What I've Come To Learn Is That

Before You Speak, My Friend, Remember, A Spiritual Man Contain His Anger. Angry Words Are Like Slap In De Face.

People Think That Writing Is Writing, But Actually Writing Is Editing. Otherwise, You're Just Taking Notes

You Know, You Can Steel Your Heart Against Any Kind Of Trouble, Any Kind Of Horror. But The Simple Act Of Kindness From A Complete Stranger Will Unstitch You.

The Igbo Used To Say That They Built Their Own Gods. They Would Come Together As A Community, And They Would Express A Wish. And Their Wish Would Then Be Brought To A Priest, Who Would Find A Ritual Object, And The Appropriate Sacrifices Would Be Made, And The Shrine Would Be Built For The God.

My Search Is Always To Find Ways To Chronicle, To Share And To Document Stories About People, Just Everyday People. Stories That Offer Transformation, That Lean Into Transcendence, But That Are Never Sentimental, That Never Look Away From The Darkest Things About Us.