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Stop Chasing the Leaves: Why the Consumer Matrix is Killing Our Roots

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Stop Chasing the Leaves: Why the Consumer Matrix is Killing Our Roots Let’s stop playing nice with the systems that are actively draining us. Everyday, we are bombarded with the toxic gospel of the hustle—told to stack another gig, download another finance app, and buy into external validation. We’ve been conditioned to trade our cultural inheritance for temporary, cosmetic luxury. We are out here changing our leaves to survive the corporate winter, but we are letting our roots rot in the process. The Amharic proverb explicitly warns us: "Don't abandon your foundation; even trees change their leaves but keep their roots." Our foundation is Ujamaa —Cooperative Economics. But we’ve allowed a predatory system to distort our vision, turning us into the ultimate consumers instead of the ultimate creators. Think about the old tale of the maiden and the magic fish. Her husband couldn’t stop demanding more—more property, more status, a bigger empire—completely devoid of gratitude...

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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