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“NEW JORDANS”

BY

CEDRIC DALE HOARDS

 

I ran across this spoken word and felt compelled to share. It was written as a conversation starter for our society, particularly our youth. The video discusses the importance of material items and how we inaccurately use it to define our worth. It concludes by redefining the scale on which we measure our individual worth and challenges the notions that materialism equates wealth and worth.

One of my favorite lines:

“…I just want to tell them that if you’re walking in the wrong direction, it doesn’t matter what is on your feet. And if you’re not hearing sound truth, no I don’t care about your beats. And if your words aren’t edifying, no I don’t want to see your tweet. Because your desperation to take a seat with the elite will eventually become your defeat. “

Do you wear Jordans? Are you a fan? Watch this!

Secrets of Love 01

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Let me begin this by stating that I am not one of those people who believe in love at first sight or first date or first kiss or anything like that. However, I do believe that sometimes we meet people that we are interested in learning more about and certain circumstances impede that process. For example, my friend interested in someone and she think he is a really cool person. However, along with me, she leaves in a few days.

As she discussed how she was smitten with him and keen to get to know him better and go on a few more dates, it inspired a poem. I do know of people who have traveled abroad and met the love of their life and did not return home and have lived “happily ever after.” Or they fought their feelings and returned home and shortly afterwards, returned back to the country they visited to be with their love. In fact,  I met one girl who is actually getting married in a few days before returning home to get the rest of her stuff and move back to be with her husband.

Crazy? Maybe

Spontaneous? Definitely

Exciting? Yes

Is she is love? I don’t know.

But, I have come to the conclusion that even if her marriage does not work out or if others who have done the same do not stay with that person forever, I think it is brave to be led by your heart.

After all, the heart wants what it wants.

If we all want to be loved and we find that love thousands of miles away from our homeland and at that moment, we decide to put caution to the wind and move forward and follow love.

Then so be it.

You only live once.

Love.

Love hard.

Love often.

Love without regret.

But if it does not work out, then take the experience for what it was.

And move on.

And love again.

With the same fervor.

It takes boldness to do that and a person has to be brave to do that. I’m not. I’m too much of a skeptic. But for those who don’t mind truly living with the notion of “carpe diem,” by all means, do you. Porque que sera, sera. (What will be, will be)

Below is the poem written as I question the love at first sight notion.

I fell in love

Many times

In the same night

With the same person

Over and Over Again

His gaze

His conversation

His rhythm

I fell in love

Wondering

What if?

What would it be like?

What would happen?

If…

I fell in love

With him

Over and Over again

Many times

In my lifetime

If

This moment

Was the only moment

This moment

Was the definitive moment

Of my life

If

I fell in love

Here is a song talking about the idea of falling in love at the first sight by Mary J. Blige.

Kylie Minogue also has a song titled “Love At First Sight

My Love life

Is

Nonexistent.

I had a dude

Tell me that he was falling for me.

I told him I wouldn’t have sex with him b4 marriage.

The communication between us has changed.

He drifted away.

And I’m fine with that.

He’s not the first

Nor will he be the last

That can’t meet my standards or requirements.

He said,

“I want a good girl.”

“You’re a good girl.”

“But, I also want someone who can satisfy me sexually.”

“Soon.”

Pause

Silence

My response,

“I can’t fulfill those requirements, so I don’t see

A reason

To pursue

This

Any longer.”

We’ve reached a dead end

My friend

Nice Knowing you.

Deuces.

I smile on the inside

Because it’s

On To the Next One..

I’m not mad

Or Bitter

I hope we both find

What we are looking for….

My friend tweeted me the perfect song for my situation: Stephanie Mills “You’re Puttin A Rush on Me”

While in Manchester, I have met black people from Nigeria, Rwanda, Sierra Leone, Jamaica, among many other places. I’m always amazed at how different we all are, but how our stories regarding discrimination, racism, etc. are similar in regards to certain aspects. While in the Student Union, I saw a poster from the NUS Black Students Campaign. Although this poster was on the door along with many other posters, it drew my attention with the world “N****S” in the first sentence, so I had to read it because I figured it had to be some type of racist poster. Surprisingly, it wasn’t.  To me, it expresses a conglomeration of how black people are viewed not only from non-blacks, but also from within the black community itself. Many of these viewpoints expressed, I believe, lead to blacks struggles with living in any society, domestically or abroad.

Read below:

“Because…all Black people are n****s and if we’re not we’re p***s or half-castes or mongrels excluded from school as children and under-marked in college as students then unemployed as graduates although everyone knows that if we do have a job it’s to fill quotas and if we don’t we’re state scroungers and because we’re the first to be sacked and the last to be promoted and because we’re underrepresented in parliament and over-represented in prisons and psychiatric wards and if we complain we’re militants, playing the race card and if we don’t it’s our slave mentality and when we demand equality we really mean special treatment and if we wear traditional clothes or have beards we’re backward or if we wear a headscarf we’re oppressed and if we wear hoodies we’re a threat and if we don’t we’re trying to be white and if we inter-racially marry we’re muddying the genes and if we don’t it’s because we’ve been forced by our families and if our friends are black we’re still self-segregating and if they’re not we’re self hating and if we’re housed near other minorities it’s a ghetto or little India and if we’re not we’re spoiling the character or taking over, and if we’re attacked it must be an ethnic problem or community tension caused by us for just being there and if we’re not, we must be doing the attacking because we’re over policed as citizens but under-policed as victims and because we’re all muggers, drug dealers, addicts or terrorists anyway and because we should all go back to where we came from even if we’ve never been there and take our multiculturalism with us but leave our food and music and…for lots of other reasons…we are a part of the NUS black students campaign.”

