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Friday, November 09, 2007

R.I.P. To A Dear Friend

I dont know what to say
I am hurting to hear that you took your own life
why do you do that to me Dawg?
Suicide is not an option
But when you were confronted with life issues, you felt that was the only option
why? Now I'm hurting...
Tears rolling down my cheek while I am writing this
You mean so much to me Dawg...as a friend, a brother, everything I need in a Dawg pal
now I can't think about the things we shared together, because I am always gonna be hurt by your thought
I have never lost someone so close as a friend; and just the way you took your own life without reaching out to me will haunt me forever
I wish you had giving me the option to help out
I wish I had been more of a friend to you to reach out
I wish you had never taken your own life
I can't forgive myself Dawg...I feel like I've failed you
Now you're gone...what can I say to your Daughter when I see her?
It hurts, yes it hurts...
You took the easy way out...it's harder for us now
why? why? why? I can't believe you're gone
I'm gonna live in constant denial...I dont believe you are gone forever
I remember when we talk about growing old together
Riding on Wheel chairs with 22's chrome wheels blinging
And smoking on Cigars and just enjoying life reminiscence about struggling through life
Now you took that away from me...from us
You took your own life and ours with you
I will never forget you Dawg
Kevin Osa, your thoughts will be in my memory forever
Till we meet again
REST IN PEACE!

15 Comments:

Blogger CATWALQ a.k.a LAGBA-JESS said...

Oh Dear....

May The Blessings Be.
He was a soul in pain and he did not how to help himself.
Maybe he felt ashamed of his pain. he must have forgotten that we all have those issues that try to drag us down.

Be strong Politriks...

Sat Nov 10, 09:00:00 PM EST  
Blogger darkelcee said...

e yaaa, sorry about that.

i think the learning point is for us to learn to share our issues or pain. it brings great relief we all know about a problem shared.......

R.I.P

God will strengthen you ok?

Sun Nov 11, 04:16:00 PM EST  
Blogger Tayo said...

Sorry about this, pls accept my condolences. May God grant everyone the fortitude to bear the loss.
Thanks for your comment on my blog

Mon Nov 12, 01:44:00 PM EST  
Blogger SOLOMONSYDELLE said...

My condolences on your loss. Please stay strong.

Mon Nov 12, 07:37:00 PM EST  
Blogger SOLOMONSYDELLE said...

Hey, just checking in. Hope all is well with you and yours...

Tue Nov 20, 12:00:00 PM EST  
Blogger Onome said...

oooo dear...pls accept my belated condolences....it really hurts to lose a friend...moreso wen he/she does it him/herself....just want to thank u for dropping by :-)

Tue Nov 20, 12:52:00 PM EST  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I personally know Kevin and his wife who is a good friend of mine. Please pray for her and her daughter and her unborn son. She is going thru a lot. For those of you who can make it,please come support this weekend during the wake and burial of Kevin Osa. Nobody should judge Kevin for what he did, it was the devil who made him do that, I dont think its his wish to leave his wife,beautiful expectant wife and gorgeous daughter. Kevin has been through a lot, and its just unfortunate this happened. Things were getting better. He will surely be missed. RIP Kevin.

Anonymous
Atlanta-GA
11/20/2007

Tue Nov 20, 07:08:00 PM EST  
Blogger NIGERIA POLITRICKS said...

@Anon,
I will be there. Our hearts and prayers goes out to Kevin's family. Kevin will be missed dearly! RIP my brother!!

Wed Nov 21, 12:43:00 AM EST  
Blogger Teediva said...

sorry about ur friend. it is well.

suicide. i dont know who hurts more; the dead or the people left behind.

Tue Nov 27, 07:25:00 AM EST  
Blogger SOLOMONSYDELLE said...

just stopping by ...looking for an update...

Wed Dec 05, 07:09:00 PM EST  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My Prayers go out to all 3 of his children and may God Rest in peace Kevin

Fri Dec 07, 06:41:00 AM EST  
Blogger cally-waffybabe said...

Just to wish you a lovely xmas and and new year in advance. I hope you have a swell time and may all your dreams be fulfilled.

Hugs
xxx

Thu Dec 13, 12:27:00 PM EST  
Blogger cally-waffybabe said...

Sorry about your friend also. I think i emailed you already about that when you first wrote this post. Sorry i've been MIA from blogville in general as you know. I'm just going round wishing my favourite blog pals compliments of the season.

Take care.

Thu Dec 13, 12:30:00 PM EST  
Blogger Chili Pepa said...

Hadn't checked out your blog in a while, thought I'd drop by, and now this. It's so-what's the word, 'sad' does not convey it properly- overwhelming.
May you find strength at this trying time.

