Have you every truly considered writing a book about your life? Each time I think about it, I just smile and wonder if people could even believe the things that have transpired in mine. I also wonder if I could write it without bias. Trust me, it would sound more like fiction than an autobiographical account. Then I think about my friends and I can only smile again, because based on what I know about their lives, the things that have occurred there are equally unbelievable. I guess that is why reality shows are doing so well. Everybody can actually relate to them. One thing is for sure, whatever anyone would believe about a successful African American male with a good education, would be challenged based on what I could say. But I am thankful for my experiences. But I also realize that I did not need them all to make me what I am. If I had listened to my parents, I could have avoided lots of pitfalls and lots of unnecessary grief. I keep wondering if I should write the book.

There are some rather prominent black politicians that have been in the limelight recently. Many are very well respected and are no doubt trying to affect change. While I cannot imagine how anyone can make sense of whats happening in Georgia with the House race with two Black candidates, I must say that it has been painfully amusing. Then what of the senate races in Maryland and Tennessee?

Let me make my point quickly. There is a theory of homosocial reproduction that basically means whatever the color, whatever the gender, whatever the sexual orientation, in order to be a part of some exclusive clubs, you must become like those with whom you chose to be associated.

This means black politicians would behave no differently, would not have opininons that are distinguishable from, and would conform to the platform of whichever party they are associated? Does this happen in reality? Is it happening now? What do you think?

I have to admit that I am saddened by the title of this post. For after pondering and seeking truth and reality about little Black boys, I am left with the unquestionable realization that little Black boys are the most forgotten and overlooked group in America.

Let me make my point with questions. How many educated men (Black or White) do you know that take the time to impart knowledge and hope into little Black boys? How many little Black boys do you know that are looking for someone that they can call "daddy"? In which state is there an agency that can tell a father who pays child support what the money was used for? When has the church taken up an offering to assist little Black boys in its neighborhood? Does the school system care enough to have an alternative if they kick them out?

Finally, what happens to these forgotten and neglected little Black boys when they start to realize that the schools don't care, children services and child support agencies really don't care, the church really doesn't care, sometimes their real dad, really doesnt care.

They are left to fend for themselves. The gangsta rap stars become their role models. They become obsessed with things and bling and their heads are filled with......well......nothing that you imparted into them. So is it their fault? Or is it our collective fault? My vote is for the latter. Mentor a young Black boy today.

You can even change the color from little Black boys to little White boys, if you like, because poor (economically disadvantaged) little White boys are often in the same predicament.

The hills of life serve as the highpoint
They are the place from which progress can viewed
Or from which inevitability can be surveyed
If I spend my life fulfilling others and rendering service
The hills show me from whence I ascended

If I spend my time complaining and plotting
The hills show me my bitter destiny
The top is good when you worked to arrive there
It holds the inevitable and unenviable fate
For those who were placed there

The first shall be last and the last shall be first
Such philosophy means nothing to nobility
Whether such status be true or imagined
To the one who starts the race light-years behind
To reach the hilltop only places them out of the reach of humanity
And takes them closer to God

Thousands of proud Kenyans lined the streets in Kisumu, Kenya to get a glimpse of the son of one of their own. On Saturday a throng of proud Kenyans came out to greet Sen. Barack Obama as he returned to the home of his late father. He made the trip to draw attention to the AIDS epidemic in Africa.

Such a visit bodes well for Obama, who has done well as United States Senator from Illinois. His story is one that crosses party lines.

Obama's grandmother and uncle still live in the small village. Obama and his father share the same first and last name. His dad died in 1982 in an auto accident.

Kenya has 32 million residents, More than 1.2 million people have been infected with HIV as of 2004. In Kenya the national infection rate is near 6.5%. In the Kisumu region, the rate is 24 percent. This is the reason Obama is there. He seeks to make a difference by raising awareness so that the people can get help across the board.

No real politics here, just one man trying to make a difference. Maybe some others will do the same.