Having a Moment: The Black Panther and breaking away from decoding/analyzing the movies of our enemies



From The Melanin Man:

Disclaimer: This is not a spoiler alert. There will be no DECODING/ANALYZING conducted on this post. I refuse to waste precious energy on decoding such tomfoolery.

(For those of you who wish to read that, click here, here, here, here and here. And here. AND here. There brothers and sisters of mine have already done a beautiful job of that.)

Reluctantly this morning I accompanied my wife to watch probably (let’s be honest, it is) the most hyped Black movie of all-time Black Panther. Previously I told myself I wasn’t going to rush and watch the movie, in part due to the obscene amount of hype it has received thus far. The other reason was because I felt it was not worth the price of admission.

And of course I was right. And why do I feel this way, you ask?

I certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that I don’t need to be entertained like I’m a child (why do we feel the need to still be entertained, fam? why are we STILL exhibiting childlike behavior?)  Maybe I’m in a different space mentally and spiritually right now. Maybe I’ve separated myself from the pack to the point that simple pleasures such as observing Black-African cultural symbolism in a positive light on a stupid 2-D screen does not even move me anymore.

Leave it to Disney (yuck!) to get us to feel good about being Black!

I’m through with all of the faux symbolism and feel-good stories we see in fantasy TV-land that we cannot seem to figure out as people to actualize in our REAL LIVES.

Sometimes I wonder when that time will come when we will cease to decode and analyze the foolishness that is thrown to us by the powers-that-be and begin to apply that knowledge in reality. For those of us who are NOT caught up in that entertainment mentality, how many more movies do we have to study and breakdown before we get the picture and make the changes that we need to change?

I’m not excluded from that question. I’m holding myself accountable as well.

Do we really get what’s going on? Or are we feeling special because we know a little something something?

Now don’t get me wrong, for the majority of our people who are literally SPIRITUALLY DEAD there is obviously a need to do such a thing.  But I’ve realized awhile ago that a individual’s return to consciousness (whether they’re  melanin-rich or not) should be left to them and them only. At some point, for the few of us who are privy to the madness, we may have to shun DEAD WEIGHT until it decides to LIVE AGAIN, so we can do real work.

I mean, there is no way The Black Panther should be the cultural phenomenon  that it is amongst our people. A superhero movie? REALLY?!

There may be one truth that I’ve learned from the movie (or rather reinforced since I’ve been feeling this way for a awhile now) and the hoopla that surrounds it, and that is this:

The greatest trick ever pulled by an oppressor to the oppressed is to have them think they’re oppressed in the first place. “

Once you know who you are and where you come from, you cease to be a victim no matter the circumstances.

Learn your history, fam. Preferably through a book performed through intense research and scholarship (don’t get stuck on white-man validation, either) and not some damn fantasy flick.


FUCK BLACK PANTHER! There, I said it.




Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

“Ignorance is NOT bliss. Willful ignorance breeds COWARDS to responsibility.”








Food for Thought: The Most Invaluable Lesson I Learned from Growing My Own Food

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From The Melanin Man:

Since I returned to corporate plantation six months (don’t judge me lol) I had to cease my gardening activities. Also due to the fact the seasons were changing and we’re planning to move from our current location in less than six months from now, it made sense to get ready to move on from gardening for the time being.

After going through the experience of growing my own food, besides realizing the obvious importance of sunlight in the growth and development of my crops, there was one other thing I learned that has become the most underappreciated fact in today’s society:

Growing your own food, especially in the organic manner, takes TIME!!

Big whoop de doo, right?!

Well, I thought about the time, not even a hundred years ago, before the modern-day refrigerator were introduced to the general public and grocery stores as we know them were non-existent. The probability of eating home-grown food or at the very least eating secondhand food that was fresh and organic was no less than 85%, I’m assuming. But I don’t think I’m that far off base.

But anyway, I know for the simplest and easiest crops it takes at least 55-60 days to have a fully-developed product, and that’s when conditions (climate and weather, soil, hungry wildlife etc.) are up to par. There was always the chance that your crops could get washed away by a destructive storm or you have visits from critters and creatures of all sizes who don’t know that the crops they’re eating is not theirs. What a deflating feeling to have your hard labor and meal ticket ( no pun intended) destroyed in one fell swoop. Keep in mind this is happening 80-100 years ago when today’s technology wasn’t yet in widespread use. And although there have methods of storing foods in those times prior to the modern era, it was no where today’s methods where you can freeze your food for a indefinite amount of time and have the ability to eat that same food year or two later.

Now let me ask you a question:

Do you ever hear of people starving in those times?

That’s what the-powers-that be claim! Or is there a hidden agenda in play? (Of course there is!)

I DO know there are millions of people starving today in, allegedly, the most advanced, technological period in human history. Even if you do have means to afford it or not. The malnourishment of food today, which is NOT a coincidence, is a very HUGE concern than in centuries past. I’m pretty confident that the food produced in the past held people over in far longer periods than the food today.

And if that’s the case, how often did people eat when the vegetables, fruits, and even the livestock (for you meat eaters lol) was not manipulated and stripped of its nutrients?

How long could we go without eating in that reality, considering that the air (the first thing we “eat”) and water was cleaner then than now and again the food production was NOT time friendly?

