Sitting back listening to Slide by Slave, an old school R&B jam, I thought of those good ole' days chillin' at the local park with relatives. Uncles and cousins on the grill preparing tasty ribs, chicken breasts, hot dogs, kielbasi, sausages--my mouth is watering. Like family cookouts, the holiday season brings its share of memories with Nat King Cole singing, "...chestnuts roasting by an open fire..." Yet, with all the good time memories, there are those who rather not be reminded. They are the African American workaholics in pursuit of personal goals while saying, "I just want my family to have the best of everything." Their seriousness (sometimes mean-spiritedness) along with their drive to be everything that their predecessors weren't is robbing them of what is important, quality time with their own families.
There is no energy to talk to spouses, correct children, connect with kinfolk or sit back and breathe. They have made it so! No blaming "the man" this time especially when you got favor with him. A relative isn't going to get to speak with a workaholic, who has his or her phone redirected to voicemail or set to an automated reply via text, anytime soon. You can cry, beg, or even send an S.O.S. across the Internet and they are no where to be found unless they want to be. The determination to be the best, make the most money, and obtain more contacts then the workaholic will ever speak to is all-too-important until someone dies or then again, maybe not. "I'm sorry I just got too much work to do! What do you want from me, blood?"
Our most talented and successful in the black community didn't "make it" without hard work of course, but they also gave up intermediate or extended relatives and once so-called good friends in an effort to take care of themselves and others. We might complain about our sons and daughters not having enough time for us, but think back to all the preaching and teaching we received and what we spoke to our children. Our parents and grandparents didn't want us in jail or prematurely in our graves over nonsense and we didn't want that for our sons or daughters either. However, the motivation to be the best is still prevalent among many of our elders and for some they are torn between work and family responsibilities. The money earned is most appreciated, but how much are you willing to lose to gain abundant wealth?
The leaders, preachers and educators, who love money, rarely share personal disappointments and discord truthfully. They rather tell stories of success that make them look phenomenal. But what about the days and nights a wife didn't see her husband while children cried for "Daddy!" and the family members and friends who had to watch their children while she worked. What about the men and women who helped them get there and the times the family went without so that someone could achieve a dream? The workaholics also don't share the temptations along the way that they didn't rise above but succumbed to. They don't tell of the lies told and immoral services performed to achieve fame, fortune and power. They will never speak of those who shoved their dirty work under the rug so that they could remain free to make more money. Silence is golden with the most wealthiest in the African American communities across our land and their occult and fraternal allegiance attests to that.
So what might we glean from those who robbed their families of good memories in exchange for long hours in the street, at the office or out in the field? Recognize our shortcomings and don't repeat what the workaholics have done or still do--the love of money is indeed the root of all kinds of evil. Many are separated from their Creator in pursuit of it.
Nicholl McGuire
Author of Say Goodbye to Dad and She's Crazy
There is no energy to talk to spouses, correct children, connect with kinfolk or sit back and breathe. They have made it so! No blaming "the man" this time especially when you got favor with him. A relative isn't going to get to speak with a workaholic, who has his or her phone redirected to voicemail or set to an automated reply via text, anytime soon. You can cry, beg, or even send an S.O.S. across the Internet and they are no where to be found unless they want to be. The determination to be the best, make the most money, and obtain more contacts then the workaholic will ever speak to is all-too-important until someone dies or then again, maybe not. "I'm sorry I just got too much work to do! What do you want from me, blood?"
Our most talented and successful in the black community didn't "make it" without hard work of course, but they also gave up intermediate or extended relatives and once so-called good friends in an effort to take care of themselves and others. We might complain about our sons and daughters not having enough time for us, but think back to all the preaching and teaching we received and what we spoke to our children. Our parents and grandparents didn't want us in jail or prematurely in our graves over nonsense and we didn't want that for our sons or daughters either. However, the motivation to be the best is still prevalent among many of our elders and for some they are torn between work and family responsibilities. The money earned is most appreciated, but how much are you willing to lose to gain abundant wealth?
The leaders, preachers and educators, who love money, rarely share personal disappointments and discord truthfully. They rather tell stories of success that make them look phenomenal. But what about the days and nights a wife didn't see her husband while children cried for "Daddy!" and the family members and friends who had to watch their children while she worked. What about the men and women who helped them get there and the times the family went without so that someone could achieve a dream? The workaholics also don't share the temptations along the way that they didn't rise above but succumbed to. They don't tell of the lies told and immoral services performed to achieve fame, fortune and power. They will never speak of those who shoved their dirty work under the rug so that they could remain free to make more money. Silence is golden with the most wealthiest in the African American communities across our land and their occult and fraternal allegiance attests to that.
So what might we glean from those who robbed their families of good memories in exchange for long hours in the street, at the office or out in the field? Recognize our shortcomings and don't repeat what the workaholics have done or still do--the love of money is indeed the root of all kinds of evil. Many are separated from their Creator in pursuit of it.
Nicholl McGuire
Author of Say Goodbye to Dad and She's Crazy
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