So, I Took A DNA Test…

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, today’s post is going to be relatively transparent. Now, over the last few years, I’ve been on a simultaneous journey of discovery and rebellion. Discovery in the sense of trying to connect with cultures that preceded me and rebellion in the sense of rejecting a lot of the pillars of Western colonialism. With all of that being said, taking a DNA test was part of that journey. Needless to say, I thought the results were pretty illuminating.

Now, after researching a bunch of different genetic testing services, my wife and I decided to go with MyHeritage. When it came to Ancestry.com and 23andMe, I just didn’t like how they got down with selling everyone’s personal and genetic information. Like, they’re just blatantly giving outside companies our shit, man. Look, I’m not foolish enough to blindly believe MyHeritage’s guarantees of not doing the same, but at least they’re restricting such open-ended access, for now.

Moving on, after about three weeks, my wife and I finally got our results yesterday. Now, when it comes to me, I’m about 74% Nigerian with another 14% pulling from various West African countries. The rest is an amalgamation of Irish, Middle Eastern and Chinese. Side note, I got a good chuckle out of the Chinese part, fam. Hell, on face value, there’s nooooo way to tell that my Black ass has any Chinese heritage. It’s pretty dope, though.

In any case, after getting these results, my skepticism about these types of exams subsided. I mean, I know for a fact that my mom’s side of the family has Irish folk in it and I know that my paternal grandma is of Nigerian descent. But, it’s still wild to see it all broken out, bruh.

The truth is, the older I get, the more that I feel the need to connect with Africa. One, because I have a hunger to learn about who we were before we were taken. Two, I feel a genuine lack of connection to a country that CLEARLY hates Black people (America). Three, I have a strong desire to unite with all of my brothers and sisters across the diaspora. All in all, it’s becoming very hard for me to feel at “home” as a stolen person on stolen land.

In the end, I haven’t scratched the surface of the journey that I’ve been on. Side note, religion is part of my rebellion, but that’s another subject for another day, son. In any case, I just feel refreshed after going down the DNA rabbit hole. All I can say is, Nigeria and Ghana are on my to-do list for the very near future. Shout-out to all of my brethren who already took advantage of the Year of Return wave. Salute! That is all. LC out.

Can We Stop Politicizing The Death Of Soldiers?

So, keeping it a buck, my wife believes that I should run for office one day. However; there’s one glaring issue, son: I hate politics. I hate politics because it always gets in the way of human decency, man. Elected officials will take ANY situation and twist it into some bipartisan affair. Frankly, it’s disgusting, fam. It’s even more disgusting when this type of fuckery affects Gold Star families. Look, we argue about EVERYTHING in this fucking country. Can we leave dead soldiers out of it, bruh?

Ok, all of the tomfoolery began after four American soldiers died in Niger, West Africa. Now, details are still murky, but it appears that a 12-man Army team was ambushed by 50 ISIS soldiers. In the aftermath, Sgt. La David Johnson, Staff Sgt. Bryan Black, Staff Sgt. Jeremiah Johnson and Staff Sgt. Dustin Wright laid dead from the confrontation. Under any circumstance, this is a terrible outcome for a soldier. However; the ensuing political firefight has made my blood boil, son.

Now, once word got out about the tragedy, the conversation evolved into whether or not Donald Trump called the families of the fallen soldiers. From there, he incorrectly asserted that previous presidents, especially Barack Obama, didn’t speak with Gold Star families. Next, Congresswoman Frederica Wilson alleged that Trump told La David Johnson’s wife that he “knew what he signed up for.” After that, Wilson, Trump and White House Chief of Staff John Kelly got into a debate about who was telling the truth.

Listen, if Trump really said that to Johnson’s widow, then he’s the lowest form of scum. But, I already knew that about him, man. Shit, this behavior wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest, fam. The problem is the fact that the death of these men is being used to make a political statement. I mean, have we no fucking shame, bruh? These guys literally laid down their lives for this country. Can they get a little fucking respect, people?! This ain’t the damn time to be arguing about who said what to who and when. Honor these fucking soldiers, son!

In the end, I hate politics, man. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, fam. Ultimately, people want to make a point as opposed to being right. Honestly, I can’t take the constant bullshit, bruh. *Sigh* I guess this really is politics as usual, folks. LC out.