I met this blonde

so my car got towed while I went into this bar for a drink(don’t ask me to explain this one because the towing company couldn’t either); so I figured I’d just catch a cab and pick up my car the next day. While I was complaining to the bartender, this blond offered to drop me off and being that I was in a friendly mood, I said, "yes, why not!

So I got in her brand new BMW and the whole ride this chick was doing two things: smiling and talking. So here are her stats…

_she's a single mother with two children
_she lives with a guy who is paying child-support for his one child.
_they lived together for 4 years
_they split the financial expenses (monthly bills around $7,500)
_they're more like room-mates than lovers
_she's not on birth control
_he's not practicing birth control (riding bare back)
_she's being paid $82,000 a year and worked there for over a year.
_she wants a raise but too afraid to ask

and all I did was to sit there and listen.....got out the car, thanked her for the ride and gave her a Shakaitutu business card…and she offered me a …

Anywho, that’s too much details for y’all. lol

I am sadden by my home girl’s separation

A buddy of mine got married about a year ago just to come home from college to find out her marriage is over. She just wants to leave and return to college. I know she's hurt but she doesn’t want to talk about it.

As a good friend, I try to explain to her both side of the equation but she has already made up her mind. She’s attending grad school in California (paid in full) and he's in a lucrative construction job that travels across the Western USA. She refuses to give up her opportunity at the USC and he won’t give up his 6,000/month salary with his construction job. I don’t blame either one for not giving into the other because they’re both in a great situation. It just pains me that they didn’t discuss this before they tie the knot.

I knew this would be a problem because they both have worked so hard for the opportunity they have been given and every time i would bring it up, they would just dismiss it as if it wouldn't be a problem. I know their parents especially the mothers, they didn't see it coming. I hate when people are so obsess with fantasy and completely blow off reality. Now reality is hitting both these young people like a ton of bricks. It's just tough to see as a friend because i was in that situation before i broke off my engagement...

What would you do?

PM'sing

I have been in a real touchy mood for the past two weeks. It just feels like I have not been at the place I was before, and that just makes me even more frustrated. Since my birthday celebration, I have been making some changes; I decided to go back to the root of things and try to understand why I allowed certain mishaps to take place; in other words, I am making changes and while I like the new changes, some of my closest pals are having a hard time with it. Now, I hope you don’t misconstrue this opening paragraph thinking that I am about to alter my lifestyle, my means of communication, my flirtatious ways and my bravado, that won’t change dear. But I tell you this, I’ve become a lot stricter and bolder, a lot busier because I don’t feel like sharing my free time with people who question my abilities, my character and my level of understanding (maturity). I don’t know if I’m PMS'ing or what, but I need this touchy feeling to freaking stop.

So I was talking to someone the other day and this woman just blasted my character. I mean, I so wanted to respond but giving that I was in a good mood, I just ignored everything. She has apologized since but deep within I don’t give her a danm about that. I have never cared too much about apologies because we mean everything we say. You can blame it on whatever the hell you want, yet it doesn’t change the fact that you said it. Fuck heat of the moment, fuck past mishaps, if you said it, you musta meant it.

Socialized education system

My oldest brother called me and we were talking my nephew Elijah and his new found fame. He’s a young soccer player in Rochester and he’s being scouted by a boarding school in Europe and given I have been through that experience before, he wanted to pick my brain and see if he should let the young boy go away. Personally, I am all for it but then again he’s only 11 and not too long ago I had an argument with my brother on how he’s raising this boy. You can call me crazy but I have seen many signs on insanity. Why do we continue to subject our children to socialized education while we have seen it fail in front of our eyes?

Hear me out for a little bit, if we look at the black operations which have been carried out by the CIA, my conclusion is that government is run by free masons and crooks. But these are the same crooks who are demanding that we turn our kids over to them so they can educate them for us. I don’t want to lose you, so I am going to break it down for you.

