Dreams and Aspirations

This post made my day. In the world that we live in, we must not let constant setbacks erase our dreams. These dreams will help push us forward. Thank you for posting this, Saki D. Mogano

This blog reflects the contents of my heart - Saki D Mogano

I woke up feeling motivated. Motivated to let the past be, and just control the future. I woke up from a dream.

My aspirations direct my dreams, haunt my sleep, and leave my body feeling extremely tired. I dream a lot. I dream about a snow white blog with grey letters, a blog with interactive followers. I dream about a great career and a supporting wife. I dream about a life I could create for myself if I keep going, but still worry if keeping going is not suicidal, to my dreams.

I miss my unwary days; the childhood that got my mother asking herself if I will let go of the mischieviousness that drove my every day motives. I miss not worrying.


I am 28, I will be 29 on the 5th day of January 2015. I am an unemployed postgrad who will be registering his MA in Communication…

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Another Year and Sincere Thoughts

The time has come again to thank everyone who has visited my site this year. I appreciate the visits, the likes, and the comments. This year has been full of happiness and personal growth, but has also been full of heartache. As I’m writing this, I have a mother and a son in mind that were killed by police in Chicago in the early morning hours on December 26, 2015. Their names are Bettie Jones and Quintonio LeGrier. Both had just celebrated Christmas with their loved ones. A time of joy ended with time for violence. The coming of a new year should be another year of opportunities and growth. But just what kind of opportunities will present themselves? And opportunities for whom? As time moves forward, so must we. To all, do what you can to continue to be the best that you can be in the new year and the years to come. I will do the same.

Samara M. Douglas

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The Musical Joy Of Lonnie Liston Smith

I’ve been listening to this album a lot, lately. It’s one of my favorites.

Astral Traveling (1973) by Lonnie Listen Smith and The Cosmic Echoes

Video was posted to You Tube on February 5, 2015 by Aguirre.


1 – Astral Traveling (5:30)
2 – Let Us Go into the House of the Lord (6:22)
3 – Rejuvenation (5:35)
4 – I Mani (Faith) (6:10)
5 – In Search of Truth (7:11)
6 – Aspirations (4:23)
7 – Astral Traveling [Alternate Version] (5:37)
8 – Rejuvenation [Alternate Version] (6:33)
9 – I Mani (Faith) [Alternate Version] (5:57)
10 – In Search of Truth [Alternate Version] (6:23)


Lonnie Liston Smith: Piano, Electric Piano, Arranger & Composer

George Barron: Soprano & Tenor Sax

Joe Beck: Guitar

David Lee, Jr.: Drums

Cecil McBee: Bass

Sonny Morgan: Congas & Percussion

James Mtume: Congas & Percussion

Bandal Roy: Tabla

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“Beauty is not caused. It is.” -Emily Dickinson


“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.”  -Edgar Allen Poe


I went for a long walk in Harlem one evening, and ended up here in Central Park. This is one of my favorite hang out spots in the park. There’s something about water that is very soothing to me. I’m an Aries,  which is a fire sign. Perhaps my love of water keeps me in balance? I don’t know what it is. I just know that I can sit and just watch the water all day and feel at ease.


Prospect-Park-.jpgThis was a beautiful day in Brooklyn. I went to Prospect Park for the first time, and was pleasantly surprised. It’s beautiful, and so peaceful. I made a habit of going here to walk around the lake. It’s a long train ride from Harlem, but the trip is worth it.

I was enjoying a beautiful day at Brighton Beach in Brooklyn. Every time I spend a day here, I end up being entertained all day long. There’s always plenty of laughter, fun, music, and relaxation. And I can’t forget about the wine!  


This was taken in Long Beach, while I still lived in Los Angeles. I enjoyed coming here during the week when the beach was pretty empty. I would always spend time, pretty much  in this same spot. I could stay here for hours, watching the water, and listening to the waves. This photo brings back a lot of good memories.

“A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.” -John Keats

All photos were taken with my Blackberry Smartphone.

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The 20th Anniversary of The Million Man March

Saturday, October 10,  2015

Washington, D.C.

