08/25/2026
Saturday’s hike and fellowship left me refreshed. I held onto that spirit and brought it home with me.
Then Sunday came: ran a 5K, felt like I was jogging. Celebrated my son’s 26th birthday (Go Isaiah!!) !! Ran and Worked out today.
And I had to ask myself: Why on earth would I be weak as to allow negativity to invade the algorithm of my mental space so fast? I saw some negativity online. I laughed it off. Naw. My cup is full.
I’m not at Black Men’s Hikes for social currency. You won’t see my logo plastered across my chest. I’m not there to promote myself.
On those days, I’m Clark Kent. Bruce Banner.
I’m there for the advancement of community.
And I believe advancement starts in the mirror.
Men getting unified. Men getting sharpened. Men learning how to disagree without destroying one another. Men who can put down the ego long enough to pick up the mission.
And not every man is doing that.
Some are potters. Some just come to make reels.
Some are simply puppets with strings, slaves to their own followers. The scared to hide like count types. Imagine being controlled by the people you think you’re leading.
That’s not what we need. We need warriors. Sacred warriors. Ones willing to be transparent and lift each other up. Not just in the wins. But the losses to that we miss the learning moment from if we in our feelings.
Men willing to fix, learn, share, invite, redefine, polish, unite, contribute and fellowship.
Whether it’s standing with young men in an elders program, learning from elders who came before us, or simply welcoming the brother who walked in off the street looking for something more than a show.
More than complaints. More than criticism. More than feeding the algorithm. More than being used for somebody else’s view count.
I’m looking for growth. I’m looking for brotherhood. I’m looking for transformation.
And if you’re not coming to build, then what exactly are you coming for? Me? I’m feeling good. Nothing in me that wants to hate or play victim, even in my own drama. My territory is love. That’s all I can control. That might be hard to see because fake can’t see the real. They think it’s fake because they see to much with their eyes.