Musing from a Man who gets tired a little more these days

Throughout their sojourn in America, Africans have been taught the separateness of themselves from Africa and Africans. The teaching has been so ingrained that even in those communities which are “most African” there is the greatest scandal of “being African." By Dona Richards(Marimba Ani) At this point in my life I cannot turn back but I can't help looking back every now and then to check the depth of my We are such a biblically illiterate people and culturally deprived group that I wonder if I am not a firefly in the night. There maybe light but the darkness is so pervasive it cannot be truly penetrated. Americans of African descent are so far removed from the relevance of our culture that it is like reaching across the Grand Canyon with just the human arm and hand trying to bridge the gulf. Have you ever tried talking to a snail explaining why it would behoove it to speed itself up every now and then? That is what it is like looking into the vacant eyes of Black folks in America who find it too hard to believe the world waits on them to wake up. Have you ever tried to persuade a bumble bee that pollinating the personal flowers in the backyards of people hastens it's demise by people? That is what it is like trying to get Black people in America to see that the religious systems of every American Denomination is hazardous to their health. At this point in my life I cannot turn back but I cannot help looking back. Have you ever tried getting the Moon to be consistently full? It is as fruitless trying to get people to be consistently in community building from the inside our our only Free Black institution called the church. Have you ever tried to get the rain to be less wet because it's rhythmic moisture beating upon the ground creates a melancholy mood seductive to sleep? That is what it is like when tears roll over the levies of my eye lids cascading down my cheeks in the solitude of my own thoughts of the faces and lives of my people I try my best to inspire. I cannot turn back at this point in my life but I cannot help looking back, and saying Lord forgive me for not being better than I am. Musings of a Man who gets tired more often