God of Israel, under whose wings you have come to take refuge!” 13 Then she said, d“I have found favor in your eyes, my lord, for you have comforted me and spoken kindly to your servant, though I am not one of your servants.”

If Ruth can survive a train and scars created, why can’t you get up on your own to feet and keep going?  I’d like to believe God finds favor in those that keep their faith, and smile through publicisized adversity.

Check out some internationally recognized posts and efforts about my friend, Liza “Ruth” Dye.

If you have any letters, donations or gifts to pass on to Liza, let me know at adza@sonofguruve.com and I’ll personally see that they are passed onto her with proof and verification.  Her story still lives.


© SonofGuruve 2016

Allan Manyika