How I came into this walk

I came into this walk I imagine like most of us beaten and bruised by a world that has no love nor compassion a world full of hatred, murder and outright rebellion. So who was I in rebellion against, see I grew up in the 1970’s this was immediately after the riots which as a ten-year-old I had no understanding of what was going on there were daily reports of children being killed from just peeping out the window, or the toy gun scenario, or trying to imagine hearing on the news about guerrilla warfare… or gorilla warfare if you will (in my mind it was like what later was known as the planet of the apes movies.)

In those teenage years’ things got (Buck-wild) now you’ve got literally gangs of young brews roaming the streets all dressed like black panthers most of us couldn’t afford the leather jacket so we wore blue jean jackets with patches all over them, Black Power, Black Pride, and the raised fist. Now we called ourselves protecting our neighborhoods, but it wasn’t long before we were being challenged by other gangs. At that point we became known as “the dog family” the year was 1974 and we were in full rebellion, you can pretty much let your imagination just run wild with that, the worst things you can think of I’m sure we did that and more we walked around as if there were no limits and no boundaries, after a while I started feeling the need to get away from what I knew wasn’t right. Shortly after that I joined the Army all that “be all you can be stuff” right that lasted all of two months the duration of basic training. Five years and eleven article 15’s later I’d had enough,

I returned to Detroit to what I thought was something familiar what I saw was the city falling apart and something called a crackhead… It wasn’t long after that the dreams started, Yah showed me in a dream that he exists, and told me to seek his face. Well ha shatan came along and derailed that train (more rebellion) because somehow I ended up in Islam under Dr. York and for the next twenty years I’m reading this madness and thinking it’s real, straight stuck on stupid. At that time Abba Yah saw I was stuck in the mud, washed me off and set me in a cell in 1994 for the next three years. The entire time I was in I couldn’t read anything but scripture nothing else mattered. 1997 I’m back on the streets and this crack thing had taken hold and was in full effect.

Everyone I knew was either smoking or selling, some people I knew I didn’t recognize, like for instance the picture of Malice Greene that was shown nationwide was from the High school yearbook. I went to school with malice, and yet he had been walking pass me for a couple of years and I didn’t recognize him.I went four years without work and it wasn’t from lack of looking the felony made me not hirable, so I started doing my job search nationwide I get four pages of hits for Denver it’s the year 2007 I’m fifty years old and I said goodbye to Detroit for the last time. In 2009 I was walking and talking with a beautiful sister I had met, who later became my Isha, that’s what we did for hours every day. One day we were walking near the library and decided to stop in, on the way out we saw a flyer posted on the board entitled THE CURSES we both decided it sounded interesting and decided to attend.

What is that saying that the gentiles like to say “life is stranger than fiction” as I sat watching The Curses Documentary the big question mark that I carried around all my life started to melt away, then humility set in and the tears started to roll, I cried like a baby and the tears washed away the years of unanswered questions, all the guessing, the not knowing, the rhetoric gone. (Neo: why do my eyes hurt. Morpheus: Because you’ve never used them before… mic drop)