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The Information Trap: Why Your Degree and Book Collection Aren’t Saving You

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Let’s stop confusing digital hoarding with wisdom. You can read every pan-African classic, quote every proverb on command, and hold three degrees stamped by an outside system that doesn’t love your spirit—and still wake up broke, fearful, and spiritually bankrupt. Modern culture wants you to believe that gathering data makes you powerful. It doesn’t. Consuming books without applying them is just intellectual obesity. The Namibian proverb cuts straight to the bone: “Learning expands great souls.” Notice what it says. It doesn’t say learning expands your ego, your resume, or your social media clout. It expands your soul . And our knowledge-holders drop the law immediately after: “There is truly no expanding without centering. A person is foolish not to contact the center.” If you try to stretch out without an anchor, you don't grow; you scatter your àṣẹ into the wind. That endless multitasking and doom-scrolling you call "staying informed" is actually draining your life-fo...

Final GoodBye III- Writing for Healing

His Story is Mine

His story is mines,
Better yet my story is his,
For now I can no longer deal with what was,
Now I have to deal with what is.
A great tree has fallen in the forest of life,
A tree that provided shade for many and a shelter from strife.
But this is not the end of his tory for his story is mine,
And his story will live through his bloodline for all time.
His story is not over because his story is mine, and I need for his loved ones to read between the lines.
Although his body is gone his spirit is strong, that explains why through the pain and confusion he lived so long.
Fear not because his story is not over because his story is mine,
He has made it to peace and he rest with the divine
We are the seeds and saplings grafted from his tree and now he can rest in comfort for his story can be told by we.
His story is not over, because his story belongs to me
For I am a proud branch on his family tree, I will always remember those that came before, those that struggled like no people before.
Like Miles Brown and the lady known as Ms. Ann their stories will live because it was passed to my hands
Like Herman Brown and Rosa lee
Like Geneva and Herman brown the second, and Cleven Brown now can peacefully join their essence
Although his body has now been returned to the earth
His story and their story has been cemented  in  time by Cleven Miles Brown's birth.
His story his mine, his story is ours, his story is ours.
Now tell it.......

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