Let
us start with this is day 15 of 100, ahhhhhhh you thought I forgot huh? How you
making out so far? Me, myself I must say I was killing it up to day 8 then came
the snow storm in the DMV and it was all downhill from there. SMH. That is why
this is a 100 day challenge; how you start, what you do/don’t do in the middle really
has no barring but where you finish is the bottom line result. So you can do
absolutely nothing for 99 days and have a fantastic day 100 you still TRIUMPED
technically.
Now
several people have reached out to me and really got on my case for not giving
the people what they want on blogspot consistently in recent months, you know what
they were right and I was being lazy. However; what I am growing to learn in
the past three plus months was best articulated recently by my dude Marty Kaan
in the television show House of Lies,
In Marty’s words “you end up chasing every nutbucket across the earth hoping he
might just might hire your sorry a**. If we land this whale, we feast on the
blubber until we land the next one and feast on that blubber, sell the ivory
till we land the next one and the next one, and so on, and so and until we get
some fat; acquire some blubber of our own. But until that day, you do what you
gotta do baby. You eat sick fish a**”. Right now the “P Man” is being forced to
eat a whole lotta fish a** but I see me getting my hands on my first blubber
very soon baby. Stay tuned.
(S/O) To my Lil man Ash Breezy for keeping me on joke
time every day.
(S/O) To Iya Adira for holding it down so I can go get
that blubber
(S/O) To my brothers & partners we on to something
boys
(S/O) To my Cuzo John Daniels for getting in that you
know what this week
(S/O) To my guy Uncle Ricky for the pep talk
(S/O) To IDIMU Keshi the DMV is looking forward to
your visit
(S/O) To all of the viewers, followers & readers
of the MY OMO NAIJA blogspot. Thank you for your continued support. Love iz
Love! P
Ok
people; let me get focused…
I
had promised myself that I was going to mark the return of the blog spot this
week by discussing something meaningful and of value. So let’s see what are
some things worth exploring with the people?
Komla
Dumor – talking about the very sad passing of the late BBC television
personality who told and shared his stories on Africa with the world would
surely have made my brother very happy. I personally think he got a man crush
on dude the way he can just go on and on about Komla. So I will savor the piece
for a later date.
Seattle
Seahawk Footballer – talking about that corny dude would just make me end up
catching an ulcer or popping a vein in my forehead. If I decide to write about
this yahooooooo I think my cousin John Daniels would just be chuckling while
sipping his glass of shiraz wine. But I can never write about a guy that disrespects
my boy Crabtree. Shoooooo because of Crabtree the “P Man” is being forced to
declare his winnings in fantasy football this season to Uncle Sam. Number 1
rule of BINNESS = Don’t F**k with da money.
What
I want to talk about is this new hidden or coded form of blatant racism that I
continue to see play out in today’s pop culture and news media when I hear time
and time again on television the first thing out of a white person’s mouth is “how
well spoken” he/she said person of color is. For some people this is not new
information, for others this might be a revelation of some sort or your theory
that I like to play the race card often. If you think I am making this up I beg
the question please tell me(us) the last time you saw a person of color utter
such words out of his/her mouth after speaking with a Caucasian.
Here
is the irony behind such passive aggressive racism that exists in America
today. If English is the country’s first language, for how much longer nobody
really knows everybody gets a BIG FAT F. From news anchors, sports
broadcasters, celebrities, radio personalities, company executives, the English
that I hear everyday from the moment I exist my front door and put in a good
8-10 hours day of work (ok I lied maybe 4.5hrs) is simply Turrrrrr-Ri-Ble.
Somehow
there is this notion or perception out there that not being of color
automatically gives you a spot in the good grammar school category. And being
of color limits you to four letter words or only two and three syllable words.
Let’s not even think about trying to conjugate a verb while we at it. SMH.
Anyways
such is life in these good ol’ United States of America.
I
am Back.
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