What is wrong with society and the human race, if your local drug dealer took an interest in your kids, you would not only raise your voice, you would call the police and warn them that if you see this individual talking to your child, you’re going to kill him so why is it that when the government do the same thing, we act like Stevie. Personally, nothing good can come out of letting the streets bring up your children. Forget street creds, my kid needs college credits so he/she could graduate and become a law biding citizen.

Answer me this, would you allow a woman in a bikini enter your house and gyrate provocatively in your living room? I bet most of y’all are saying, heck no, but when it’s MTV or BET, you don’t mind, do you?

Well, let us be practical, how can we improve our children education prospects? The socialized education system is known to bore children because they cannot pursue their interests because they learn what adult and big brother wants them to learn.

So like I told my brother, yes Elijah is very talented but I am against him going over to Europe at a young age because he will buy into the system and that will doom him for the rest of his life. He’s a fragile young boy who thinks that he is the next hot shot, not that I disagree with his state of mind, I just would like to be a bit more practical.

One question for y'all

I tend to get myself in trouble with women sometimes with some of the stuff that I say; at times my reaction depends on how the other party responds. So not too long ago I was chatting with this individual and I said to her, if you’re not ready to get this thing poppin’, it’s best that you not get to know me because to know me is want and love me.

This individual got some upset and call me a bunch of stuff that had I not been who I am, I would have responded. So to you my readers, what is wrong with the statement that I made? Truth be told, I wasn’t even that serious because to me it’s just me being me but then again…any who, drop your thoughts and please don’t worry about upsetting me with your answers.

Let them be

There are so many kids in our community with enormous talents yet because their parents were so strict these kids ended up wasting this special gift. I am just so happy that many in this Rap Kreyol game are such rebels; some of the things that come out of these kids mouth are simply thought-provoking and even though these guys have never taken a college philosophy course yet they are philosophers, street poets, deep thinkers, and most of all, professors. Some of the fans hang on to every word from these rappers or poets and use their lyrics as a guide. It’s really astonishing how someone can live his/her life base on just one song. It happens. Ask these kids who were set to jump off a cliff as they mourn the passing of these great rappers. It’s as if they had lost their dearest mentor and life they could live no more. To them, there’s simply no reason to go on, there isn’t anything left for them on this planet. I wish i could reach out to them and let them know that life goes on and that we all have to die at some point yet the lessons never stop. You just gotta find new motivation and a new mentor, or maybe they have now been graduated and should be able to live on their own and carry with them the messages that these great mentors had passed on.

“Back then they didn’t know me, now that I am gone, they’re all on me”...it’s crazy how we seldom value the talent of the youth. It’s fascinating to me how foreigners will applaud an animal that can do special tricks yet my own culture is lacking so far behind that sometimes you wish you didn’t belong to that utopia. We are governed differently; we live differently, we think differently, and surely die differently. It is amazing how many parents are ready to find talent in their kids whether or not it exists. I wish my community was like that; while education is very important yet there’s more to life than being a doctor, lawyer, engineer, nurse, teacher, or preacher. What happens to the other professions? We live in a complex world, with complex individuals, I think it’s time that our community embrace and let the kids be. Thank God my folks allowed me to just be me, even if it wasn’t what they truly wanted, yet they cared enough about my likes and dislikes.

Height over character

Since I can’t seem to get my mind right today, i am going to blog about something that have plagued men throughout its existence. It’s height. Lol. For some reason women like height in men, I know plenty of females who would not even look at any man who was below six feet tall. I think its stupid to choose a life partner based on height but then again everyone is entitled to their preference regardless of how maddening their criteria is.