Are we even suppose to be eating everyday? Just something to think about, fam.

I know one thing…I have greater appreciation for the process of growing your own food. I can’t wait till we move so I can start my garden over again.

Hopefully I can learn some more life lessons. Enjoy the day, fam!

Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

ED vs. EL: “Eating Right” Should ONLY Be a Tool For Greater Things

From The Melanin Man:

If you’ve been following this blog since its inception, you know that I was very big on the eating aspect of the oppression Black Melanin-Dominant people, well the majority of the world’s population for that matter, are subjected to.

Also, I mentioned how I myself lost a ton of weight (actually over 100 pounds!) due in large part of changing my eating lifestyle. I gave up meat entirely and have not touched it once for the better part of two years. Although I dibbled and dabbled with a little egg and cheese every so often, it’s not habitual and I could see myself one day (probably very soon) kicking it to curb just like I have with animal flesh.  I’ve cut down on a tremendous amount of processed foods in favor for more fresh organic fruits and vegetables. I still have a back and forth with sweets and sugar in general, especially around the “holiday season” and birthday celebrations. But on most occasions, I don’t let my sweet tooth get the best of me.

(To be honest, I don’t know if I’ll ever give up sugar entirely. But if I had to choose which  I could live without, sugar or sex, I would definitely NOT be choosing sex!!)

The change was definitely worth it. I was inspired to create a garden and grow some of my own food. I had the audacity to run 5ks, 10ks, and even did a half-marathon! I was wearing medium-sized clothes for crying out loud! I didn’t imagine being that small when I first began my journey. I mean, I had gotten so small I had loved ones thinking I had an illness. Smh. Nevertheless I felt great on the outside as well as on inside, physically and spiritually.

Well, over the last year I have accumulated a fair amount of weight. The new medium sized clothing I only had for a little over a year’s time was getting a little snug around my chest and midsection (lol!); recently I had to buy some large-sized clothes so I wouldn’t be looking a hot mess.  I have not ran like I did since the beginning of 2017. In fact I could count on one hand how many times I’ve ran since September.

I still maintain the same vegetarian/ half-the-time vegan lifestyle, although I have to admit I may be eating a little more than I did when I was losing weight. Granted when I was losing weight there were days when I would eat basically nuts and berries (I’m being sarcastic, but you get the picture) or go without eating entirely (I was “fasting.”) Also, I begin to incorporate some weight training exercises in my daily routine, so some muscle increase was only natural (while looking back at pictures I took when I was  at “stick” size, I lost way more muscle mass than I intended to.) Working at a desk job has had an effect obviously of course, especially on my running activities (add the ridiculous winter weather to that list as well.  If you live in Georgia, you know the fall and winter seasons here is usually pretty mild. Not this year for some reason.)

Thankfully I’ve matured intellectually and spiritually over that same time to realize that simply “eating right and staying in shape” will not cure all of my ills and the alleged shortcomings I may have as a person. I credit that to my desire to learn and acquire knowledge concerning the true nature of this world and its inhabitants, specifically my Black kinfolk. I now over-stand that the benefit and responsibility of consuming real, nutritious food is only a tool to attain and maintain knowledge of self, which I truly believe I have at this very moment that I’m typing this. 

In my opinion, anything else that does not involve reaching that goal is an exercise in ego-boasting.

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m proud that I lost over 100 pounds.

I’m thrilled to say that I ran a half-marathon in my lifetime.

I’m ecstatic that I’ve not eaten any animal flesh longer than most people would think to try.  Yet at the end of the day I value more that those accomplishments aided me in strengthening the love, appreciation, and respect that have for myself, my brothas and sistas, and especially my ancestors.

That is the accomplishment that I’m most proud of.

So ask yourself this question, Black Man and Black Woman:

What’s the point in living a long life in this repetitious, parasitic, sadistic paradigm and you can’t fully be the UNIQUE BEING that you were designed and destined to be?

Let’s strive for more than simple vain achievements we were told were worth celebrating.

That’s where I’m am at the moment.


Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man







The Melanin Man’s Christmas Rant Part 1: It’s True…Santa Claus Does Exist!

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From the Melanin Man:

This is going to be short but I wanted to share a thought with you today. For those of you that still acknowledge the day, it’s almost Christmas and time is running out to give away our moneys and energies to attain the latest and greatest toys and gadgets that will most definitely be obsolete the moment you buy them.

But I’m not going to harp about that. I wanna focus on that FAT-ASS fictional character we trick our gullible offspring into believing at a very young age.

Mister Santeeee Claus!!!!

Yet the thing is, Santa Claus is not fictional. He’s most definitely alive and well.  Think about it. A jolly old obese white man who lives on the cold frigid environment of the North Pole and provides everything that your kids (and you at one point before you assumedly became an adult)  want and have asked him once a year.

Whom does that remind you of?

Hmmmm…wait a minute. This sounds familiar..

-Doesn’t the elite (the unseen powers-that-be) run and control ALL industries on the face of the earth that PROVIDES these latest and greatest toys and gadgets to the ignorant masses we throw our hard-earned monies on?

-Isn’t the majority of the elite (let’s be honest, about damn near all of them) white, European, Caucasian (**cough** Melanin-Recessive**cough**) who are cold-natured?

-Doesn’t the elite mainly keep out of the sight of the public eye for the most part as well?