20th Anniversary of The Million Man March

“Justice Or Else”

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The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan was speaking when I took these two photos. It was a beautiful day.


I finally made it to the lawn around 10:30 am when I took this photo.

“My Fire Was Lit”

As I listened to all of the guest speakers on this day, and as I waited to see and hear The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan, I was surrounded by a sea of beautiful people, united for justice. Brotherhood and Sisterhood was abundant, and love showed its glory. Overwhelmed with emotion, I couldn’t help but shed tears of joy. On the most incredible and life changing days of my life, my fire was lit, and it was ignited deep within me. I promised to stay on a righteous path. I promised to be better and do better. Feeling a renewed sense of self and purpose, I promised to do more.  I will continue to teach, both in the classroom, and out of it.

Now Playing…This is one of my favorites by Poor Righteous Teachers: “Rock Dis Funky Joint” from their album “Holy Intellect,” which was released in 1990. “Smooth like the wise words spoken from a prophet. Rough like a slave trying to get away. See I combine, with two kinds of rhyme trying to reach you. The knowledge of myself makes me a Poor Righteous Teacher. Stop to flip the topic. Islamically I drop it. My duty be to teach, so keep your pistol in your pocket. I-Self-Lord-And-Master. Travelling fatster. As I get closer to the point. Rock dis funky joint.” – Wise Intelligent

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Fleetwood Mac Performing “Rhiannon” Live

This is one of my favorite bands performing live on Burt Sugarman’s show, “The Midnight Special in 1976.” I remember as a kid, trying to stay up late to watch it. I’d always fall asleep!

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Just Thinking Aloud About Sandra Bland


“We know the road to freedom has always been stalked by death.” – Angela Davis


     Yesterday, Sandra Bland was laid to rest. Another Black body was laid to rest. Another Black body was murdered. Another Black body that leaves me full of questions that I want answers to. What happened? Why is it that Sandra Bland was in jail alive one minute, and the next minute she was dead?

So many heartbreaking questions fill my head.

Why can’t we just BE?

     The list of things that Black folks can’t do is getting longer, with every Black body laid to rest. This list sends a message that Black folks are supposed to bow down to white supremacy and stay in our so-called place, like we’re living in the days of the master oppressing the slave. Fuck that shit! Just walking down the street seems to send a signal of, “I’m a threat.” My, no, our, articulate, intelligent, and wonderful  selves are threatening to some folks. Our Black bodies just standing still are threatening to some folks. What it seems that we can’t do, is show our intelligence, our assertiveness, and our independence. And after Sandra Bland rightfully showed hers, she is no longer here. It makes me wonder how long will I be here? And who will be next?

So many heartbreaking questions fill my head.

Why did Sandra Bland have to die?

     I was born and raised in America (wait…Amerikkka), and I feel like I have no home. I never really feel at home. Never really feel at ease. Never really know when white supremacy will take my last breath, like it took Sandra Bland’s. And as her death is being investigated by those of “The Law”, I wonder how many of them wear a white sheet when they go home at the end of the day? It’s going to be a long road to freedom, justice, and equality.

     I don’t have time to have an ounce of fear, as there’s work to do. You better believe I will continue traveling down that long road towards freedom, justice, and equality. I don’t have time for doubt either. But I have plenty of time to have faith and hope. I have plenty of time to have strength and courage. I’ll need all four, as I do what I must in 0rder to survive. But I can’t stop at survival. I have to do what I must to be able to live FREELY. I am not an animal to be hunted. We are not animals to be killed for sport. I must do all that I can to make sure that it is understood that BLACK LIVES DO MATTER (#BlackLivesMatter) . MY life matters. Sandra Bland’s life  STILL matters. I owe Sandra Bland my all and my best.

     Sandra Bland may be physically gone, but her strength, courage, and shining light will certainly live on.


“I think the importance of doing activist work is precisely because it allows you to give back and to consider yourself not as a single indivisual who may have achieved whatever, but to be a part of an ongoing historical movement.”  – Angela Davis

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