So one of my guys who is 5’9 asked this woman who was about 5’6 out, and she turned him down. She told one of our mutual friends that despite my boy’s exceptional traits and despite the fact that she thinks he’s awesome, she couldn’t see past his height. Now right after she turned him down, maybe a week later, she hooked up with this British lad who was about 6’4. Now i don’t think my boy mind the fact that she was interested in someone taller, but this dude treated her like crap, she had his baby and he walked out on her. To be honest with you, i don’t feel bad for her at all. I laugh every time she complains to one of my home girls. This woman chose height over character, and that is laughable to me. I feel sorry for her child because he’s going to suffer because his mom is another dumb black sister who prioritized the wrong things. Call me mean but i think people need to inject more thoughts in how life partners are chosen.

I know a lot of female who pretend like they know exactly what they’re looking for in a man but every time they meet that individual who meet their standards (criterion), they end up breaking up. And these females keep on dating the same individuals, I personally find that very stupid and immature. I just think that people need to change or update their standards as they progress through life’s journey. Things change and maybe your standards need to because if every guy you meet end up hurting you well then maybe something is wrong with you.

Here are some dumb criterion: height, cheve siwo, skin complexion, family history, status, and titles.

Dumb folks man.

ps: this doesn't only apply to women

Rest in Peace to my dudes.

Speechless cannot describe how I am feeling right now; these guys had just started to reap the benefits of their craft and all of a sudden, it is all taken away. I know many of you do not know much about the rap Kreyol movement but I want you to know that Barikad Crew is household name in Haiti, not only amongst the youth, but throughout the whole country. Last night after they had performed at a night club and on their way to close a show with DJakout mizik, one of their vehicle fell into a ditch and exploded. 5 people lost their lives including 3 group members. This is very sad because these guys had just started to make some money in this movement and it’s ashamed that they’re taken away at such a young age. These guys were street poets, their philosophical skills reminded me of some of the great writers of the 20th century, and their stage presence and bravado was much appreciated by everyone they came in contact with. Just a couple of weeks ago, we were chillin with these guys and they showed us so much love and respect. The way this thing happens, I’ve only seen it in movies, because things like that shouldn’t happen in real life. I cannot put into words the state of the movement at this very moment, everyone that I’ve spoken to are taken aback.

A fan from myspace sent me his number, he has never met Barikad Crew, he simly purchased their cds and listen to their albums, and he told me that their words mean so much to him. Here is a guy well in his 30’s, crying on the phone like a little baby. It brought tears to my eyes. The power of this movement is immense, I know there are some negative things in it, yet it is empowering.

Rest in Peace to my dudes K-tafal, Dade, and DajaVoo. Much luv to all the BC supporters and to the whole rap Kreyol family. My condolensces to these guys family, kids, wives, and those who love them.

Haitians @ Parties

So I was invited to this party the other, so as usual, I got my Shakaitutu crew with me. So we rolled in there, went straight to the bar and chilled for a good hour. We laughed, drink, and checked out some of the ladies who were in attendance. While a lot of them should have stayed at home that night yet there were a couple of hotties. My crew and I don’t mind asking a girl to dance but we gotta feel the music. Personally, I don’t jump on the dance floor till I’ve had at least two drinks.

So there were four decent looking sisters and because they felt like the guys weren’t going to ask them to dance, they got up and proceeded to the exit door, but on their way out this dude stopped them and begged them to stay, so he bought them some drinks and the ladies stayed in there. Now, a Nu-Look song came up and homeboi wanted to dance, so he grabbed one of the ladies and you could tell she was in no mood to dance with this dude; so she gave him some type of excuse and he’s on the side line feeling like crap. Me and my dudes who have witnessed all this started cracking up because this dude done spent his weekly allowance on 4 chicks who don’t even want to be there let alone spend 4 minutes on the dance floor with him…well, make it 10 minutes, you know how these Kompa dudes do it.

Now across the room were a bunch of hot heads, they were complaining about the dudes posting up and not dancing; my thing with that is, some dudes really just go to the club to have a good time and then head home to their wife and kids. And they have no alternate motives when they ask someone to dance. A lot of these chicks be sitting there, looking all mean and disgusted when someone dare ask them to dance. I mean, you want people to ask you to dance yet you’re not giving off that vibe. I bet if many of them were to be a bit friendlier then it would make their social life a lot better.

