Time to Do Something

To read the sensational headline that London now had a murder rate higher than New York City (NYC) was shocking. And sensational it was, because that statement actually pertained to the last 2 months of 2018, bearing in mind we are only in month 4; in February, London recorded 15 murders whilst NYC recorded 11; in March 2018: London, 22 and NYC, 21. Were these really margins that warranted the screaming headlines across the front pages and our TV screens? When you look back over the last 3 years at least, London’s murder rate has been well below 1/3rd that of NYC’s, and London still remains a lot safer than a whole load of other cities around the world. So what really is the significance of this statistic?

Well, the significance has been hotly debated in the last week…again, and that is that 35 of the 48 murders so far have involved stabbings and pretty much all of these stabbings have involved young black men. By the time you read this, the figures 35 and 48 will be out of date. We have been talking about knife crime perpetrated by young black men for at least the past 5 years (and behind closed doors for much longer), but each year it just gets uglier and uglier and hurts more and more. I ask myself why it hurts so much, because obviously the vast majority of young black boys are actually leading the lives of normal teenagers, supported by loving families and friends.

The situation is significant and we debate it because no child deserves to die, especially violently, no matter their race or background. With each and every young person that is denied their potential, we are compromising the future of our society. That one death impacts not only that child’s family, but also their peers, their teachers and anyone who has worked to prepare them for their life ahead. Whether we feel it or not, a little bit of society dies with the death of a child.


Why do something?

We also debate it because it raises some pretty ugly goings-on in our world: the life of ‘the hidden’ who have no status and are exploited not only by a particularly vicious type of criminal that preys on vulnerable youngsters but also by legal agencies that should provide protection; dysfunctional or non-existent parenting that in some cases is wilful, but in most, is a legacy of the long-standing decay in family life that actually pervades across social strata – some simply have no idea how to parent, and not just black parents either; community politics that has transformed into career politics where politicians work for themselves as opposed to working for their electorate; a society increasingly devoid of empathy for the ‘have-nots’ and which takes great pleasure in marginalising those ‘have-nots’ along racial and social lines.

I think we have debated the issues long enough to know that the situation we find our community in has been borne out of many factors. We’re pretty much past pointing fingers and apportioning blame now though. We can still point if we want to, but it’s probably time walk up to the problems and simply deal with them. Forget the ones we can’t control for now and start with the ones we can do something about. A start may be to just seek to understand the way in which our world has evolved to land us in this mess. Even for those of us that live a ‘cushy’ life where none of these issues ever enter our sphere, whenever children are dying, we must make it our business to engage.

Like many parents of a young black boy in London, I am increasingly aware of how he is already perceived by those around him, many of whom won’t even know him. Whilst the saying goes, ‘what people think of you is not your business’, in this situation, it is our business because the consequences of those skewed perceptions can lead us down a path we should not have to tread. And even if I or you may not be the one that treads that path, either of us may have to take that walk with someone we care about. And trust me, I know, it’s not a stroll in a lavender-filled meadow. That thought alone compels me to engage and do something and surely that must go for all of us, whoever and wherever we are.


What is your something?

My something is words – putting them together to tell a story. My other something is connecting people. My other, other something is seeking knowledge. I am going to put together all my somethings and throw them out there under the guidance of the Spirit. One thing that has consistently come up in the many conversations I have been a part of in the last week is that there are many individuals and collectives who are doing so much to address many of the problems that have come to the fore. And, there are many who want to do their something. So why not bring everyone together?

Over the next few days or weeks or however long it takes, I will connect those who are doing with those who want to do. When the idea came to mind, I realised that actually, many of these folk are already in my contacts list. So this was pre-ordained! Starting tomorrow, I will share stories of the many good works that some amazing individuals are already doing, and some of the eye-opening conversations we have had. If you think you can help them in any way, I urge you to do so. If it inspires you to do your something, even better!



Fear Not For He Runs With You


Bible VerseI have been running pretty much since I was 12 years old, on and off, but very much on for the last 15 years. Even ran the Virgin London Marathon in April 2010, a defining moment for any human being. Preparing for my 5 hours and 26 minutes of personal glory meant training through rain, sleet, snow and ice over the months of December to February, then revelling in the changing of the seasons as winter made way to spring.


The dreaded winter runs

Yet every year, I absolutely dread starting my winter runs. I mean really dread. I am a child of the sun through and through, born in Zimbabwe and raised across the Caribbean. How I have survived nearly 30 years in England is anyone’s guess. But that’s another story.

For the past 2 weeks, since the clocks went back and the temperatures dipped, I have found every reason why I couldn’t and shouldn’t run: It’s too dark so it’s not safe. Got to get to work extra early today so no time to run. I’m just getting over a cold (which finished 3 weeks ago). I didn’t lay my clothes out last night and it’s going to take too long to find them. I’ll go tomorrow. I really can’t be bothered.

Then I realised that all week I had been fearful of a lot of stuff. I was worrying about my parents’ health even though they were actually chilled about things. I was getting wound up about my son’s seemingly lackadaisical attitude towards preparing for his entry exams in 2 months, even though he was obsessed with getting into high school. A couple big projects at work just weren’t progressing quickly enough and so I was actually dreading even looking at them. I was putting off having a conversation with a really challenging individual about their really challenging attitude and now I was avoiding them altogether. I was feeling pretty below par all week, then started getting annoyed with myself as really my life was nothing to be miserable about at all, especially considering the crap a whole load of other people have to face.


