The Cycle

So someone stole my bicycle off my porch. I felt violated, I felt angry, and I felt ready to shoot. I rode up and down Pompano looking for the culprit. If you got a purple Huffy, just know the Lord handles my battles better than I can. In all honesty, it’s better that I ain’t find him, because I would have been trying to bond out and wouldn’t have been able to bring this issue of Villij to you. Listen, I was ready to risk it all over the principle, and there is no telling where my emotions would have taken me. It reminded me of so much other trauma, so many other times I’ve been violated, and I’ve been stolen from. Looking back, I can’t believe how mad I was over a bike, when I’ve had lives stolen from me… I’ve had freedom stolen from me… I’ve had love stolen from me. As black people, our emotions are everywhere. Just one thing may make us snap.

My daughter asked me the other day, what is the worst thing in the world. To me, it’s the fact that everyone dies. While it’s the only truth that we have, it hurts the most. Especially if there was love lost. If we are born in this world, we will leave it. But why does parting bring such sorrow? Maybe my faith isn’t strong enough. Maybe my belief in heaven isn’t where it needs to be. The thought of death and meeting my maker should bring me peace, but not yet. These thoughts and more moved me to make some changes in Villij. We’ve added the One Minute Preacher section to inject some much needed spirituality in this publication. It’s for the people, and my people need scripture for hope and perseverance through our tough times.