I personally don’t go to the club to find chicks, that’s why you can find me at the bar chilling and bopping to a couple of tracks. I go to parties for business purposes, so I am not looking to dance unless it’s one of my favorite tracks. It’s not like I am stuck up or anything, I just do not care to dance much. But on a good night though, no one can remove me from the dance floor. I guess, if the girls are looking right, and the timing is right, you best believe things will be poppin’.

So to all my Haitian ladies who are wondering why Haitian men do not care to ask them to dance, it’s all in your facial expression. Relax a bit and I suggest you have at least one drink before you jump on the dance floor. Have fun and keep in mind that music is life. You didn’t leave your house to go sit somewhere with a mean look on your face.

If you catch me at the lollipop party tonight, come on over and say hello. And please look sharp cuz you already know how I do.

Have a good weekend folks.

my bad

While many appreciate my uncanny ways of expressing myself yet i suppose this morning's entry was out of line. I allowed a personal matter to get through to me and leashed out at the individuals involved. I apologize for the tirade.

Peace.

ps: thanks for the heads up big bro.

My thoughts on a lot of shit

So its hot as hell up north and people are yapping about the heat wave but then again wasn’t it those same folks who were complaining about the snow and how they couldn’t wait for summer time? In any event, it sucks to be y’all.

So I got some folks hating on me huh, well, like my man say, “I got Summer hating on me cause I'm hotter than the sun, Got Spring hating on me cause I ain't never sprung, Winter hating on me cause I'm colder than ya'll, And I would never, I would never, I would never Fall. I'm being hated on by the seasons, So f**k ya'll who hating for no reason!” The P man is chillin and all those haters can blow something before I get really upset, tu piges!

I was reading this article about this woman from Oklahoma and this dude from Nevada, the dumb chick thought she could buy the dude’s love by buying him expensive stuff and sending him money to take care of some legal issues, so when all hell break loose (she found out that this dude wasn’t interested in her at all), this heffa is acting like she let the dude borrow the money she had sent him. Little did this heffa know, homeboi saved all the text messages and all the e-mails where she said she would send him stuff and they were out of kindness; I hate april babies man, they’re so foolish.

So The Perfect Execution is done and as of september the script will be ready to go. So to all you movie makers out there, I will let it go for 6 figures, so go sell all your cattles in Haiti so you can get this hot script. Maybe in 2010 I will hear these words, “ and the Oscar for best script writing goes to…”. Lol. No Dom, I won’t be taking you luv, you have to watch on tv like everybody else. Lol

Women sometimes can be very stupid. They pretend like they know what they want when in fact, they’re as clueless as the sanatorium dude screaming his ass off thinking he is Iraq bout to rip off Ben Ladin’s head off. In any event, I think people need to stop acting up and get their freaking minds right. They think they’re ready to play with the big boys when really they’re a whole bunch of pussycats that have no freaking idea how this world work. You have no clue ladies, get the f out of here with that bull.

So the toydrive is progressing well, we just passed the 10% mark, but you know it’s very funny how your ass is here reading this shit yet you haven’t donated one single penny to this tour. I only asked of you to skip one meal, it cost less than 5 dollars to get a single toy yet your ass is still complaining.

I hate mofos who keep on complaining about Haitian organizations who aren’t doing anything with the money they collect from these fundrasings on behalf of Haiti yet expect people to contribute their hard earned dollars? The thing is, some mofo messed it up a long time ago for everyone else so that’s why we decided to go thorough first giving with out fundrasing, we wanted the irs to know exactly how much was brought in from this fundraiser so that we are not held accountable for anything. Lord knows our hearts are in the right place, fuck those who don’t believe in giving back. This toydrive tour will be a success and I am sure your ass will be the first to post a freaking comment on my blog about the pictures and the videos, that’s when I will reject that ish.

