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I feel we need more social awareness about voting and registering to vote. Frequently I have conversations with friends about the current events associated with our country.  It bothers me when I hear people talking about what they like or dislike about government elects but then you also hear them say” that’s why I don’t vote because nothing changes”(Friends). 

A lot of people who choose not to vote are the one’s not trying to enhance their situation by not embracing the polls.  This is mainly directed at our younger generation who a lot of them no matter the ethnic background could care less about voting.  Sadly, when things start affecting them, or someone or a situation than we hear the negativity associated with politics. 

Many people start feeling that voting does not help their life or living situation. Azalia Contreras, a Hispanic voter in Miami, said “despite the outreach candidates in Florida from both parties can count her out this year”. They are all the same, “said Contreras.  “I am not voting this time or anymore while I’m alive” (Contreras).  Statistics show non-voters are younger, less educated and less affluent, also more likely to be a member of a minority group. Andrew Toth president of the Dole Institute of Politics student advisory board stated “personal education about political affairs is the next key”. “Everyone should make a point to stay informed about political leaders and know what their position is and what it does” (Toth). 

According to Midterm elections an estimated 22.8 percent of all eligible young people ages 18-29 voted in the 2010 Midterms.  In 2008, young women came out to the polls in large numbers. Here are some statistics associated with women votes; 55 percent of young voters were women, this is a consistent trend with 53 percent of all votes cast by women.  Also, this was especially strong for young African American voters, 61 percent who came to the polls were women. 

The best method of attracting new voters is by going door to door.  Also, getting young people who can be looked at as peers could help with the education aspect and information, according to The Center for Information & Research on Civic Learning and Engagement. The least effective method is an automated phone call.  Start in the very beginning with basics telling a voter where to vote, when to vote and how to operate voting machines.  I feel voter’s especially young individuals are vital because when they become interested they will return. 

To bring more social awareness I would use the door to door method.  I would leave flyers, and literature for potential new voter to read and understand and also giving them the option to actually learn some facts about issue being voted on by the public.  Also radio is extremely powerful especially early mornings and evenings for young adults.  Radio stations are listened to by college students who could help educate those who are less educated and may not fully understand what they are voting for. 

Another way I would spread the message is by word of mouth this is a powerful way of getting the word out. This is also another way to educate people on a one on one basis. This form of advertising can be done by getting dedicated voting citizens to speak with others on campuses, in front of stores, malls, via telephone conversations with friends and becoming active in communities. I would also consider billboard advertising especially in the inner cities metropolitan areas to help get the message out affectively.

This topic is very important to me because a lot of important issues are being voted on and addressed and we need to decide on those issues as whole and not just certain age groups.  Furthermore, we have politicians that are running for office and we need to educate ourselves on what those people’s issues are instead of complaining about what happens in the future when the future is in the hands of the voters.

This is not a race issue because a lot of younger generations of all races should participate and become interested in making a difference and vote on Election Day and return when Midterm voting is scheduled.  There are a lot of things I do not know but I enjoy learning about what politicians are focused on and who is running for what and who is running against each whom. 

Also, a lot of people forget that it takes years to fix problems that arise in our country.  The president cannot repair every situation as soon as he is sworn in as the leader of our nation. Once people understand that, that is almost impossible to do, they will be more willing to still participate and exercise their right as being an American citizen and go vote.  It is vital that people understand that the president has steps he has to take before changes to our country can be made.  This also applies to a certain bill being put on the table for the public to vote on. If you’re not willing to vote, you should not be upset if you do not like the outcome of the situation in the future. 

Works Cited 

Bondon, John. “Voting turnout among young adults decreases for 2010 Midterm elections.” November 15, 2010. 

Dwyer, Devin. “Will Majority of Americans not vote in 2010 Midterm Election.” November 2, 2010. government. “Youth Ohio City Cycles on Voting.” N/A. 

DeWayne White AKA BraineMatter AKA Max

Max Pro Check Publishing 

I have to admit the appearance of the women made one like myself think.  I also knew it was no chance I stopped by the hardware store and picked up new locks and ordered security doors so this insane group couldn’t get access to me personally.  Remembering that Trance told me shower heads had camaras installed taking a chance on them hiding inside my home was not an option.  I had mixed feelings, the women are hot.  And sexually my experiences are advanced. Having a relationship meant spending time I didn’t have seeing that I requently take business trips, or spend a lot of time working locally.  At my leisure could be the “Your-In”, but why such a gruesome beginning? The one question I wanted to know that never really mattered.  

