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Black men are not valued enough, they have a “stigma” of being uneducated, unsuccessful, criminals and violent; and for this my heart aches.

“When I wake up
          every morning
                the very first thing
                          that comes into my mind
Oh my God!
         I am a black man.”

From “This is how I miss Africa”, collection of poems by Ghanaian poet George Graves-Sampson.

I love my father, my brothers, my friends and those who stand in the truth of their essence.

Someone told me we all matter, Black, White and everything in between. Yes we do, but see White men are valued “by default”, Black men instead are not; when they try to affirm their potential, they are shot in the streets and left to die and there is no cloth that can dry their mother’s tears and the sorrow of a sister.

I want Black young men to know that they matter, like everyone else!

Dear Black men, I want you to know I value you and your efforts to change the conversation and make this life work and right are being seen. For Others success appears in the form of default, but it seems like yours has to be the exception to the rule. No. You also, dear Black men, are the rule. You are the rule of success, the rule of greatness, the rule of extra-ordinary.

Many at time you may fall down, with your face on the ground, your knees down. Don’t give up. Push a little harder. Don’t give up just yet. It might take you the-twice-as-hard-rule, but it’s ok: the strength is in your soul, the might in your mind. You are worth it, you are a conqueror, you are king, you are valued, you are loved, from personal to universal and that is unconditional.

Dear young Black men, I see you. You are writers, intellectuals, artists, activists, public speakers, scholars, psychologists but also musicians, singers, theatre actors, designers, painters. I see you and I value you so much.

I know every day of this life shit goes on and your credibility passes through lenses of un-acceptance and scrutiny is the glasses through which the eye of power observes you, but it’s ok. Do what you are doing; be good at what you do, work the dream, work the cause, be your best and finest in working your art and craft. In all you do seek God, be educated, be honest, connect with people, shine your light, share your talent, get your hard earned money, dress well and, most of all, stay humble in your truth and essence; never stop igniting your fire to please the soul of the weak-hearted because “no weak heart shall prosper”.

The rest will follow and even though you may have to crawl sometimes, your uplifting will be yours, waiting for you at the door of prosperity.


Dear Black Men, I value you.