Infuriating

My heart aches and rages whenever I read a story about child abuse or neglect. There is no need for such horrible and hateful behavior, but it exists in this world that we live in.

Two days ago, there was a disturbing story about a deplorable woman in Des Moines, Iowa who beat two teenage girls so badly that one of them jumped from a second story balcony. Did you catch that? One girl was willing to risk death just to escape another brutal beating. That disturbed my spirit in so many ways because that tells me that poor girl was desperate to get away from such evil and violence. Violence that had been going on for years.

Lord have mercy.

When the police came to investigate this poor excuse for a human and woman, they found the other teen covered in bruises and deep marks on her neck from being choked. Of course, the girl that jumped out of the balcony was covered in bruises too and it wasn’t all from her jump. Their little bodies looked like a battlefield due to years of vicious beatings.

No child or anyone for that matter should experience such evil and cruelty by the hands of another human being. It’s disturbing to think about the number of children who are abused, neglected and or mistreated each and every day. At times, it’s too much for my own heart to handle and I can’t think about it too much or else it’ll depress me.

As always, I’m going to post the mug shot of this disgusting human being who used her hands to inflict pain instead of love on those she was entrusted to care for. No one, especially children, deserves to be treated in such a way.

Until next time…

Come On, White People

As an African American woman, it never ceases to amaze me when scores of White people react with shock regarding unearthed documents about slavery tied to major schools, universities, businesses and banks. I use the word scores specifically because not all White people are clueless when it comes to slavery, but the shock of those who are run in the millions.

Just this week, another news article revealed that an elite prep school in Washington once owned and sold slaves. When African American students were asked how they felt about the “unearthed” discovery, they gave the same statement like all other African Americans, they weren’t surprised. However, they were surprised by the number of White staff and students who were. To put it clearly as one young African American student mentioned a few years ago, “The United States was built on the backs of slaves so we shouldn’t be surprised.”

Think about that for a moment. Why are millions of White people still shocked by “discoveries” like this? Could it be that they really aren’t shocked, but pretend to be out of fear, shame or embarrassment? Could it be that they completely ignored the history of slavery here in the United States? Or could it be that some genuinely were not taught about slavery at the school they attended or at home? I say it’s a combination of all plus some.

Slavery existed okay and there are a lot of famous and not so famous wealthy White families, schools, banks and businesses who reaped and are still reaping the monetary benefits of slavery and its back breaking labor. Is it shameful and hard to admit? Maybe to some. But is it the truth? Yes.

What if I told you there are a number of big banks, schools, universities and businesses who used the intelligence of their slaves and took the credit as their own? If that shocks you, my goodness, it shouldn’t. Contrary to popular belief, slaves were not dumb.

We can’t continue to pretend or be shocked about these things. It’s bad enough that millions of slaves built the wealth of many White families, schools, banks and businesses with nothing in return. To not acknowledge it is an even greater insult to them. They can’t speak for themselves because they are long gone now, but I and others can. We can’t run away from painful and uncomfortable truths, but we can learn from them. Adding to that, we need to acknowledge it rather than hiding it or running from it.

Otherwise, more White people will continue to be “shocked” when more and more “discoveries” like these are made.

The link to the article I referenced can be found here.

Until next time…

Donyale Luna (Updated)

I was reading an article on the late Donyale Luna and because I was taken aback by it, I decided to blog about it.

Donyale Luna, born Peggy Ann Freeman, is largely dubbed as the first Black supermodel. At 6’2, she was beautiful and hard to miss because she always stood out from the crowd.

Peggy, also known as Donyale, seemed to be a troubled woman when it came to her identity. She lied about being Black for years and often lied about having a large amount of Native American and Mexican ancestry. I remember shaking my head as I was reading this article because its quite obvious that she was a Black woman.

When Donyale soon realized that her strong African ancestry couldn’t be denied, she began to make up stories that she had very little African ancestry and was mulatta. How sad that this woman had so much of self-hate that she couldn’t even acknowledge being Black. It makes me wonder if she had some type of mental issue. I can’t help but to feel sorry for her.

There are pictures of Donyale wearing contacts and makeup that was lighter than her skin. She did that in an effort to make herself more appealing or exotic. I hate to say it, but it made her look absolutely ridiculous.

Donyale’s family has said she had issues with her identity and considering the period of time she was born in, I suspect she hated being Black. Her own family has admitted that she desperately sought the approval and acceptance of White people. Maybe she believed if she was mixed or made herself seem to be mixed, she would be accepted by White people. What a sad way to waste a life.

Its unfortunate that Donyale lived her life as a lie all because she wanted to be accepted, loved and respected by White people. If that’s not sad, I don’t know what is. A life wasted.

Until next time…

Group Messages (*_*)

Don’t you hate it when someone sends out a group message, but they don’t have their phone set to where the replies go straight to them? I don’t want my phone going off with 50 or more messages a minute. My phone is pinging and dinging like crazy with messages coming in from people I don’t know. The whole time I’m sitting there like…

I send group messages every single day and the replies only come to me. As a matter of fact, one of the first things I do when I get a new phone is edit the group messaging settings. I would think everyone would want to do that. I guess not. 🤷🏾‍♀️ My family and friends like to “cut up” and nobody else needs to see that but me. 😂😭

Until next time, happy messaging and to all my fellow writers, happy writing! See you back here in two weeks. Be safe everyone. 😃

Who Else Does This?

Growing up in a household surrounded by music is one of my favorite childhood memories. It was nothing for me to wake up and see my Mama jamming and dancing to music. It amazes me how our moves are so similar to the dance moves of our African relatives (i.e. Nigerian) I truly believe that it’s in the blood…

If I wake up to the sound of a good African beat from my alarm clock or radio, it’s nothing for me to get up and dance like the clip I’m about to share with you. My non-Black friends love to see me do it and sometimes they try to do it. 😂

That begs the question: Who else wakes up and dances whenever they hear a good beat? Click here to see if you can relate. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve woken up and danced the same way 😂. By the way, if you aren’t following IamDulo on Instagram, you’re missing out. He’s hilarious!

Until next time…

Sad and Unfortunate

I sometimes find myself shaking my head when I hear about deplorable behaviors from people I’ve worked with. Things that can cause serious damage to a person’s reputation…

These types of individuals are always betrayed by their own; the very same people they choose to be “messy” with. They should really be careful who they share things with. They should really be careful who they lay up with. They should also be careful how they act when they get alcohol in their system. Some people act so reckless and think nobody will ever know about it. How sad and naive. I’ve seen my fair share of people exposed over the years and even now, presently. Can you imagine the sleep they’re probably losing?

Before they know it, their name is being dragged through the mud throughout the workplace by the same people they call their friends / confidants. Terrible, just terrible. If it’s one thing I can say, I’ve never (thus far) had a friend to betray me because I choose my friends wisely.

Your name is the most valuable thing in your possession. The way you act and behave can have a strong bearing on your name. Let there be mostly good things said about you when your name is mentioned.

Until next time…