Yep.. I’ve been gone.. but no worries, I’ve been in Iraq. (Again)Luckily for me (and all liberals) Pres. Obama has successfully “pulled” our troops out of Operation Iraqi Freedom. (insert applause)

No joke… as soon as Obama made the speech saying all U.S. troops would come home, I got on plane to the southern comfort of my home. A few days later I was eating pork and drinkng wine; all the things I had missed while deployed to the desert.

So, the question is: Is bringing home the troops enough to secure re-election for Pres. Obama? — You’ll have to come back for the next post for that one…

As for now, I’m enjoying a much needed vacation… =)

…To be continued… =)

I GRADUATED YESTERDAY!!!! Well, the ceremony was yesterday, but of course I wasn’t there to walk. Bittersweet… Sweet because my mom walked across the stage & accepted my degree. Couldn’t have been a better ending to my undergraduate career. Plus it was, in her words, “the best Mother’s Day present ever!” LOL! (such a good boy)

I finished my Bachelor of Arts Journalism program at Stillman College in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. The best 7 years of my life! (Don’t laugh! I had to make sure I learned everything they had to offer = over achiever!) So I did. Four years of band, three of choir, two with the track team, & I spent the final two actually being an academic scholar… I had two breaks for military duty, including a year long tour in Iraq. Soooo, I’m pleased.

I’m most happy because I was able to overcome my own wasteful habits & finish what & where I started. I learned a lot about being low on the totem pole & just how much pride lies in matriculating at an HBCU. (Did I mention I was in the band?!) –

I pledged, I loved, I survived hurricanes & soooo many tornados, I acquired significant debt in student loans, I paid bills on my own, I bought a car, I lost good friends… I’ll never forget my time spent at Stillman but I’ve already moved on to the next stage in my life.

I’ll be waving my Stillman banner in Iraq for the second time in three years. Then when I return, I’ll put my degree to work & pay a lot of taxes.

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Hail to Thee our Alma Mater
Hail, oh Hail

Stillman!

1. Listen…

2. Respect

3. Space

4. Persistance

5. Submission

Listen to his actions. Even if he doesn’t say anything, look back to the guy/gal you met & fell for & compare his growth to the current point. Is he depressed, confused, unhappy? Be flexible. If you exhert love & affection mixed with the loyalty I’ve already mentioned, you’ll get it back. Now, I know, I know, women always are on top of it. Just open your eyes a lil more. If you want higher, take him there. Bey said it best, “lemme upgrade u!”

While you’re listening, respect his wishes. This is especially important to all variations of guys whether he cuts hair in the local shop, works to get his 4.0 in grad school, or is one of those college thugs hustling on the side gazebo by King Hall. If you outwardly show respect to his hustle & his movement, he’ll take notice & “want” to appreciate you more. You know the saying: if you don’t, somebody will… So true. Find out who he believes he is.

Then, give him space to be a man… Simple right? Chile, do that.
* This means don’t nag…

Of course carry persistance… Consistently… Got it?

Then remember to be submissisve… (Oh boy, I know half of ya’ll stopped readin right there.. smh) but seriously, think about it like this… Everything you do for him includes some form of being submissive. Ya know, when you do ya hair the way he likes it, or make the bed after he laid in it, or even when u wash his clothes to make sure he doesn’t smell like someone else… *raises eyebrow* — You’re still submitting yourself as a helper; his partner. Don’t go so far & lose “your” focus or yourself, but go ahead & take it a step further. (Don’t be Ceilie but don’t be Shug either!)

I could go on & on about what makes relationships work, better, blah, blah, blah but it really comes down to communication & compatibilty. If u don’t talk or ur not meant, “just ain’t gone work!” If you really, really wanna know what a man want’s & what he looks for in a woman, check the ancient text of Proverbs 31. If you excell at being “that” woman, the man that’s your’s will not neglect you. Trust!

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The greatest task one can ever take on is letting go
of themselves. He may be the type of person who
believes he is never wrong, or maybe that he may be
wrong all of the time. When he decides to give in
totally to a higher power and let go of his control
over himself; he accomplishes more than he ever will
again. He has to sacrifice some of the things his
flesh has hoped into existence. He has to cancel the
attitude that he has prepared for himself. He has to
abolish his indepent and uncompromising ways and call
upon someone of higher statue to be consistently
humble and obeident to will. He must forgive that
which he doesnt want to forgive. He must take on
responsibilities he hasn’t wanted before. He must
decipher right and wrong; temptation and will. He must
start his life anew as a baby; completely dependent on
his mother’s guidance to form that which he shall be.
He must look to her for his daily bread, his place to
rest his head, his educational destiney, and all other
things will be added unto him. He must fully rely on
not what he sees but what he beileves to be. He comes
to a point even after his new birth where he can
either grow or walk away in adolescent mistakes. He
then even still has the chance to come home to the
wound of his comforter; which all leads back to the
desicion of letting go of himself. The greatest task
one can ever take.
-Kap

I never thought I’d say this, but, I’m having a secret love affair.

Have you ever felt like nothing else mattered or seemed just right? Like, nothing was wrong or going bad, but you just felt some kind of way about every second you lived. I’m feeling that. I feel as if, honestly, I miss God. Almost like, I’ve been away from Him for too long & now, I miss Him. I can’t stop thinking about Him. I can’t stop listening to the music we share. I go to bed thinking about the times He touched me & then I smile, call Him, & when He comes over, I fall asleep in His arms. No homo.

He’s my everything & I’m enjoying our relationship. Meditating on Him….

Philippians 4:8 (New International Version)
8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things