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Synopsis

Have you ever had to make a decision that could change you life? Its not that taking either path would lead you into the realms of destruction anymore then the other however you can only choose one. Which ever one it is that you chose you have to understand that you now have to live with it for the rest of your life.
Sharmaine James embarked upon this issue one day when she hears about the murder of a Youth Community Group leader. The recreational centre would be forced to shut down if Sharmaine didnt step up. Sharmaine would have to choose to give up her childhood dream of going into medical sciences or turn her back on the group of kids who are doing positive things at the rec. Centre.
Sharmaine finds herself in a sticky situation and seeks God for his wisdom and his guidance. When Sharmaine finally makes a decision she gets into a problem with her parents and is kicked out of the house.
Sharmaine goes through a lot of turmoil trying to reassure herself that she made the right decision, always turning to the wisdom and guidance of God to give her comfort. Through this hard time Sharmaine gets the chance to share her experience with her two best friends Jessy and Teresa as well as her cousin Reggie. All of them encourage Sharmaine with their tales of choices and the struggle it takes to come to a good conclusion and they realize that everyone has so go through a time in their life where it seems like everything is just falling apart. The actuality of it is that this is the thing that unities us all as humans.
How will this decision effect Sharmaine and her relationship with her family? Just watch and see.

When Enuff is Enough! - Culture of Disrespect

Da Whole Truth

When enuff really is enough!

First off let me start by thanking all the people who have been viewing Da Whole Truth broadcasting. Even though it has not yet reached the desired viewing and ratings as yet even if one or two of you are getting the message then my work must continue. Special shout outs to all the vloggers who are using this opportunity to bring awareness to social issues to encourage activism, cause entertainment with purpose is very necessary.

Anyways the topic off this episode today is social behavior. this topic came about while i was taking a look into an Ebony Magazine. The title caught my attention. ''Who you callin' a ..... EBONY Magazine engages Black America in an honest examination of race, language and the culture of disrespect.'' As soon as I saw that title i picked up the magazine and started to read.

The article was talking about the black society and how disrespect has now become one of the celebrated aspects of our unique culture, even more so that of our media culture, from songs of carnel exploitations of women like the ying yang twins hit song ''booty rocking everywhere,'' to the overexploited term of the words like bitch the black society is notorious for making these vulgar terms a playful accessory to the Western vocabulary.

Okay so now that you get a general idea of what this particular article was about let me now let you know how I feel about this topic.

I will start off by saying that this issue is one that i have thought about on my own and never really came to a solidified resolution to help this problem. The question comes about, is it even solvable and, does my individual contribution even matter on the scale that this problem has already escalate to. The greatest issue concerning this is has our mentality taken us to the point where this has actually become part of our identity and culture. Now my brothers, and sistas don't come down on me because of this and viewers of other races im talking about all of the Western society not just black people, we are in the highlight only because this happened to be a black magazine that i was reading. On a whole our Western society tends to glorify disrespect, rather than to frown upon it.

One of the main reasons why we feel that this is acceptable is because we often times do not recognize the consequences of our actions. We don’t recognize that teaching the public that it's okay to call a woman a bitch enough times can result in a spiral drop in self-esteem and force her to take on the persona of a bitch and end up pregnant, on drugs, and suicidal. Okay that might be a little farfetched; so how about calling a girl a bitch just might invoke others to treat her like one resulting her involvement with an abusive man which eventually leads up to her premature death.

Oh and lets not forget the usage of the word nigger. minorities have now taken this word and has embraced it as their own. And it is not only the rap artists who are embracing this negative title but also even elect persons in dignitary positions. What are they thinking some many ask, ''This is our word.'' this is the response with the most popular vote. Well then if that is the case let's take a look at what he meaning of this word is.

According to the oxford dictionary the word nigger means..
1. contemptible,despicable,inferior.
2. a black person. a member of dark-skinned people. A contemptible or inferior person; a socially or economically disadvantaged person.

Now I don't know about anyone else but right about now being called a nigger would be the last thing that I would want. And that was the purpose for this word to offend and classify the black slaves as the inferior species. And now that we have gotten out of slavery we want to keep the title? I don't know about you but I'd rather not. I feel that to have any races name beside a word that describes a lack of human dignity is politically, socially, and morally incorrect. The bottom line is that it is downright disrespectful. Take for example if someone were to place your grandmother's name next to the word whore. I would be very sorry for who ever came up with that idea!

But why should they even care, our Western society has already passed that. We have turned it around and have used it to our advantage. So what if the rest of the world still holds the traditional values and considers my people as inferior beings, and if the other races are succeeding in their attempt to bring us down. I'm still a nigger. That's our word.

Sometimes I wonder where people get their philosophies. However that doesn't stop the problem. When dealing with situations like these where the disrespect in our culture is being celebrated, there is only one resolution. The founder of FuBu said it best. ''I'ts just like business... if you don't like it, then don't support it.'' And even though he didn’t mean it in a positive aspect he was right on.

There is too much evidence that even though we say that we don’t like the messages that our culture tells others about us, and even more educates our young about how they should treat one another, we are still buying up those cds, watching those shows, saying those words, and basically acting ignorant. Where is the ethics? Are we going to continue to prove the generations before us in their constant interrogations that our generation is immoral and grossly intolerable? If this disgusting trend continues to fester then where will we be ten to fifteen years from now? Maybe the first words from a baby’s mouth will no longer be ''momma'' or ''dada'', but rather ''hey hoe!'' or ''What's up my nigga!'' But then again by then we would all just think that it was cute.


CYA RESPECT

We Fight Because...