-And ain’t this same elite getting FAT RICH AND POWERFUL off of that same hard-earned monies we continue to spend and give away to them for JUNK????

Yes, Santa does sound awfully like that parasitic elite.



Only difference is Santa comes once a year. The elite is a constant in every facet of our  lives…from the wiping of our asses and flushing of the toilet, to the way we raise and teach our sons and daughters!!!

Like a leech.

So in essence, Christmas in its modern form is really a holiday to the elite, personified through Santa Claus, as we foolishly pay homage to them at a higher than normal (see” “extreme”) level!

Consumerism and Materialism wins again!! Gotta love it!!!

(And for my “Hallelujah! Thank Ya Jesus!” believers, don’t give me the “Jesus is the reason for the season” bull-malarkey either. Not gonna get into that…this Christmas. Saving that for Part 2.)


The only thing I get from this time of year is an opportunity to see family and friends, even if I may or may not have beef with a few of them (lol!) And that’s ALWAYS been the case with me despite the charade of Christmas, or any holiday for that matter.

At the end of the day that’s what truly matters. Heh, I bet you’re thinking that’s a “Duh!” comment, right?!  Well, it’s OK to be reminded every once and a while. People do have a tendency to forget the truth (i.e. “Blacks were the first and only hue-mans on the planet, the REAL originators of civilizations, many eons ago.”)

So this “holiday”, appreciate your loved ones, revel in their presence, and be the best you that you can be.

Oh…and remember to stay conscious at ALL TIMES!



Peace and Love to melanated family,

The Melanin Man

“Am I a Capitalist by Nature or by Nurture?” – The Case for Cooperation over Competition for the Black Melanin-Dominant Man/Woman


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From the Melanated Man:

Recently I joined a burgeoning co-operative named ULU: Us Lifting Us, based in Atlanta, GA but geared specifically to the Black Melanin-Dominant community. This is the second cooperative (Sevananda Marketplace in Little Five Points of Atlanta) that I have chosen to join in the past 18 months. Both are ran and owned by a majority Black-Melanin Dominant populace, yet ULU only allows those of Black-African decent to purchase ownership.

I really do love and value my individuality, which is what gave me the confidence to create The Melanin Man blog. Yet when it comes to the task of uplifting my Black Melanin-Dominant brothers and sisters around the globe, I am only one cog within a larger apparatus. Which is why their are many more Black African minded bloggers besides myself to share the load as well. And that conviction is only magnified further by my personal decision to join within cooperatives that will directly benefit my peoples economically.

I have touched on the idea of entrepreneurship for the Black-Melanin Dominant once before. And to elaborate even further, I am of the opinion that entrepreneurship in its modern form is NOT NATURAL to the archetypal Black-Melanin Dominant men and women.  When it comes to “doing your own thang”, starting your own  business/company, one must first question their motives and intentions.

I know you may be working for a company that doesn’t value your TRUE worth, making kibbles and bits while the company continues to make millions off you. I know you may be tired of “dealing with white folk” on a daily basis, playing office politics, steadily trying to climb that ever elusive corporate ladder. I know you want to break away from the corporate version of the PLANTATION.

Trust me, I GET IT.

But besides the potential financial freedom that could be available to you and your immediate family, is your decision to delve into this Europeanized version of entrepreneurship really going to benefit your community? Our community, brothers and sisters, is NOT a charity nor a measly donation.

It is OUR responsibility to care and nurture it.

Again, is  capitalism by way of entrepreneurship the way to build up our community, brothers and sistas? For the longest I have had a huge ideological conflict with conforming to capitalism, even before I became more aware of the precarious conditions of the  Black-Melanin Dominant populace on the world stage. At times I’d ask myself, “Is this  really the ONLY effective way to make a living?”

For capitalism to thrive, not only do you need to develop new markets but you need to preserve your current markets as well (i.e. “keep them happy and coming back for more.” ) I don’t believe perpetuating, let alone participating in, a system that takes advantage of another. People’s needs can easily be manipulated, and they have been, just to keep the wheels rolling. Even the simple, sacred occupations that we choose to take up and we insist our children to do the same have been defiled by capitalism:

-Doctors in Western society won’t remain employed if their patients don’t get (and REMAIN) sick (see a repost: Medical Doctors: Are They Killing Us?  )

-There would be no reason for engineers to design the latest and greatest  (from cellphones to cars) with small incremental changes year to year if people as a whole decide to drive and keep the devices and contraptions for longer periods of time.

-Lawyers can’t make a buck while exploiting the law through a bias and corrupted justice code, and taking advantage of Western-induced stressful relationships through the current divorce racket.

And the list goes on and on and on and on…

Capitalism has been embedded in every fabric of our society, effecting the Black Melanin-Dominant man and woman the most, in  my opinion. We have been forced to embrace an acidic ideology, knowingly and unknowingly screwing each other over like crabs in a bucket just to “make a living.”  And when you began to embrace capitalism, TEN TIMES OUT OF TEN you tend to compromise your skills, your talents, your creativity, and ultimately your integrity to make a buck.  Are we rightfully serving the Black Melanin-Dominant community this way? Or are we simply just a group of BLACK-FACED small businesses in competition with one another? Our participation within this paradigm is hindering our progression toward true  SELF-DETERMINATION and SELF-RELIANCE.


