One of my homeboys told me that posting all this “crap” about my girl was annoying. Wait until he sees this…
[The music is Charles Cameron's "I'll Never Stop Loving You" from Darius and Nina's first date in Love Jones]
One of my homeboys told me that posting all this “crap” about my girl was annoying. Wait until he sees this…
A few photos of Najwa on Christmas morning…
A group photo of most of us at Multivision, Inc. during our holiday party…


The lady and I were riding through Eckington, feeling out the neighborhood as we prepare to purchase a home [eventually], and came across this yard. Now who wouldn’t want to be neighbors with this person?

The Hand is a sculpture commissioned by Vincent DeForest in 1968 in celebration of the African American struggle for civil rights:
The sculpture was commissioned by activist Vincent DeForest in 1968 to become the centerpiece of an historical mural celebrating the African American struggle for civil rights; the hand and mural together were intended to be part of the Poor People’s Campaign that year. DeForest was a leader in the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC) and wanted to use art as a means to tell the story of African American history.
The mural was composed of panels representing aspects of civil rights struggles, and was erected as part of “Resurrection City” here in Washington. Coming first in May 1968, over 7,000 protesters were living on the Mall when the police tore down the encampment on June 19 and removed everything – including the murals – from the area. The Hand had not yet been installed.
All materials from “Resurrection City” had been hauled to Ft. Belvoir and DeForest managed to rescue the panels and store them safely. These panels are now hanging inside HSW as part of the exhibition Riots are the Language of the Unheard which focuses on events of 1968 here in Washington. DeForest kept The Hand for decades at his home. When he and his family left Washington in the 1990s, DeForest moved The Hand to an alley garden near his former home in Takoma, DC.
In preparation for the 1968-focused exhibition, HSW Executive Director Sandy Bellamy contacted DeForest because she knew he had later worked for the National Park Service and had focused on the preservation of African American landmarks. When she learned that The Hand and the murals were still in Washington she sought permission to include them in the exhibition. The Hand was overgrown and rarely seen in its alley home, now in front of HSW, it is admired every day.
Though everything in me wanted to do something in The District, Nduku had never been to the National Harbor in PG County, so off we went. I’m not the biggest fan of it, perhaps because they took The Awakening away from DC, but it definitely has character.
Compared to the other “Occupy _________,” this one is more like “Take Up Some Space Fayetteville.” Hey, I give them credit for at least setting up camp and making a statement…


It’s amazing how after all these years, this is the first time I actually visited Fayetteville’s only landmark — the Markethouse. Probably because back in the day it was where they sold slaves, but still. I called a couple of my people and they all not only mentioned they never visited it, but they asked why I was there.
Regardless, we took Najwa downtown Fayetteville, NC, where there was a little festival and people walking around in character to Dickens’ Scrooge. I don’t know the story like that, but did Scrooge have a slave?
Chad was in town, and as usual, his schedule was so chaotic that we didn’t catch up until the next morning at IHOP. And he got front row seats to watching Najwa pretending like she knew how to use eating utensils.
![]()

If she could only reach the gas pedal [or more importantly, the brakes], maybe I’d let Najwa take the wheels out for a spin.
NOTE: There were no animals injured or killed during this photo op. But 15 years from now…

Ankit, one of my co-workers, was hosting an event at Fur in Washington, DC. We stopped by with some friends, the first night out without the little one.



It’s funny how when you’re a parent, your weekend plans change. It used to be resting all day to hit the streets at night. Not it’s attend birthday parties by day and rest at night. Most of the time.
This weekend we went to Falls Church to celebrate Simone and Mars’ son’s first birthday. The theme was Transformers. Why? Because his name is Optimus. Only Mars!
![]()