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.

Life.

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

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.

Result:

  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

Noble Man


The Oxford English dictionary describes the gallows as a frame typically wooden, used for execution by hanging, or as a means of torture before execution.  Michael thought about this act and realized that many souls, innocent or guilty, have been tortured by the gallows.  He thought he experienced the dark walk to the gallows once upon a time.  It’s just that the executioner wasn’t able to complete the deed required to end his life.

You might wonder what his gallows was.

It was depression.

You may wonder what depression is.

He looked it up in the Oxford dictionary again and it read, “feelings of despondency and dejection”.

Feelings of despondency and dejection.

Have you ever felt despondent or dejected? Well, if you said yes, you have been or are facing anxiety which can graduate to depression.

Once upon a time, Michael felt that way.  He had no idea how it all started. Was it the rumours at work? Was it the fact that one of his best friends died of blunt force trauma when a train derailed him on the South Carolina railway tracks? Was it the 4,251 miles away from his family as an economic exile. Was it his unmonitored and lonely behaviors? Was it his useless, unfulfilling and baseless thoughts about what his incredibly successful, “honest” and hardworking friends thought about him.

To this day, he really doesn’t know. All he remembers was that fangs of traumatic experiences triggered emotions and feelings that lead to despondency and dejection.  They crept up on him like a silent, dark and cunning  serpent. Damn.

Looking back, that’s how he could describe it. One moment,  he was the life of the party, the energetic and cheerful one until suddenly, he was the solemn one.

He was spending twelve hours a day on his couch eating nothing but the other day’s left overs.   He didn’t feed the cat, Mittens and neither did he iron his clothes nor did he do the dishes.

He realized he got very comfortable and accepting  of depression and unaware of the erosion and disease of his soul. He forgot who he was or once was and sank into a deep into a dark gloom and shivering panic.

He couldn’t even hang out with his illustrious friends, answer their friendly phone calls or remember the Lord’s Prayer because he was simply unwell and unable to decipher what to think or do next. This episode lasted for some time without Michal coming to the realization that his brain was unwell and unbalanced.

That’s what depression is. The next time you judge that weak, discouraged, depressed guy or gal, think of what you just read. You don’t know what trauma that person has experienced. They are not “crazy”. They are being tortured by the gallows I described above. It’s the valley of the shadow of death like Coolio said in the 90s.  They are neither innocent nor guilty, and unfortunately, the gallows don’t factor character, your past glories or your bright future ahead.

The gallows steal and torture like a satanic demon with no care of your faithful contribution to society.  We read too many stories of this happenstance all too much today.

Don’t we?

Michael used to judge many of his friends or aquantances who passed away due to mental health only to realize it actually wasn’t their fault, but the due to a chemical imbalance.

Why is it that we judge those who end their lives because of a mental ailment of the mind or brain, yet we feel sorry for the chainsmoker who died of lung cancer?  They experienced the same thing.  They passed away. One slow, and the other, commonly instant.

Anyway, Michael wants to tell. you about the day his life changed, the day the pressure of his depression was released and alleviated to a glorious place and safe zone.

One Sunday, his pastor, Noble Man was preaching the fourth installment of the “Overwhemled” series and it was one of the most intriguing services he had ever attended.

Nobleman too, had been a depressant riddled with panic attacks and nervousness that could drown the Titanic without the iceberg.  He spoke about how one day he was waiting for an 18-wheller to just take him out. Michael felt the same way.  He would cry on his way to work  – for no freaking reason, fear meetings with his friends or superiors and emails from his mother because he felt like a despondent failure.

The man on the stage was a Noble man and perhaps the reason Michael was inspired to not only pursue his dreams, but to battle on.

This is over simplifying the dynamics, but in Zimbabwe – generally there’s no such thing as depression. It’s called being weak or being bewitched by witchcraft.  Many have ended their lives and we pray to the gods for answers, but don’t actually wonder if maybe, if maybe friends that have passed away were needlessly depressed and all they needed was some help.  In Zimbabwe, we call it “kuroyiwa” or having a spell cast upon you.  A spell was cast on our friends, right? Well, No! In the spiritual sense, perhaps but we should never believe and just rely on that! Michael truly believes evil exists amongst us, but so do good spirits, grace and mercy.

He thought to himself,

It’s just about what you allow into the gateway of your soul – so protect it.

This Noble Man stood in front of about 50,000 thousand people and depicted what depression and anxiety was for him and ironically, also for Michael as well. He articulated the fear of not wanting to go on stage to address his loving congregation because of panic attacks. Michael continued talking to himself,

“Man I feel the same way, except my congregation was my reflection in the mirror.  I haven’t been able to love my self in a while and I haven’t supported my beloved Steelers in our best season in decades. The Noble Man just spoke of how suicide manifests itself.

Worry. Anxiety. Depresseion. Suicide.

Wow.”

That’s the common cycle of people that end up taking their lives. He then spoke about the people around him that saved his life including the doctors, the comrades, his now ex-wife and his precious family.  He spoke about how we can’t pray for depresssion to go away.  Generally you can’t  pray sickness away. How about praying for you to be led to those that can bring healing and comfort?

The Noble man recounted how his doctor carried him away from the drowning waters of despair by providing a prescription to alleviate him from the  excruciating weeds.

The doctor said, “If I gave you medicine for blood pressure, would you take it?”

He said, “Yes”.

He asked, if I offered you medicine for a stomach ulcer, would you accept the presciption?

Again, He said, “Yes”.

So the doctor continued, “If I offered you medicine because your brain wasn’t feeling well, why wouldn’t  you take it?

Michael realized he needed to face the biggest battle of his life.

Peace ✌🏿 .

Michael’s hope & prayer is that if you’re facing the gallows, find a saviour, find a counselor, a therapist, a doctor or a trusted confidant.  As the reader, if you know someone with depression or anxiety symptoms, you should offer a helping hand. You might save someone who might change the WORLD, not today, but certainly tomorrow.  Help your comrades, be attentive to abnormal behavious and simply be present, without being overbearing.  Michael is here to write this because of the Noble Man, Christ and the Samaritan brothers and sisters who gracefully offered and faithfully extended a helping hand.

Get the NOBLE  MAN’S book here:

Dedicated to our “Red Devil” Ndudzo.

#GGMU #YNWA

© SonofGuruve 2016