There was once a time not too long ago where the idea of cooperation reigned supreme amongst our people. Within ancient African culture, the first and only one that matters when it comes to the world’s origins, it was THE foundation of our culture. It was expressed through the arts, education, economies, the family…all aspects of life.  It was understood that the individual was crucial and important to the stability of the collective. Yet at the end of the day, NO MAN OR WOMAN was greater than the collective. Not to say that it was perfect by any stretch of the imagination. More than likely our ancestors had their fair share of issues (i.e. past and present African tribalism)  amongst themselves. Nevertheless, it was (and still is) the essence of our DNA. Despite any incremental intricacies amongst any given tribe or nation of us, at the end of the day, we are still ONE people (check out the African constitution written in  Chancellor Williams “The Destruction of Black Civilization.” It accurately illustrates the core tenets of our culture once upon a time.)

Do you find lions organizing with hyenas? Do you see bears conversing with wolves? (If you have see any of this with your own naked eyes let me know.) I say this to say that we family need to stick together and be prejudice when it comes to taking care of business and one another, no matter our  personal background and circumstances. You may not agree with me, but I personally believe I have more in common with a drug dealer or serial criminal offender who is Black Melanin-Dominant than the guy/gal working in a cubicle next to me who is Arab/Asian/Caucasian with a seemingly kosher lifestyle. The only REAL difference between me and the drug dealer/serial drug offender is our response to the European colonialist construct we have been pressed to endure in spite of TRUE NATURE as a melanin-rich people.

Collective consciousness is indeed rising around the glove. Yet, the cream of the crop must take their rightful place on top.

My brothers and sisters, you are NOT my competition. You are my allies, my family. We must begin to work along, for, and with one another to reclaim that top spot once more.

It’s time to turn those words, the rhetoric we have been preaching, into tangible action.



Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man












Graduating from “Thank Ya” Jesus




From The Melanin Man:

From everything that is going on in the world these days, from the Las Vegas “massacre”, the shenanigans protests of the NFL, the undercover manipulation erratic and hectic hurricane season, YOU NAME IT, I can honestly say it is extremely difficult to keep attention on your own personal affairs. Granted, I have empathy and sympathy for those who were/are deeply affected by such travesties (minus the drama surrounding the NFL, which is a load of crap.) But there are just so many distractions in this paradigm that the most disciplined individual can get deeply side-tracked from their own development if they’re not careful.

Hence, which is part of the reason I am typing this long overdue post.

I have written many iterations of this sensitive topic, in my head. Some iterations were a little too emotional. Others were too safe and conservative. Then there were some iterations that were totally out in left field , totally off topic.

But now I feel like the one I am typing now fits my current perspective the best. And here goes…


Like the majority  Black-Melanin Dominant folk born and raised in the Deep South, I was well-versed on the story and miracles of JEEEEE-SUS.

Jesus walked on water.

Jesus helped a blind man see.

Jesus turned water into wine.

Jesus fed the multitude with five loaves and two fish.

Jesus died on the cross to save a wretched world from its sins… and resurrected three days later for kicks and giggles.

And just like the majority of Black-Melanin Dominant folk in the South, I was pressed to aspire to be like Jesus, in all facets of his life. (remember those WWJD? bracelets?) I was encouraged to call out the name of Jesus in my times of trouble, to ask for his protection and guidance in those moments when I needed it the most.

From the dinner table to the bedroom. You know the life, fam.

I could not EAT A MEAL at the dinner without first giving reverence to the man. I remember those many, many nights I was on my knees before I went to sleep, giving him even more reverence as if I did not just do the same at dinner only a few hours earlier.

“Can I get an AMEN, family?”

On the surface, there is nothing wrong with this lifestyle….honoring Jesus’ existence, constantly thanking him for his sacrifices to humanity as a whole,  aspiring to be like a man who was essentially God in the flesh! That sounds like a stable upbringing to me. My parents and elders trained me in the direction that I should go. This seems righteous and just…on the surface.

That upbringing sustained me through a complex childhood to the early years of an even more complex adulthood. So it had to have some validity to it. Right?!

Even though “Thank Ya” Jesus held me down during that time, I had unconventional questions that I could never answer with my conventional mind and thinking process, such as…

Who were God’s parents?

Why was God lonely?

What does God look like?

And the list goes on and on and on and on…

My life experiences (some of which are mentioned in the My Transformation post series and my impending memoir) and newfound desire for knowledge altered my perspective on not only on Mr. “Thank Ya” Jesus Christ, but Christianity and religion as a whole.

By unearthing a far-too-long neglected appreciation  for my Black-melanated skin,  for a very brief moment I was on the “Jesus is actually Black” tip. But that didn’t hold water with me for long because I knew their had to be more involved than simple skin color.

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My thirst for more truth led me into stumbling upon the little known fact that ALL world religions, from Buddhism to Judaism, owe its existence to the ancient African spiritual systems (see Ancient Egyptian mythology.) Which led me to an even more well-kept secret that the story of Jesus has an eerie similarity to other sacrificial savior-like tales such as those of the Egyptian God Heru, Buddha, Krishna, etc.has an eerie similarity to other sacrificial savior-like tales such as those of the Egyptian God Heru, Buddha, Krishna, etc.


