Wednesday, December 28, 2005
BY DELROY CONSTANTINE-SIMMS
Seasoned entrepreneur and new reality-TV star trumps the competition for the Donald's Trump's latest gigA lifelong entrepreneur, Randall Pinkett, at just 34, has gone from running nickel lemonade stands to a multimillion-dollar consulting firm, BCT Partners, a multi-million dollar management, technology and policy consulting firm based in Newark, N.J., that works with corporations, government agencies, philanthropic and nonprofit organizations. Pinkett discussed his decision to apply for NBC's The Apprentice, and shared some success stories and advice.
To read this interview, visit: http://www.blacksuccess1.com/randalpinkett.htm
Click here to read an article about success in Black America.
Keywords: Black Success Stories, African American, The Apprentice
Monday, December 19, 2005
Many of us think “I shouldn’t use hurtful language” because “nice people don’t say or think these things”. Some of us may even think, “I am a bad person because I say/think these things”.
Marshall Rosenberg, the creator of Creative Communication/NVC, says, and I truly believe, that everything we do is done in order to try to get our needs met.
Everything anybody does is done in order to try to get their needs met. Or, to use Marshall’s definition of “needs”, everything we do and everything anybody does, is done in order to connect with life.
The problem is that the strategies people use to get their needs met are often not life-affirming.
To read more about NVC, visit: Nonviolent Communication. For workshops for Black parents, visit Improving Communication.
To order your copy, visit: Nonviolent Communication.
To read about EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique), visit: http://ancestralhealing.blogspot.com/
For lots more information about life-affirming methods to help you ACHIEVE YOUR GOALS and TRANSFORM YOUR LIFE, order Success Strategies for Black People.
If you are beating yourself up, giving yourself a hard time, or not achieving your goals, you need this book.
For ongoing support and advice, join Nurture Success - for ALL people of African heritage.
Click here to read more about Creative Communication.
Monday, December 12, 2005
If you want to find out more about Kwanzaa, click on the "Ancestral Energies" link on the left.
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This year is our 10th Anniversary of hosting Kwanzaa!
AUAF’s 2005 Kwanzaa Celebration
Monday 26th December (Umoja)
5 p.m. to 11 p.m,
African Caribbean Cultural Centre,
9 Clarendon Road, London N.8
(junction of Wightman Road and Turnpike Lane)
Nearest tube Turnpike Lane (Piccadilly Line).
Buses: 144A, 41, W2.
Wednesday 28th December (Ujima)
Malcolm X, Centre, 141 City Rd, St Pauls, Bristol BS2
Info: 0117 951 6836/07747 462 404
Thursday 29th December (Kujichagulia)
12:00 p.m. – 12:00 a.m.
47-50 Hockley Hill
Birmingham B18 5AR
(0121) 554 2747
Friday 30th December (Nia)
6:00 p.m. – 11:00 p.m.
Dunstall Hill Community Centre
(07956) 447 576
Sunday 1st January 2006 (Imani)
4:00 p.m. – 10:00 p.m.
West Indian Centre
74 Carmoor Rd.
Manchester M13 0FB
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« COMING SOON « COMING SOON « COMING SOON « COMING SOON «
The BIGGEST Kwanzaa in the UK:
Tues 27th December ‘05
York Hall, Old Ford Road, Bethnal Green, London E2
Admission: FREE (Contributions welcome)
Info: 020 8539 2154 / 07957 376 328 / email@example.com
Da Chillout Spot Kwanza Special…
Saturday 07/01/06 @ The Nub
Excellent performances in Poetry and Songs
Great Food and excellent music
Beautiful people with positive vibes
More Info: www.thenub.org.uk/chillOut00.htm
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Books make an excellent gift for Xmas and Kwanzaa for all the family. We have loads of books about Kwanzaa, inspiration and spirituality.
For more details, click here or visit:http://ancestralenergies.blogspot.com/2005/11/black-books-for-xmas-and-kwanzaa.html
Keywords: Kwanzaa, gifts, Black books
Monday, December 05, 2005
“Still I Rise” is one of my favourite poems of hers.
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
To buy poetry books by Maya Angelou, click here.
See also, Black Books.
Keywords: Maya Angelou, Poetry, African American, Xmas, Kwanzaa, Gifts, Black Books
I Said to Poetry
I said to Poetry:"I'm finished
Having to almost die
before some wierd light
comes creeping through
is no fun."
No thank you, Creation,
no muse need apply.
Im out for good times--
at the very least,
some painless convention."
Poetry laid back
and played dead
until this morning.
I wasn't sad or anything,
Poetry said: "You remember
the desert, and how glad you were
that you have an eye
to see it with? You remember
that, if ever so slightly?"
I said: "I didn't hear that.
Besides, it's five o'clock in the a.m.
I'm not getting up
in the dark
to talk to you."
Poetry said: "But think about the time
you saw the moon
over that small canyon
that you liked so much better
than the grand one--and how suprised you were
that the moonlight was green
and you still had
one good eye
to see it with
Think of that!"
"I'll join the church!" I said,
huffily, turning my face to the wall.
"I'll learn how to pray again!"
"Let me ask you," said Poetry.
"When you pray, what do you think
Poetry had me.
"There's no paper
in this room," I said.
"And that new pen I bought
makes a funny noise."
"Bullshit," said Poetry.
"Bullshit," said I.
To buy poetry books by Alice Walker, including “Revolutionary Petunias” and “Horses Make a Landscape Look more Beautiful”, click here.
See also, Black Books.
Keywords: Alice Walker, Poetry, Xmas, Kwanzaa, Gifts, Black Books