So I have had some folks hit me up and said yo Blake, I love your blog, is it possible you can ghost write for me on my blog. Well, folks, I don’t ghost write anymore, this blog is straight up from the heart. This ish here cannot be duplicated, I am irreplaceable, mentally, you cannot get to my level, you would need a space shuttle or a ladder that goes on forever if you think you can catch up with me, there’ll never be one like me, better yet there ain’t never been one like me, how can you upgrade something that’s un-upgradable? Lol.

Too much going on this week folks, so these are my thoughts for now… don’t forget to check out the link and send in your little contribution.

The Second Coming of Aristide

Human beings tend to gravitate towards reconstruction and positiveness. When Aristide was campaigning, he brought a message of peace, love, unification, and change. The people embraced him, they loved him, they died for him, and in turn he robbed them, mobbed them, killed them, violated them, raped them, tortured them, and raped them. He stole their heart and continued on with the tradition of bad regime and horrendous governmental guidance. While there are those who will always hate Duvalier for his toughness and strict policies, yet, his crimes were more forgivable than Aristide. The beloved priest duped the world and for that he shall never be allowed to return to the beautiful impoverished island.

Fast forward to 2008 and here we have another well spoken individual, highly educated, extremely motivated to change this country, change the perception of Americans, change the views of the world, and insert a new chip into everyone’s brain. While that message is appreciated and valued yet it only reminds me of Aristide and his false promises. If you have followed my entries, I once stated that I didn’t know whether I should vote for him, Hillary or Mccain. After much research and a plethora of conversations and debates, I now know where I stand. All 3 of those candidates bring a lot to the table, and while McCain has all the experience, Obama has the charisma and the vote of many individuals in this country, whether black, white, rich or poor. An Obama Clinton ballot will be hard to pass up on; Clinton is obviously a beloved figure and had her campaign been more positive, she would have won. Nevertheless, I am satisfied with the democratic nominee, I know it’s going to be tough yet I don’t think we’re ready for another Titid. This time, it wouldn’t just affect America; it would affect the whole black nation.

So when you cast your vote this fall, think twice about the choices for it will affect the country for the next 8 years or more. Or in the case of Haiti, it can cast a shadow for the rest of its existence.

A No-No at the job place

So here i am sitting in my office and I realized that I haven't said hello to the rest of the gang. So i made my way to my co-workers office and i said "hello old man", and here is this fool, sitting at his desk, perusing porn sites and wacking it off.

I looked up and said, "just wanted to say whats up, continue on with your work", and i walked into the kitchen. Now 2 minutes later, here comes my boss and she's getting ready to walk into this man's office...the minute i saw this, i just quickly shout her name out and allow him some time to get his act together.

What is this fool thinking? His office door wide open, he is the nearest to the exit door, and could easily be seen by anyone passing in the hallways.

Now what do you think he owes me for saving his ass from being fired??? I was thinking lunch, but i don't think he wants to face me right now. Maybe a donation to the toydrive, what do you guys think???

Banlieusards

I know Kompa is OUR music but i wish OUR people would sometimes pay a little bit of attention to the other genres of music especially Hip Hop. Now i understand the stigma that Hip Hop in general carries yet some of the artists are really speaking the truth.

I have been listening to this dude for all my teenage years, he is beloved in all the francophonic countries and his name is Kery James. He is considered by many to be the best french rapper ever. I like to think of him as the best thinker of the 21st Century. When things are bleak, his powerful text gives me hope. I wish we had more Haitians like him.

I have been introduced Kery James to all of my friends ever since i discovered his music. My buddy from Ivory Coast introduced me to him and I have been hooked ever since. His latest album, A l'ombre du show business, has been making a lot of noise. For the very first time, his music was played in Haiti. He never approached that market because his creole is not where it needs to be. His parents are Haitian, born in Martinique, been living in France since he was about 6.