With all of the information available in the world that makes a pretty convincing case that Jesus is more fairy tale like the Easter Bunny than actual factual real to the realest, common sense started to take over. And then one day I came to this realization…

There was one (if he even existed) Jesus Christ, and there will never be another.

There is only one me (I am NOT a robot and I DO EXIST!), there will NEVER be another!

This may sound like blasphemy to my God-fearing, Jesus-loving readers, but to those of you who are gifted with an abundance of melanin and are considered Black by the general public, YOU ARE AS GREAT AND IMPORTANT AS THE DEIFIED JESUS CHRIST!

Quick tidbit: The Bible, the GOOD BOOK, is not a literal interpretation of past events and simple morality instructions of. It is an  ASTROLOGICAL, METAPHYSICAL, SCIENTIFIC text detailing the inner workings of the Black Melanin-Dominant body/temple and it’s relationship between it and the cosmos.

“As above, so below.” Remember? We have to disregard the propaganda that has been pushed on us since Day 1.

We are not the CURSE of Ham!

We should be not obedient to our slave masters, seeking our riches in “heaven” after death.  (And no, slavery has not ended. It has only evolved into the “modern rat race.”)

The Bible was written by Ancient Africans THEMSELVES, in such a way that could not be detected by outsiders and intruders (Non-melanated individuals!) They foretold of a fall from grace that was upon us and is currently tragically playing out. They wrote in code through parables and tales to remind us of how we can retrieve our that GOD-self and our rightful position on this planet, through our BLACK-MELANATED temples.

This is OUR story, family. Truly I believe with all of my heart and might that it is. And Jesus is only one of many examples (in the Christian canon and not) that reminds us of how we can return to the GOD-self that is within US! 

Turning water into wine? What happens when you breath in oxygen to your lungs.

Helping a blind man see? What is the current state of Black Melanin-Dominant Man and Woman?

Dying on the cross, saving us from our sins? Sounds similar to shunning your flesh, your earthly, mundane desires to seek the God within yourself!

Trust me, there is many, many more interpretations.

Jacob’s ladder? How about the rising of the Kundalini  energy?

The seven seals mentioned in Revelations? Aren’t their SEVEN chakras, fam?


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Let me stop. I can go on and on. I give special thanks to the Elders who were able to decode the knowledge bestowed upon us by the ancestors that I am sharing with you…Dr. Valentine, Bobby Hemmitt, Dr. Blair, and that list goes on and on as well. I am grateful to have came across this perspective. Although I’m forever being enlightened and learning everyday, I think this is THE TRUTH. It resonates with me to the infinite percentile.

Because of its resonance, I’ve ceased to give reverence to a reference that is referring to me. I have graduated from mere external worship and turned my attention inward to uplifting myself toward a God-like frequency.  I, we, can obtain the kingdom of Heaven right here on Earth once again if we stop looking outside of ourselves for the answers we seek.

We must begin look within ourselves INTO THE NOTHINGNESS we have been gifted with.

We have the DARK MATTER within us to reach our limitless potential.

We are the TRUE, REAL essence of the Creator.


Jesus may or may not have been real, but you most definitely are (AGAIN… if you’re not a robot reading this lol.)

And that should mean something.


Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man









Question of the Day: Sugar over SEX?! REALLY?!


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From the Melanin Man:


I read this article the other day on Natural News (check it out: Sugar over sex? Almost half of those polled would rather give up sex for a year than sacrifice their daily sugar hit, dated September 22, 2017) that mentioned a recent poll conducted on Brits that they would rather give up sex for a year than sacrifice their daily hit of SUGAR!

That blew me away. It amazes that sugar is not considered illegal by the government. Oh wait, let me stop being delusional. The world will literally have to come to an end for that to occur (wasn’t that suppose to happen on Saturday, September 23?)

To paraphrase Dave Chappelle ala Rick James, “Sugar’s a HELLUVA drug!”

I have to ask fam, would you choose to give up sex for a year for SUGAR??

I asked my wife that same exact question, and needless to say I was disappointed in her response. I must not be doing my job in the bedroom good enough. SMH.

PLEASE leave a comment with your answer. I’m very curious to know. Going to start my own poll and see whether we’re too far gone than I realize.


Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man

The Folly of Big-Time Sports Pt.7 : Boycott the NFL for Colin Kaepernick’s cause?? Are You F**king Serious?!


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From the Melanin Man:

It’s been a process, but slowly but surely, I’m pulling away from the distraction of mainstream professional sports. Yet I’m compelled to write about the travesty of Colin Kaepernick not being signed yet by any NFL teams due to his protest of the National Anthem. For some strange reason, there are a good number of us who believe that Kaepernick is being punished for standing up for social justice for Blacks (Melanin-Dominants.)

So what do we do?


(Sighing in disappointment as I shake my head)

Here are a few questions we need to ask ourselves:

  1. Why are we continuing to support this WALKING CONTRADICTION?
  2. WHYYYYY are we feeding into the fictitious drama the NFL manages to drum up before the beginning of EVERY season now?
  3. Do you understand the CRUEL paradox we’re trapped in?