Fri Dec 14, 07:51:00 AM EST  
Blogger Dave Myers said...

I'll start from early on in my evolution... I am a biracial man whose father is African-American and mother is Caucasian. My parents met in 1959 when my un-wed mother was in a nursing school where my father was employed as a nurses aide... my mother was engaged to a white man who was attending engineering school. My father had an African-American wife and (5) children at the time of his extra-marital relationship with my mother. At some early point of my mothers pregnancy with me she made the decision to marry her fiance, and to lie to everyone about who the father of her un-born child was... she achieved this by claiming that I had been afflicted with a skin-disease called "melanism".

My mother and step-father had four more children together in the space of nine years after I was born, and we grew up together in a middle-class household in white america where the subject of "race" was never discussed. My earliest recollections of having to be aware of race was when I was asked questions about the color of my skin by other classmates in first grade... "Why was my skin dark?", "Was I adopted?" race was certainly a hot-button issue in 1965-66 when I began school , but any awareness that my mother and step-father had achieved from growing up in their white neighborhoods in the 40's and 50's was insufficient in preparing them for raising a biracial child... and to complicate things, they were both in complete denial of their complicity in my mis-education. When I came home from school after having been asked questions by fellow students from my all-white school district, my mother then explained "the skin-disease story" to me... "other kids with this disease usually have dark blotches all over their bodies, so you should feel fortunate". When I would tell my mother about other boys and girls who would call me names or act aggressively for no apparent reason, I began to understand that I would get no further assistance from her to explain this rationale... my step-father was even more removed from the conversation and would only add, "You know what your mother said".

By the time that my step-father transferred jobs and our family of (7) had moved from the all-white Cleveland, Ohio suburb of Stow to the all-white school district of Portville in Western up-state N.Y. it was the spring of 1970 and I was in fourth grade, and already the veteran of many racial incidents and altercations between myself, classmates, and even some adults. My four younger siblings had also been told the same story, and had to explain the same things to their friends when asked why they had a brother who was black... "Hey, did your mother fool around a little bit??" I remember how much that hurt me when I heard it, and I'm sure that they felt just as badly when they did... nonetheless, this was a "subject" that we never discussed as a family, not once, at least in my presence.

I was taught through my observations of my mother and step-father to keep quiet about things that I wasn't sure about, and I was also taught to ignore the obvious.

As I matured into my teen-aged years and began to experience societies issues and insecurities in coming to terms with this countries racial in-equalities during the 70's, I felt an increasing need to rationalize and then codify the information that my mother had given me, regardless of what I was beginning to realize inside... I felt a growing discomfort/conflict, yet there was no one in my life to offer any other perspective... I had learned that black people were a part of society that we didn't talk about. ( There was a black family in my small town, and they were poor and lived in a run-down house near the river...I never had any opportunity or reason to associate with them)

I was a "B" student and also began taking an interest in sports where I was above average. Meeting other schools and student athletes were opportunities to then be exposed to populations that had not been inured by my story yet...I was just another black kid to them.

Communicating my experiences to my mother and step-father was difficult because they had no experience with racial prejudice, therefore when I had problems with other children it would be looked at as an issue that "I" had in getting along with others(as well as intra-family sibling issues).
Because "race" was being ruled-out entirely, by my mothers denial of my father, she could not logically use that rationale to explain any conflicts that I would have. My step-fathers complicity in this was to blindly support my mothers viewpoint.

The "white" viewpoint has always been that blacks(black society) were pretty well cared for, and what contact they did have would be polite and careful... What, with the Voting Rights and Civil Rights Acts being passed, the playing field had been leveled.(re: my mother and step-father's generation)
The feelings and comfort of my mother were apparently what was important, and her inculcation had to have been partly comprised of the idea that white society acted as the gate-keepers and care-takers of an infantilized black population.




questions:

How has black society formed its identity?

What role models have been used, and how does white society react to positive
black role models today? (Are they held to a more critical prism??)

Is there enough information readily available for black people to easily form a
positive racial identity?

Is it important that black society is able to connect accurately the dots of its social
evolution in America? and is it also important that white society can connect those
same dots??

What is White Privilege?

What is White awareness?

What is Whiteness?

What about Affirmative Action?

Is" Race" a social construct?

How do we improve our society in America?

Is there any other way(besides the attrition of the old guard) to achieve this??


...** These questions are not rhetorical... I'd like to hear from those of you that have
courage... and the wherewithall, to provide feedback.

Dave Myers
www.discussrace.com

Fri Mar 28, 07:05:00 PM EDT  

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