A friend of mine sent me this just recently and i felt compelled to share it with you. I surely hope you look into buying a Kery James cd or at least check him out on You Tube. He is adored by many and like all previous Haitians who have made it big, our community only embrace them once after the rest of the world has showered them with love.

Check it....

I think that Kery James is the reincarnation of Toussaint Louverture (I love Toussaint). You know I never listened to all of his songs. I figured it was just too much to take in, so I only listened to one new song at a time. I started with number 12, then number 9, then I added number 17, then number 13, then number 1, then number 3, then number 16. Tonight, I decided to venture out, so I listened to number 7. OH MY GOD! This is so deep. I resonate so much with his message. WOW! I literally got goosebumps. I love the lyric. Here are some of my favorite segments.


Je ne suis pas une victime mais un soldat
Regarde moi, j'suis noir et fier de l'être
J'manie la langue de Molière, j'en maîtrise les lettres
Français parce que la France à colonise mes ancêtres
Mais mon esprit est libre et mon Afrique n'a aucune dette

WHOA!!!

Et moi je serai de la 2eme France, celle de l'insécurité
Des terroristes potentiels, des assistes
C'est c'qu'ils attendent de nous, mais j'ai d'autres projets qu'ils retiennent ça

WHOA!!!

Je suis le capitaine dans le bateau de mes efforts
J'n'attend rien du système, je suis independent

WHOA!!!

Pourquoi nous dans les ghettos, eux à L'ENA
Nous derrière les barreaux, eux au sénat
Ils défendent leurs intérêts, éludent nos problèmes
Mais une question reste en suspens, qu'a-t-on fait pour nous même ?


WHOA!!!

“J'veux pas brûler des voitures, mais en construire, puis en vendre”

DEEP!!

J'suis pas un mendiant, j'suis venu prendre c'qu'ils m'ont promis hier
Même s'il me faut 2 fois plus de courage, 2 fois plus de rage
Car y'a 2 fois plus d'obstacles et 2 fois moins d'avantage
Et alors ?! Ma victoire aura 2 fois plus de goût
Avant d'pouvoir la savourer, j'prendrai 2 fois plus de coups
Les pièges sont nombreux, il faut qu'j'sois 2 fois plus attentif
2 fois plus qualifié et 2 fois plus motive

Si t'aimes pleurer sur ton sort, reste pas à côté d'moi
J'te l répète, je n'suis pas une victime et un soldat

DAYUM!

Chaque fils d'immigré é est en mission
Chaque fils de pauvres doit avoir de l'ambition
Tu peux pas laisser, s'évaporer tes rêves en fume

On est jeunes, forts et nos sœurs sont belles
Immense est le talent qu'elles portent en elle


Et si tu pleures, pleure des larmes de determination

GOOSEBUMPS!

I know this piece won't get much response but what's the point of blogging if i can't share the things that are important to me with you...

So i reflect...

So I spent the weekend celebrating my 27th birthday. While I wanted to spend it with friends and family yet there was this one special individual missing. Wish you could have been there but then again it is what it is. Ok, so I am 27, big deal. Yes, I know that I’m younger than you thought and that you have children older than me. I must say, this one was different. I am still trying to respond to the 500+ myspace messages and the many e-mails that were sent. I am grateful to all the folks who thought of me on my bday. Whether you sent a card, an email, a text, or a myspace message, I appreciate the gesture. Real talk.

So giving that the tickets were a special bday gift, I had my weekend well planned out, until my guys intervened. They threw me a lavish party and the turn out was nice. A couple of nice gifts, lot of my former classmates, teammates from my soccer days, frat brothers, my HU and MSU sistaz came through, it was cool. I pretty much sat the whole night, just pondering on different things, writing on my phone, I must have written 20 blog entries, which I will probably share throughout the year.
I got some pretty cool gifts though. One of my HU sistaz got me a Rebecca St James CD (you gotta listen to her folks, she’s on point…I met her while doing an internship at a Christian radio station, and she cool peeps) I also got a Fred Hammond CD, got a couple of cool t-shirts, an expensive watch, an autograph jersey, a pair of shades, and a few tickets to a couple of basketball, baseball, and musical events. So I am excited. Of course, there’s one gift that I am not going to mention, but it was nice. Real nice.