We Fight Because…

We fight because we are ignorant beings living in a world that we will never admit that we DONT fully understand.
Basically because we don’t understand ourselves.
Everything has become a threat to us, so to eliminate that threat we kill our neighbors, and eventually we kill ourselves.
We don’t know how to STOP.
Some may say its in our nature.
We know that the earth’s life span ticks away with time as does ours.
But do we understand that we C_UT it shorter then it out to be?
I think we do that’s why we fight.
As stupid as we are, we are not fools to misunderstand that this is a race to the top and the only way to win is if while you are at the number one spot, the top of your game the finishing line is no more than millimeters away.
What good is being first at the start of the race only to end up last by the end of the race?
So the solution is to bring the end to you.
Forget about the generations behind.
Pollute their air, destroy their land, and waste their resources.
Kill their ancestors, murder their parents.
FINISH THE HUMAN RACE!
Why do we fight?
Because SOMEONE always has to WIN!

CYA, RESPECT.

BLACK HISTORY MONTH REVAMP!

Hello World what’s up?
So it’s Feb 24th 2010 and technically it is still Black History Month so I don’t want to see no slack from yal out there talking about how I’m so late. Anyways I thought it very important to at least say a few words on this blog about the Legacy of Black People and not just to shove a whole load of facts down your throat. I was reading an issue from my school news paper “Excalibur” and it was talking about Black History Month (BHM) and how we get lost in the facts and the history and totally are ignorant to the fact that we are now living what will be considered Black History to the future generations. And needless to say that knocked me over like a ton of bricks. It brought me back to a conversation I was having with Mr. Gooden my business partner and co-founder of The Envisioners Productions about today’s music and what could possibly be seen as the musical revolution of the future. We touched on issues like “we think that we have reached the pivotal point. And that everything that might ever be made in music has already been made and discovered.” Clearly we are limiting ourselves to the events of the past, not as much as even recognizing the fact that in order for our future, or legacy as described by the article to bring forth new ideas, creations, and achievements we need to look forward and push towards our own destiny.
Harriet Tubman, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr, Rosa Parks, Malcolm X, Maya Angelou, Shirley Cesar, Scissile Tyson, Nelson Mandela just to name a few, didn’t go through what they did so that they could be hung up on a wall for black people of the future to gaze at. NO! They did what they did because they understood that there was a better calling for the future of their children, and children’s children, and so on. I highly doubt that they would condone the very idea of BHM because we are very much capable of doing ground breaking acts and making world shaking changes in OUR PRESENT DAY!
This BHM I am imploring everyone to disregard our traditional ways of celebration, get out of the past and press on towards the future! If all of our greats had celebrated BHM the way we do we would all still be SLAVES! Working for Massa down at the plantation! SNAP OUT OF IT PEOPLE! We can make great changes today, and many black people have been integral members of our society today making a difference, seeking out to create a better future for their children, and children’s children. We have not discovered all that there is to be made as yet. We are still an integral part of BLACK HISTORY the legacy continues.
WHAT WILL YOUR STORY SAY?

CYA RESPECT

Love Knows No Bounds

lol yah so I saw this picture and thought it was so cute at first ... then I thought about it for a second... Who the hell is gonna pick them up when their finished???...i'll leave you to think about that one.

CYA RESPECT

The importance of Action vs Reactions

Hey coming to yal with a short blog. It is so important for us to understand the importance of Actions and our Reactions to them. This short story tells a lot about this important part of life. Remember that every action that you make in life will evoke an array of possible reactions. So in knowing these facts always strive to do the best and be the best you especially when you are interacting with others. Being da queen *itch is not a good look 24/7. And not to mention yal hustlers that be hustling even at granny's b-day party got your swag looking like the long walk Bob the town drunk had to walk during his last DUI. It aint hot, it aint fresh, it aint swag. People need to start understanding that in order to have your game on point, you gotta have a point to your game. Who knows what your killer smile can do for an un suspecting stranger who just happens to be having a really bad day? You can do so much good unaware and these are the most important moments that make up our lives.
So… READ THE STORY LEAVE A COMMENT!

CYA RESPECT


The Cab Ride
Author Unknown



I arrived at the address and honked the horn.
After waiting a few minutes I walked to the
door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a
frail, elderly voice. I could hear something
being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened.. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was
covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no
knickknacks or utensils on the counters.
In the corner was a cardboard box filled with
photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to
the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the
cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I
told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers
the way I would want my mother
treated'.

'Oh, you're such a good boy', she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address
and then asked, 'Could you drive
through downtown?'

'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..

'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry.
I'm on my way to a hospice'.

I looked in the rear-view mirror.
Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have
any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..
'The doctor says I don't have very long.'
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city.
She showed me the building where she had once
worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and
her husband had lived when they were
newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a
furniture warehousethat had once been a
ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a
particular building or corner and would sit staring
into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the
horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me.
It was a low building, like a small convalescent home,
with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up.
They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to
the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.

'Nothing,' I said

'You have to make a living,' she answered.

'There are other passengers,' I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.
She held onto me tightly.

'You gave an old woman a little moment
of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the
dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.
It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift.
I drove aimlessly lost in thought.
For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.
What if that woman had gotten an angry
driver, or one who was impatient
to end his shift? What if I had refused to take
the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have
done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives
revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully
wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY
WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL
ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
You won't get any big surprise
in 10 days if you send this to ten people. But,
you might help make the world a little kinder
and more compassionate by sending it on and
reminding us that often it is the random acts of
kindness that most benefit all of us.


Thank you, my
friend...

THE ODD COUPLE LOL

I saw this picture on a site and I just had to comment. To all of those out there who feel that they are in a relationship thats odder then a squash and a strawberry in a peapod look at this picture... In the words of the late Micheal Jackson "you are not alone."
arent they just so cute... why can't we all just get a long? "we owe nothing but love, just love, sweet love." - Etena

CYA, RESPECT.