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The Idea I Had Today...

So, I majored in History in college. And I've always loved to hear stories from my elder family members about the "old days." Well, kids today seem to be so very far removed from the truth of our History as an African people that I have been really thinking about what I could do to help in that plight. I don't have any kids of my own but I really believe that as a man I have a responsibility to do something for the children of my brothers and sisters (or basically all Black people). So, after thinking, I feel that I could be a wonderful author of children's history books, especially those tailored for Black children. I think it would be really neat to take truthful historical events and make them into stories children can learn from, see themselves in, and most of all get a sense that they have a long and storied history that covers not just music and sports, but politics, science, military dominance and a deep sense of morals, ethics, tradition and spirituality. Now, all I need is an illustrator. Maybe I'll start on my own, write up a story line, and see if I can find someone interested in securing me someone who can create images that will compliment the stories.

I hesitate to say it. But I really like this idea and even though it's not wholly original, I think that the unique thing about it will be me, the way I translate the stories and the passion put into the words on the pages. That's something I know for sure that nobody else will have over me.

(Okay, now I'm done for the night... I think)

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