So I tend to get quite reflective and maybe even a little morose on the milestone days of the year: birthday, New Years and so on. My birthday was no different; I actually had more on my mind on this date and for various reasons. While I lead a happy life yet sometimes people try to fuck things up just because you’ve made a mistake here and there. I am no saint, I will not have a day observed in my name, I will continuously make mistakes but the best thing about is that my mistakes are never repeated. I learn quickly and move on. There is some strange kink in my personality that keeps me always looking forward. I am always wondering what is coming up around the next bend. When I examine my life I am far more likely to wonder what I will be than to reflect on what I have become. I’m not sure if this is a good or a bad thing, but at least some good has come of it. It allows me to look forward to getting older. I know that by this time next year I will have read another fifty or one hundred books and will have studied another few hundred chapters of the Bible. While I still have my issues with the church yet I am constantly learning my Bible, and while this may be shocking to you, I grew up in the church, singing, praising the Lord and asking him to just do whatever he wishes with me. I am thankful for my step-dad and my mother though. They always made sure that I knew how important God was and whether or not I was in church, they wanted to make sure that I had the right foundation to succeed.

Earlier this week I finished reading Rediscovering God’s Love by Frank Allred, get a copy if you get a chance, Frank is this Anglican minister and he got a lot of things to say. Time and time again I marveled at his wisdom knowing that much of this wisdom has come by virtue of age. Of course age has also brought him physical infirmity and much sorrow. But oh, for that wisdom! Increasingly I find myself looking forward to being that wise, knowing full well that with it must come many things that are far less wonderful. Yet I am sure a man like Allred counts these as but a light affliction in comparison to the riches of wisdom. So I will just be for now and just trust.

I also had a chance to look at my extra-curricular activities and my involvements with many organizations and the Creole hip hop movement. What I have come to realize is, I am doing exactly what I like to do. I enjoy the charity work and I don’t do it because I need to build my character, I actually enjoy seeing a smile on a kid’s face. I have a lot of personal stories that I wish not to post on my blog (my journal is gonna make a lot of fortunes someday, so feel bless that I am sharing these stories with you…for free…lol). While in Haiti last week, my guys and I were not allowed to go anywhere by ourselves, but we had an opportunity to walk down this one block and there was this lady, in her mid 30’s, she was dirty, and sitting there begging for 1 Haitian gourdes, no one paid her any mind as she continuously asked for just one gourdes so she can buy something to eat. As we’re passing by, I really had no Haitian money in my pocket, so I felt bad that I would have to walk away from this woman and not give her a penny; it dawn on me that this woman have probably been eating dirt for the past few days and probably have never had a decent meal, so I reached in my wallet, and gave her a bill. While it may have been a big deal to her but to me it was a simple act of kindness, which I have been doing all of my life. 2 days later, I saw this woman again, and this time she was well groomed, and while still asking for money, she was looking a lot better. She’s somebody’s mother, could have been my own…

I suppose I have reached the conclusion that I still have a lot of becoming ahead of me. As a human being, I have a long way to go in trying to be like Christ. I look forward to improving in each and every area of my life and I know that God will continue to bless me and allow me to do things for others. I’m not where I thought I’d be when I reached 27 (I am ahead of schedule), but you know, I’m pretty happy with where I am. Its so cliché, but I feel like I have so much ahead of me. There are so many exciting things happening in the world and so many opportunities to help people learn. I’m glad to have my place in all of it, at least until things change again and I go off on my next adventure.

As for my love life, who knows, I just need you to not read too much into me flirting with people. I would like for you to believe that you’re the only one that I want but then again I guess I have a lot of convincing to do. Le combat continue…