Those individuals behind the scenes sure know how to rile up the emotions of us minions, especially through  nonsensical sports entertainment. Slaves Athletes are essentially bought off by the slave masters owners of these sports plantations franchises who run these sports leagues. So if I can you use one of my paid slaves players to drum up even more attention (i.e. increased viewership, jersey and ticket sales) towards my franchise and league  by using a genuine platform such as racial politics, why not take advantage?

We were/are being hooked, lined, and sunk through the fallacy of Colin Kaepernick’s protest!

Who cares about a f**king national anthem?!

We continue to gain acceptance from a majority white-Caucasian run nation and its majority white-Caucasian constituents which has not yet to this day acknowledged that we are fully human beings!!


If Black Melanin-Dominant folk (which we’re the ones mainly supporting this hypocrite) truly desired to break away from our benefactor Massa and fend for self, then WHY are we begging petitioning NFL teams to sign him in lieu of a boycott? Has it be encoded in our DNA to continuously ask for acceptance a handout? And to bring more validity to the madness,  fellow NFL players and shills celebrities such as Michael Bennett, Michael Jenkins, and Spike Lee* have joined in the chorus.

*Side note: There was a  time not too long ago when I thought highly of Spike Lee and his work. And I still do respect his talent. But  I’ve come to the conclusion that he’s an  agent to the system. You know what I’m talking about.

I do not believe Colin Kaepernick truly cares about the plight of his people, nor does he understand the paradox  we can’t seem to shake.  If he did, not only would he  would shun the NFL completely, he would denounce the entire game of football in general.

You know, timing is everything.

It’s funny how a couple of weeks prior to the Colin Kaepernick’s shenanigans were being drummed back into the news, there was a study  released that stated that 99% (or 111 out 112!) of the brains of deceased NFL players tested positive for the brain degenerative disease chronic traumatic encephalopathy,  better known as CTE. In deceased college football players who didn’t even make it to the NFL, it is over 90%!

WHY have we totally forgotten that small bit of information? THAT WAS NOT EVEN A MONTH AGO!

Black Melanin-Dominant men make up roughly 60-70% of college and NFL rosters. Those of us who even flash any semblance of athletic talent are hounded down as early as middle school by recruiters who see only dollar signs for themselves and the plantations universities they work for. And after shucking and jiving (or juking and diving in this case)  for free for our respective plantations universities who make hundreds of millions in the process, the select few of us who are able to come out unscathed have the “opportunity” to make chump change in the NFL while the slave masters owners (as well as Vegas)  make billions upon billions every year.

Maybe some of us come out of college with a degree that we can use. Maybe a handful of us retire from the NFL as millionaires, if the agents and certain long-lost friends and family members haven’t sucked us dry. But at the end of the day our real wealth lies in our health…physically, emotionally, and spiritually! Unfortunately, the majority of us Black Melanin-Dominant men who travel down this road are broken inside and out.

We find ourselves not only suffering from brain diseases such as CTE, but suffering other permanent, debilitating physical ailments due to the game of football. If by some sort of miracle we don’t, we’re nevertheless still serving white supremacy and butt buddy capitalism (i.e. sportscasters, team ownership, etc.)

Damn, that is a very efficient assembly line they got going on!

How is this benefiting our collective?

(That’s a rhetorical question.)

We are being played, fam!

So get the f**k outta here with the Colin Kaepernick protest and this petition nonsense. He  (and other players who’ve jumped on the bandwagon) is NOT on our side whatsoever. They’re allies to the state and to those who wish to kept this DESTRUCTIVE PARADIGM ALIVE! The sad thing is that they may not even realize that.  They haven’t said  or done anything new; when has protesting done anything for our people besides enslave us even more?

Let’s use our THIRD EYE and look deeper into what is being given to us by those who do not have our best interests at heart.

Trust me…everything we see and feel ain’t real!


Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man











Black is Invalid (Part 2)- A Bittersweet Opportunity


From The Melanin Man:

It’s been about four months since the incident I went through in reference to my endeavors to sit for the Professional Engineering exam, which I discussed in detail in Having a Moment- Black is Not Valid (Part 1). Alot has happened in that time frame from a personal perspective. I had planned a followup even before I posted Part 1, wanting Part 2 posted no more than a week after Part 1. I had many, many premises and ideas I could have gone with (that would have been good!) just to have Part 2 posted within that time frame. I put it on the back-burner in lieu of other tasks (i.e. my memoir), and I totally forgotten about it.

But I’m glad I did.

Recent developments and experiences in my life have given Part 2 new life, and I feel it is the perfect time to post it.

If you remember, for those of you who have read Part 1, I was denied the opportunity to sit for the Professional Engineering (PE) license in Alabama, due to the “insufficient experience” I received through my employer, an small Black civil engineering consultant firm. I detailed my feelings and thoughts thoroughly on the fact that Blacks, no matter the career, must be validated and approved through the lens of white supremacy in some capacity before, recalling The Jeffersons theme song, “move on up!”

It seemed following that unfortunate experience I was done, so to speak. Not that I couldn’t continue working in the field, more than likely change employers, and get the remaining 18 months I needed to sit for the PE exam. Deep down, though, I didn’t want to play that game. I believed my previous work experience was, is, valid and should have been afforded the opportunity to take the exam, in spite of the fact I had no references of the Caucasian persuasion to give me the seal of approval to their fellow brethren who dominate the Board.