I decided to go out for a few beers and have myself a shot of top shelf brown liquor.  After the alcohol buzz began settling, I pulled my keys from my left coat pocket and walked out the door.  On my windshield was a piece of college rule notebook paper.  Removing the paper was easy, but excepting what was written on it wasn’t.  It was from the “Your-In”!  It read in capital letters YOU DO NOT AND SHOULD NOT DRINK ALONE SINCERELY THE “YOUR-IN”.  For the sake of me, I knew I was being stalked, but what can I do about it.  My mind raced back and forth pondering on my lack of sex life. Seemingly that I’ve accepted anal from a woman, and sex that turned into a Bloody Mary due to an arriving cycle I couldn’t come to terms with piss and blood going down my manly throat.  While kicking off my loosly tied shoes, as my feet walked into my living room, I had a strong feeling someone had been inside unannounced.  The house had an old dirty dish rag smell to it.  I thought to myself, maybe it was coming from the kitchen, so it was overlooked.  By this time, my cock needed to be pulled out and hung over the toilet for draining.  My drunk self darted upstairs!  Before I could begin masturbating staggering, and off balance just enough for me to slip on my rug head first I collapsed straight into the tub. Splash Splush Splash!  Unexpectedly, my tub was filled with urine and blood around 55 gallons worth. 

The tonic instantly went up my nose I couldn’t help but fart, gag, and last swollow.  Wait a minute after accidentally tasting the tonic it taste’s the same as red cool-aide.  That was a fucked up joke to play on me.  How did someone get into my house?  Is the “Your-In” sending me a signal letting me know they are in great confidence of me joining their so called fuck group?  Well I wasn’t I’m a business man not a menstrual and piss drinker. How many people actually sign up for this ritual daily is what I’m curious about?  So far I’ve swayed away from my stalkers!  I hopped out the filled up tub turned my head to the left and seen a small shot glass.  The glass I picked up off the counter-sink I drank from.  The taste confirmed it was the same liquor I was drinking earlier at the bar.  On the glass was a pair of medium size lips made, and somewhat smeared lipstick.  

  

Max AKA BraineMatter AKA DeWayne White 

Max Pro Check Publishing©

“So Trance you mean to tell me I get to sleep with all those wives with no strings attached.”  “But Max, their is this so called ritual a condition.  The “Your-In” club is about drinking female urine mixed with good ol iron while the woman of your choice is on her menstrual. After you do that, you are officially in.”  “I’m a freak, but no fucking vampire let alone a piss drinker.  By the way, how many woman are in this group”  I asked, with a debatable look on my face?  “As much time as you spend going through an empty phone book having a drink and wanking off, you of all should consider”, Trance answered.  “The ritual is called “Your-In” now Max see you later.”  “I hope not”, I mumbled.  One more question before you leave Trance!  “How do those women know I have a beautiful cock?”  Trance stared at me and said, “the showers have cameras, also.  Don’t worry Max if your perved enough you’ll drink. The women will be in touch by email pick your girl. Hundreds of thousands close to a million women Max!” “I don’t care”, I said walking to take my seat to attend the last seminar.”  “Oh Max!”  I stopped, turning my head to look at Trance hopefully for the last time.  “I forgot to tell ya, you passed the “Your-In” required by the men.  You mixed piss.”  I shrugged my shoulders upward and proceeded to keep walking.  To my surprise, after the seminar, Trance was no where around. Not that I wanted to have another word about this group called the “Your-In”.  Even though my life was boring enough, I had no appetite to spruce it up with menstrual and pee.

Once I placed my suitcase and belongings inside the Greyhound’s storage compartment, I walked to the back of the bus to use the hand sanitizer inside of the porta-potty.  I lifted the warm black plastic lid to take a leak and saw dark red fluid floating instead of the typical blue sanitation solution used to water down foul smells and break down bowel.  As I bent over to get a closer look, large thick dark red blood clots the size of fresh tomatoe pulps were inside the toilet. “Here we go again” I shouted, loud enough for other passengers to have probably heard me.  Standing their with penis in hand do I urinate knowing that the “Your-In” has already basically forced me to mix piss.  This amount of blood I’m no doctor, but I wonder if medical has even seen this much extraction.  The toilet looks as if it was used as a dump pot for a large Plasma center’s hazardous chemicals.  Who knows what’s underneath all that waste.  My decision was final.  I would be waiting a full two hours until this bus arrive in another state to use Greyhound’s facility restroom.  The bus had began to move backwards so I didn’t want to cause a big scene so I quietly unlocked and opened the door walked between the seats to take my position.  I wanted out of that city and nothing was going to delay my leaving any longer not even reporting the sight of thick blood.  I had no problem deciding not even close to considering becoming part of such a group as the “Your-In”.  How could you ask someone to drink such an unpurified substance just to become to them someone of substance?  The “Your-In” group could very well have members in my hometown.  This situation regarding the dark urine and blood has become part of my everyday life.  What happens to me if I’m so horny one day and I drink the mixed antidote?  My sex life has been at standstill every since I started my new business career. When I arrived back in my hometown, I did everything to avoid contact with strangers.  Maybe it was around the third week of my return when I started receiving emails from beautiful women.

  



To be continued:

 Max AKA BraineMatter AKA DeWayne White 

Max Pro Check Publishing©

Years ago, a lot people began adapting to open discussions which has made a huge impact on society.  Their have been many different topics.  One of my favorite issues is bi-sexual women.  We see a lot of this openness while relaxing and watching television, or even at your local grocery or adult video store.  Let me begin by saying “I have no issue with a women lusting or being in love with another women.”  Now, as a lot of people know ranging from teens to adults all the way up to senior citizens, their have been two women that decided to fuck each other and include a male.  We called this good shit a threesome.  My questions were and still are the same.  Are these ladies only doing this to get paid? Are these ladies doing this as a fad?  Are these ladies really freaks?  To figure this out one must find two ladies that are extremely close friends or become friends with bi-sexual females.