Fear of failure

Then as I started my morning devotions today the penny dropped…and made a loud clang. First of all the title of today’s ‘UCB’s Word For Today’ devotional was about exactly what I had been experiencing all week: fear. And the first few sentences read:

‘Let’s take a look at some of our most common fears and how we can overcome them. Fear of Failure. This is the most common fear of all, and it keeps us from fulfilling any vision God may give us.’

I hadn’t run properly for about 3 weeks and it was now all dark and cold and wet and yucky. I was fearful of the pain from the blast of the freezing air on my cheeks, the vasospasm of the blood vessels in my fingertips even through my lined gloves and the resistance of my thighs as I willed them to step up, move fast and get it all over and done with. I was fearful of not being able to comfortably finish a run after my 3-week hiatus. I had totally forgotten the lesson that God had taught me all those years ago as He had given me the strength, the will, the resilience and the stubbornness to train in some of the harshest weather there was to achieve my personal goal. He had shown me the stuff I was made of and here I was essentially disrespecting how far He had brought me – way beyond a 3-miler through the ‘burbs in 7ºC.

How often had I worked through tasks that seemed impossible just by taking a step back, a deep breath in and a moment in prayer? And really my father’s blood pressure was really not that high and a second week of monitoring as suggested by a doctor who was objective about it was ok. And as for my son, he was after all a), only 9, b), confident he could do it, c), left with 8 whole weeks of prep, and d), actually doing this a whole year earlier to see if he was ready. On top of that, hadn’t we already prayed  for his success? And I won’t even mention the really deep valleys that He, our Creator, had lifted me and others up from, and to a higher plane each and every time.


Step out in faith

I was spending a lot of time being fearful of stuff that I had already dealt with yet had fallen into the trap that we all easily do – that default setting of self-doubt and thus forfeiting our faith. So I read on and meditated on the Word: ‘They will have no fear of bad news; their hearts are steadfast, trusting in the Lord.’  – Psalm 112:7. I prayed as per the devotional: ‘Ask God to remove any fear you may feel of not being good enough. Thank Him that He loves and accepts us just as we are, while inspiring us to improve.’

The devotional went on: ‘Using the gifts God has given you, step out and take a risk based on faith, trusting Him for success.’

And so I stepped out. I set my Nike+ Run Club app to a 2 mile run but when the time was up, I was just warming up so I carried on and ended up doing 4.7 miles. Whilst I was running, divine inspiration came and I worked out this absolutely cracking introduction to a presentation in 2 days’ time. When I got back, 9-year-old was done with homework and was enthusiastic about practicing an exam paper which he completed in good time. And his score, with 7 weeks to go, means if he carries on at this pace, he’ll ace it…and his parents’ purse strings will remain tight for another 6 years. But that’s cool because if we step out, ‘You will have good success’ – Joshua 1:8.’

As for my being a little unsatisfied/unhappy/grumpy all week, well the endorphin rush fixed all that. However, as my little book of ‘Everyday Happiness – 365 Ways to a Joyful Life’ says for today, November 12th:


Book of Happiness

May we be all encouraged to step out in faith for guaranteed success in all we do – big or small!




Dear Mr and Mrs Obama

Thank you.

For encouraging Change

For reminding us that Yes We Can

For encouraging us to reclaim Hope

For showing us that if you go higher when they go lower, it’s a win-win, though really the win is mostly ours and not so much theirs

For allowing our children to grow up knowing that if a black man runs the ‘free world’, it’s no biggie – when they grow up, if they want to do the same, or anything else for that matter, they can

For showing the rest of the world that not only does functional love exist between a black man and a black woman, it is actually the reality for the majority of us

For validating the black family…and how central grandma is to that family

For shutting down the angry black woman thing

For putting the ‘respeck’ back in the black man’s name

For showing the world that it’s quite normal to be articulate, educated, high achievers who are dynamic and inclusive, grow vegetables, love hip-hop and basketball, have beach holidays in Hawaii with ripped abs when they’re nearly 50, hug the Queen, give us shoulder goals, and keep their child away from the presidential farewell celebrations because said child has an exam the following day…and be black at the same time

For your impeccable style and grace

For giving us back our confidence

For inspiring an entire planet

For showing white people that they can indeed pronounce an African name if they just r-e-a-d out the l-e-t-t-e-r-s as they are wr-i-tt-e-n

For showcasing your culture and bringing others together

For not getting embroiled in some scandal – of course you are not perfect, we just haven’t seen your imperfections – but we thank you for giving us a breather on the shenanigans because chances are we will now get plenty of that

For, merely as a result of your presence in the White House, exposing the racial hypocrisy in your nation

For making us all proud.


Because it’s not always about giving people what is expected

Some wanted you to create predictable radical social-political change in your country: ‘fix all of black people’s problems’

But the roots, and there are plenty, of those problems were never going to be upturned with a two-term dig of the shovel by one hu-man

Your soil doesn’t allow that

Sometimes leadership is about sowing a seed

It’s about leading by example, re-igniting the self-worth of those that bestowed upon you the privilege of being a leader

So that ‘they’ remember that the soil belongs to them too

That kind of awakening psyches ‘them’ out, makes ‘them’ do weird things like choosing an Orange President

But the combination of being ‘woke’ on one side and going ‘weird’ on the other has potential

Potential to open the door for what you proclaimed way back in 2008, A Change We (All) Need.


Do keep in touch Barack and Michelle. And by the way do a little something later for Sasha please; it really wasn’t her fault she had an exam…




One Really Proud Black Woman