“Why must I be validated even though I fulfilled their requirements?” I asked myself.

Tough titty! It’s their system, their rules. Deal with it, my subconscious responded.

I was exploring the possibility of giving up civil engineering. It wasn’t just because of being to denied to take the exam either. In the last four years though, I never got any bite from other companies in my field to hire me when I would apply from time to time. The incident with the Board was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Maybe I wasn’t cut out for this engineering thing, I would think time to time. Plus, I knew I had more to offer besides practicing civil engineering. Undergoing my transformation, I realized that working in the civil engineering field was now only an option amongst the many skills/talents I had but neglected to develop in my adolescence (e.g. writing.)


At the same time, I have a family to take of even if my wife (whose in the eight months of medical residency, thank goodness!) can support me and my daughters without financial assistance from me.

What if she has to stop working for whatever reason? WHOSE gonna have to pick up the slack???

My girls are getting older and smarter by the day, and I’m realizing they don’t need me like they used to as newborns and budding toddlers ( I’m boohooing inside!!!) Plus, for any man’s mental and spiritual stability, especially Black Melanin-Dominant men, it’s IMPERATIVE that he knows that he has the ability to take care of himself and family in a financial capacity. And at this current stage in my life, my degree and background in civil engineering is my most stable and feasible option to do just that.

I just wasn’t getting any bites from other companies who had the ability to pay me a living wage! It got to the point where I was entertaining the idea of truck driving to accomplish this. Then out of nowhere, the “perfect” opportunity, within my field no doubt, fell flat in my lap.

A recruiter came across an old resume of mine I had posted on her company’s website a couple years prior. She had matched it with a job opening for a large consultant firm  (albeit majority ran by those of the Caucasian, European flavor of course), in conjunction with the Georgia DOT, that offered everything that I wanted:

-an opportunity to work with the Georgia DOT located smack-dabbed in Downtown Atlanta, 

the opportunity to be a part of a roadway design team…

and last but not least…

…a paying salary!!! And a decent one at that! I threw my name in the hat, and needless to say, the firm and the DOT representative I interviewed were thoroughly impressed with me and the skills I brought to the table and…

…you know the rest. It is on a six-month to  hire contract, so I have to come correct to stay on a permanent basis.

Life is funny. As I kid from Mobile, Alabama, it was my ambition, my dream, to live and work in a city like Atlanta, building and designing highways and byways with/for the DOT. After everything I’ve been through, to almost succumb to the idea of giving up that dream, I making another step toward that reality. I still in shock.

And yet…

I’m a little disappointed. If any of you are familiar with the new me or have read What Sparked My Transformation series, as mentioned a moment ago, I am not the same as I once was in the past. Besides the trying task of dropping over 100 pounds, I have become whole within myself like never before.

I eat the foods that are natural and nutritious to my temple when necessary. I have become disengaged from the hoopla of this material paradigm, choosing to seek what is actually real and THE TRUTH!  And now more than ever I have an insatiable love for my Black Melanin-Dominant skin, and my Black Melanin-Dominant peoples, no matter their lot in this life…

which is why it breaks my heart to leave my employer and the only firm I’ve been associated with for the last seven years.

I’ve learned alot from the founder/my supervisor (aptly named Terry in my memoir), professionally and personally, during my association with his firm. I am indeed very grateful to him. I entered in the beginning stages of this budding black-owned business, and was excited with the potential it could reach. Long story short, (this part is mentioned in the Transformation series and my memoir, which hopefully will be published sometime next year) the firm hit some pretty big speed bumps and it has taken longer than expected to get back on its feet. I stayed attached to the firm, probably longer than I should have from a professional standpoint, on little to no pay, hoping that fortunes would turn back promising once more.

This is a Black civil engineering firm, one of the very few of its kind in this country I’m pretty sure. At times I waffled back in forth with leaving the firm, knowing I had a wife in medical school and two newborn daughters to care for. Yet at the same time, I wanted to fight through the fire with my supervisor Terry. I didn’t want to quit on him or the firm either. Unbelievably, my wife was supportive no matter what direction I chose to walk and I am truly thankful for her being understanding (I love you so much, babe!)

Finally, and unfortunately to some degree, some time after the Board’s decision, it occurred to me that the firm possibly may never reach its true potential. I began to think this in part that Terry began to lack a clear vision and plan for the firm, taking  projects on a whim to make ends meet without a certified guarantee that we’d get paid. The other reason is that the environment was/is of course currently constructed against true Black business advancement and sustainable success, especially in the STEM and construction fields. In my opinion it is a insult to be labelled a Disadvantaged Business Enterprise (DBE) or Minority Business Enterprise (MBE), to settle for the scraps from the larger white, Caucasian firms and contractors who basically have a monopoly on the system because they practically created it that way.

Damn, white supremacy.

But on a whole as a people, that’s what we  have resolved ourselves to accepting. And regardless if we owned a business or not, all in all, we’re still perpetuating a existence that is ABNORMAL to our TRUE NATURE. We have no voice, no unity, no true vision collectively as a people.  The majority are just doing what we have to do to survive. If we only knew our TRUE HISTORY, maybe, just maybe, things will change for the better. We’ll decide that this  current parasitic paradigm is not for us and we’ll seek to destroy it for good. And I believe at some point in the distant, or maybe near, future that will happen.

