I met a black man today. A beautiful, handsome black man. Low cut with his lining right. Glasses polished and sitting properly on his face. He smiled, with full lips, from inside a goatee. He looked directly at me when he introduced himself. I raised an eyebrow when he told me what side of town he lived in and where he grew up. Amazed, I raised the other eyebrow when he told me how many siblings he had. Two have crossed over to the other side.
During our conversation, he informed me that he had no religious affiliations Yoga was his form of feeding his spirit, along with prayer and daily meditation.
It was as if I were reading his life, turning pages going from one chapter to the next. He had a lot to say, but it was the way he said it that caught my attention.
This bush baby had to stay in the bush. Hidden away from the world. He was born to be a bush baby, to grow, confined by body, his mind roamed galaxies. Inspiring legacies. I met a black man confined to life.
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Peace and Blessings, that is what people expect when we see each other. If they don't hear a "Peace and Blessings" they start asking questions. It's funny how life can take you to where you began. That's what happened over here. We'll get to that a little later. So Mama Raminyah is a glorious misunderstanding to all those uninitiated souls. She's not without her challenges of course. It's just that the common motto is "God lives IN me AS me."