According to Kanja Sesay, MMU’s Black Students officer, the organization “represent[s] the largest constituency of Black students in Europe and students of African, Asian, Arab and Caribbean descent, at a local and national level on all issues affecting Black students. Everyone’s support is welcome.”

 I thought this was an interesting cause and was delighted that the school had an organization like this. Of course, racism exists and the degree varies based on where one lives, but I like how this organization did not only focus on the black person’s plight. I have never seen a Black student organization like this that focuses on so many disparities in the community, university and worldwide. In fact, “An NUS report has shown that Black students face a range of barriers in further and higher education, which are affecting satisfaction and attainment.” The organizations goal is to address these concerns.

What is your reaction to this passage?

To learn more about the report, read here http://www.nus.org.uk/en/Campaigns/BlackStudents/Race-for-Equality/

Visit this website for more information about the organization in general: http://www.nus.org.uk/Campaigns/BlackStudents/

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Lately, I’ve noticed that many of my classmates, friends, etc. are either engaged or getting married. While I am happy for their union, every once in a while, I wonder (like many women) when is my Mr. Right going to come along? When will I be the bride in lieu of the bridesmaid?

I’m told the more successful a woman becomes, the more difficult it may be to find a suitable partner. By “suitable,” I assume that means someone who is on your level (whatever that means). But, I disagree. Too often mature and successful women hide behind the guise of “There are no good men, All men are dogs, All the good men are taken, etc.” In many cases, those excuses may not be valid. Maybe you are a woman with a jacked-up attitude or unrealistic expectations or insecurites that have build a wall up so high, nobody could climb it.

However, I do believe that there are a plethora of factors that could be considered when discussing relationships and why so many successful women are single.

I don’t know about you, but I get tired of being asked that same question, “Why are you single?” First of all, that is an unfair question. For many of us, if we knew why were single, then maybe we would not be single any longer. lol Second of all, many ask the question as if there is some negative stigma associated with being single. It is not a disease or an inconvenience. In fact, at this time, it is my preference.

My name is Morgan and I am single. Why? It is not because I do not like men. It is not because I am too busy to be in a relationship? It is a conscientious decision to focus on my aspirations and goals before getting caught up in any relationship prematurely. And more importantly, it’s because I want to strengthen another relationship first: The one between me and Christ.

As my walk with Christ continues to strengthen, I realize just how important it is to learn to love God before loving any other man. God will show me the true definition of love spoken about in First Corinthians Chapter 13. Then and only then, will I be prepared to love. That is not saying that I am not open to dating or meeting new people, it’s only stating that any relationship I have with a male is secondary to my relationship with God. And if any carnal relationship jeopardizes my spiritual relationship, then changes have to occur to realign me to the will of God.

I am an avid lover of poetry and last year, I stumbled across this website that perfectly explained my answer to the question, “Why are you single?” Please take the time to watch the video below. What is your answer to that very same question? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

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Alarm clock

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Buzzz, Buzzz, Buzzz

My alarm clock goes off and I press the snooze button. 15 minutes later, I arise out of bed to begin my day.

No time for breakfast, I rush out of my dormitory to the bus stop.

Dang, I just missed the 9:30am bus.

Which means I have to take the 9:37am bus.

Wait, Wait, Wait

Taps foot to an aggravated rhythm.

Looks at clock.

I’m definitely going to be late.

I text my classmate asking her to offer my apologies to Mel, my instructor.

I hop on the bus.

There are atleast 20 stops between me and my destination.

Calculation, Translation:

I’m going to be later.

Run off the bus

Bypassing mums and dads, businessmen and women, students like myself

To try to make it before 10:10am.

Where is the room?

In the library

Upstairs to the left

Through the elevators

Up the ramp

Down the hallway

Wait!

Where’s you i.d?

You need it to get in the library.

Digs in bag.

Heart racing

Deep breathing.

Where is it? Where is it?

Eureka!

I found it!

Shows the i.d.

Rushes down the hallway

To my class.

Mel’s talking.

I walk in. Sit down.

And class begins for me.

10 minutes late. 

Yesterday was my first day of classes.

Today

I have been in a sour mood.

The people here are nice and friendly.

But sometimes, I just want my own space.

I want

Some “me” time

Some family time

To be in my room

And

Have no one knock on my door

No one call my phone

To inquire about my whereabouts

How I am

What I’m doing

The people here are nice

Very nice

And they give me loads of advice and help

But

I just want to be alone

So

I’m distancing myself from my flatmates

Through no fault of their own

I hope they understand

I’m just homesick

I’ll be ready to talk

Tomorrow

 

4 Days To Go

As butterflies attempt to make their way up my esophagus

I suppress their flutters

As tension begins to build in the form of condensation within my eyes 

I refuse to let it precipate

No time for butterflies, angst, anxiety or uncertainty

It’s time to go

Say Goodbye, Adios, au revior, arrivederci, ciao, bye bye

To the U.S.A

And

Hello, hola, good day

To the U.K.