But I know I have to take care of my own personal affairs. Ultimately it is my responsibility to take care of my family at the end of the day. I wasn’t able to do that working for Terry, and like so many other of my ilk have said…

“I gotta to do what gotta do.”

But trust, I will continue to do my part to educate my Black brothers and sisters through my blog and other means necessary so one day our current reality can truly change. Besides, I don’t envision myself continuing in the engineering field exclusively too much longer; I am just taking advantage of an opportunity to fulfill this childhood dream of mine. I have bigger ideas and plans that are more beneficial to my newfound goal of freeing the physical, mental, and spiritual shackles from my people.

And if I was able to visualize myself at a young age becoming a civil engineer designing highways and byways, I’m pretty sure I can do the same with

…possibly owning a farmers market selling reasonably-priced healthy foods grown from my farm to the peoples I wish to help…

Or starting a publishing company that promotes authors and material who seek to enlighten the Black Melanin-Dominant masses…

Or…I have countless ideas. I’m just vetting a few of them.

I truly understand that dreams can come true if you set your MIND TO IT!




Let’s make it happen, fam!


Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man





Food for Thought: The Most Important Lesson I’ve Learned from Gardening (it should be obvious from the picture)


From the Melanin Man:


I have fallen in love with gardening and harvesting my own food, even if I only have a enough for food for a couple of days (lol!) It is a liberating experience to know that you have the ability to grow your own food. I have learned many life lessons from gardening…

Like the fact that deer, and unfortunately the offspring of moths, need to eat good, clean food as well. 

The deer should be ever so happy I don’t own a shotgun and don’t eat meat anymore. Those damn cabbage worms should be equally grateful that I don’t subscribe to using pesticides and/or herbicides neither.

Yet the most important life lesson I have learned is can be considered common sense, borderline second-nature to all gardeners, but somewhat taken for granted by most of us common folk…

The importance of sunlight!

Duh, right? I know, I know. Nevertheless, please keep reading.

When I first embarked on starting my garden, I had a difficult time finding a plot of land that could receive a sufficient amount of sunlight to grow my crops. The house that we currently live in is heavily wooded. Luckily I was able to find a spot in the front yard near the street (smh lol!) From last spring to this spring and summer seasons, despite the inadequate amounts of sunlight, I have had varied degrees of success with growing and harvesting my crops, from green beans and black-eyed peas, to okra and some delicious kale. But when it has come to my watermelon patch and butternut squash/zucchini plants, I’ve mostly been shooting blanks.

I have not been able to grow one watermelon, whereas the very few butternut squash and zucchini crops I was able to produce, they were a bit undersized. I know was a little ambitious with these two crops, due to the fact that they need at least six to eight hours of consistent sunlight daily to produce properly. The entire garden itself may receive maybe four hours of consistent sunlight daily…at best!

I’ve noticed during my time of gardening the yellowing of the leaves on some of my crops, meaning a lack of water and/or lack of sunlight. I’ve also noticed a mildew fungal forming on my the leaves of my butternut squash plants in particular. After some research, I discovered the mildew fungal buildup was caused by high levels of humidity and, surprise surprise, the lack of sunlight!!

Everyone knows that sunlight is the most important ingredient to the production of crops, our food supply. But do we realize the same applies to the growth and development of HUE-man beings as well?

Unless you work in a occupation that requires you to work outdoors most of the time. But we shun those type of jobs, labeling them to “menial, demeaning, and beneath us.”

Our children get maybe an hour of outside time from P.E./recess (that’s if they haven’t been removed from the schedule already) or after school and on the weekends. That’s if they’re not too busy with homework or stuck in front of a TELL-LIES-VISION (or cellphone, tablet, etc.)  playing videos games and whatnot.

How much sunlight do the majority of people, particularly my Black Melanin-Dominant brothers and sistas, receive on a daily basis? In this day and age and paradigm, it’s safe to assume not that much. I can assure you it’s nowhere close to six to eight hours a day! I mean, do we even truly know how much sunlight we actually need daily?

That’s one thing animals in the wild don’t have to worry about, because they don’t have to maintain a certain lifestyle to feel comfortable. Our current Westernized lifestyles do not value the importance of sunlight whatsoever. And in my opinion, it explains the many various health ailments that hinder not only Black Melanin-Dominant people, but the world as a whole.

Contrary to popular belief, we are not that much different from plants. Think about it: Chlorophyll to plants is what melanin is to melanated individuals. In fact, chlorophyll is the melanin to plants.

Besides water, what else do plants really need to survive and thrive?

(**Sidenote: If you’re thinking fertilizer, realize that fertilizer and like-products are only nutrients (think elements on the Periodic Table) concocted in a lab or taken from an area that is rich in those nutrients. It is sold to consumers who  occupy land that is deficient in those nutrients. How is that possible, if at one point the majority of the soil on this planet was more than likely suitable to produce without supplementary means? MAN-ipulation perhaps?!)

Plants don’t need chicken or a hamburger to live. And just to get a little deep with you, nor do they need to eat fruits or vegetables either. But we’re a LONNGGGG way from that reality, ladies and gentlemen. A lot has to change in this environment for that paradigm to return.


Just something to think about, fam. Some food for thought.


Peace and Love to my melanated family,

The Melanin Man