I owe it to Barack Obama to go to Law School

okay, its been a while so I am going to write this blog; not only out of necessity, but as another opportunity to vent and try to come to some peace with things going on in my mind. [i promise I'm not crazy...pinky.] For about the past few years of my college career; [sings: I just want it to be over- Keyshia Cole] I have been single handedly dealing with the greatest debate of my life, upon graduation [it it ever indeed comes] do I go to law school or pursue my life long dream of becoming an actor...

[backstory]

Tuesday, October 28, 2009; four of the best friends, [at that time] ventured off to see Barack Obama. [one of my biggest inspirations] We walked from Norfolk State University to Harbor Park, feeling the energy of the world and wanting to relive [in our own way] the monumental moment of past generations. [Martin Luther King Jr.] We waited in line for hours huddled up together, brought pins and took pictures. I have never [and probably will never] feel anything like it again. [not in this lifetime] long story short- after the speech we got to shake Obama's hand, just before he was elected President. [The moment that made me view everything differently] I was thrilled, inspired, giddy, overwhelmed, grateful, astonished... [the list goes on] I read Dreams from My father and only appreciated this great man [my mentor whether he knows it or not] more and more...

[back to the story, I feel like I'm rambling and am not nearly taking as much time to articulate this epic moment half as eloquently as i should...] so, yeah, I often feel conflicted as what I should do with my life and tell people, [half jokingly] that I owe it to Obama to go to law school. The fact of the matter is, that i do indeed believe I owe it to the first Black President of the United States of America to go to law School; to be connected with the community of this world and affect change; to widen my horizon prospectively; to attain knowledge in every way possible. [i could go on, but wont.] I feel it would be completely selfish of me to become an actor without at least pursuing a degree of higher education and defaming the names of the ancestors whose backs I stand on. [thats heavy ya'll read it again.]

Padre brought something to my attention earlier today as he reminded me, "You don't owe it to Obama you owe it to me" he was completely right as we continued to discuss the issue, and i say to you all, [but will use myself as to keep it personal and not step on any toes]

I owe not only Barack Obama a degree of higher learning in law [my choice]

I owe Martin Luther King Jr;Malcolm X,;Rosa Parks;Hill Harper; Angela Bassett;Cornell West; Sojourner Truth; Oprah Winfrey... [okay you get the picture, I'm not gonna talk your head off]

I do however, wish to say that as a society and the Black community we forget the connection we have to each other and past generations. I equate whole heartedly, not going to grad school to not voting [without any shame or regret] we [HAVE] to wake up and realize that its bigger than us and our own personal agenda's, its more than just substantiating myself as a prestigious Black man [ i could do that with any career] its about stabilizing and connecting the generations before me with those to come and making my mark on this world completely organic; For it is indeed [MY] (as in our) responsibility to prepare our backs for the next generation to stand on...

P E A C E .

Dear S A N T A....

i like boys,

but not just any boy.

In particular,

a certain type

of boy.

Charming Intelligence,

Confident Approach,

Brilliant Style,

Devastating Timbre,

handsome of course;

Im usually attracted to

a light skinned boy.

tall [-er] than me,

treading the thin line between confident and cocky.

pretty brown eyes [sings Amerie ft Trey Songz YUUUP]

great speaking voice,

anything else?

certainly;

self driven, motivated.

affectionate, when appropriate,

family oriented,

likes to read and enjoys good books, movies, plays, and television.

LOVE.

KEiTH ANDRE.

P.S. [please reply, if my wish list is too long; Im sure amendments can be amendments can be made to ensure we produce the best product.]

P E A C E .

Tis so sweet...

As I sit here in solitude; silence, but not really. The fireplace crackles at my back, the power is out so I figure I will take a second and reflect.

on what?

idk yet. Haven’t made up my mind. I guess we can start with the obvious and see where it gets us. There is a severe flood warning from now [Wednesday] until Friday. I like to think of it as a monsoon outside! [thats one of my favorite words.] The wind is ridiculous; leaves are polluting the yards and the rain refuses to cease. My brother is sitting here listening to my ipod, Padre in his “studio” moving drums around, and I, on my macbook [smiley face] itunes on shuffle, of course, currently listening to Mariah Carey, Candy Bling. The more I grow and learn the more aware I become of the fact that Music is indeed a religion, healer, friend; to name a few. I mean, every song has a distinct and succinct sound vicariously carried out through the instrumentation with the help of a singer in order to effectively communicate with me. [i’ll make this personal.] Only the songs that touch my spirit, one way or another, are even allowed into the sanctuary of my itunes library. Each song downloaded at a specific time in the midst of a specific situation in order to give me the encouragement, reinforcement, humility; or whatever it may be, to go on with life. [It gets extremely hard you know] The presence of God is felt [or “the magic happens”] when praise and worship begins. After over 200 songs have “filled the sanctuary” which is almost always on shuffle, the very one my spirit yearns to be heard is played; as if my ipod knows me. A song that I rarely hear, a song that I even forgot was downloaded, or my favorite song at the moment. It gives me life, makes me cry, think, or write. I am truly inspired by the music and can get through any situation. The “pastor” is not genre [analogous to race] specific. He or She may be gospel, rock, rap, neo-soul or r and b. Pastor is rarely long winded but each moment of our time together is precious and affective. The positivity resounds in my spirit and by alter call I am complete; equipped and prepared for the upcoming week and can’t wait to get back. Fortunately enough, I have God, know him personally, and have him to get me through everyday of the week. [listen to ipod everyday.] To be honest it is our personal relationship that completely outcasts and overshadows anything or anyone else.

P E A C E .