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Stop Asking the Storm for Permission to Stand: The Science of Unbending Sovereignty Family, take a seat on the porch. Look at the code in front of us today: "I am not what happened to me; I am what I decide to become." — Mossi Proverb: "An upright tree does not fear the storm." Let’s get real for a second. Most people spend their entire lives reacting to the wind. They let systemic dysfunction, toxic chatter, and past trauma dictate their posture. But when your roots are tethered to the Eternal, your standing posture was never granted by the weather—it was decided by the tree. The Code of Incorruptible Sovereignty History doesn't lie. On August 4, 1984, Thomas Sankara looked imperial masters in the eye and erased "Upper Volta"—a name slapped onto his people by colonizers—replacing it with Burkina Faso : The Land of Incorruptible People . Sankara didn’t fill out a government form or ask permission from foreign powers. He exercised Kujichagulia on a con...

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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