I met a dark, thick, fair looking lady in her mid twenties.  I won’t say when I actually met this girl, but I will say this out loud “I was single and trying to have an open relationship, if I met someone.”  After we chilled and partied with each other a few times, we decided to have no strings attached sex.  Days later she offered to give me head, dick therapy.  I won’t go into great detail, but I was convinced that I had ran into a freak.  A few weeks went by, I was in her neighborhood, so I decided to stop by her apartment.  For the first time since we’ve known each other she had another person over her apartment, a female.  Instantly, when I walked through the door and turned my head she was laying right there on the furniture. 

Of course, I’m shooting my regular which is relaxing not saying to little and not to much.  I guess you can say me and this new face looked at each others face from short distance several times.  After a brief conversation about normal topics which I won’t discuss, me and the girl that I had known for a while took a ride to the liquor store.  I decided to ask her what’s up with her girl.  I basically said that I was interested in allowing her friends eyes watch me fuck her into a strong orgasm and if she got horny enough she might take her cloths off.  From her reaction I think that she might have taken a liken to me and had other ideas.  We partied that night with no sex.  Basically, after that, she stopped answering her door.  I knew this was a sincere friendship, but I did not know she wanted more.  She never really answered my question.  To end this, I do not want readers to misunderstand me.  I am no different from any other straight man that likes to fuck women.  I did not mean to insult her, if I did.  She asked me two good questions and I gave her two good answers in return.  I felt comfortable around her even though we did not know each other for a long period of time, so the third question was on me.  If I felt different, or picked up on her vibe that question would not have been up for discussion.  I was thinking more on the freaky side of things.  Forget about the porn and the paid hoes what about what really goes on behind closed doors.   

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 I wonder how many people in this universe actually believe in curses.  To be exact, I don’t even know if I actually believe in such a mystery.  Lately, I have been having some really weird instances involving public and residential bathrooms.  Those instances seem to appear randomly out of nowhere like a healthy person running dead smack into death at an overcrowded amusement park.  You the bystander’s first thought, “the man was just standing in line, and next thing ya know he dropped dead.”  The random instances I’m speaking of involves piss, shit, and human blood.  I could hurriedly walk into a men’s restroom to find different shades of yellow piss, or simply put, watery shit waiting on me.  None of the urinals or shitters are ever flushed.  What’s even more troubling the shit nor shitter never has toilet paper fragments and pieces stuck to either item from a cleaned wiped human ass.  Stop for a second, and imagine the smell that fills the air in such a room.  When I walk into the men’s room, I could either be in a hurry to urinate or I have to use the shitter.  With my man hood out my first instinct is to not piss on top of another guys urine, and vice a versa, in regards to the intertwined shit, and water.  I will not piss on a man’s shit.  The same insane and noticeable pattern has popped my eyes out in residential homes.  With each gender making up an household, I have walked inside of a families restroom to see the toilet water being occupied by either female or male blood.  I say either because their is never a string attached to a used tampon which is easily visible inside any commode.  The aroma of strong blood mixed with iron, and ass has been strong enough to expand certain parts of my nose in a fluttered heart rhythm with each inhaled breath.  Is someone trying to curse me?  What would happen if I pissed or shitted on another man’s piss?  What could happen if a woman has put a curse on me and I piss or shit on her blood during her cycle?  

Is someone trying to curse me? I am not a voodoo specialist, but this feels so strange. I feel like I have to be extremely careful, I feel as though I should be curious as well. Curious to the fact that every bathroom stop has become some kind of test or trap of some sort. I have the slightest clue as to why such a person, group, or groupies has chosen me to be pursued in such a peculiar manner. This isn’t like your typical sports curse, ya know! When I was younger my friends and I believed that, if we split a telephone pole, we would have ten years of bad luck. It only takes two people to split a pole. To split the pole each person has to walk on each side, and walk evenly at the same time. If this happens, the curse happens. This type of curse well the myth of the curse is self induced. How is this possible? No toilet flushing! Needless to say, if someone isn’t wiping their ass, the same person, group, or groupies are possibly not using the sink to wash hands after using the porcelain tunnel. An explanation for this cultral practice could mean that a shower could be taken immediately after taking a dump. Most certainly their are different levels of shit. You know, us ass wipers if our diet is on point we might get lucky and shit out the perfect turd “the torpedo”and if that’s the case wiping our asses could be over with one wipe. What happens if those group of people who are employed and good ol-mother nature decides to show up at work? Huh! Think about it, if someone doesn’t wipe their asshole, why should they need to wash those hands? Why, because germs are present from people who use the restroom and touched door handles, sinks, toilet paper, papertowel fixtures, and bodyparts which all have invisible bacteria stuck to them. I had to rush out of town for business and I be damned the same sick pattern appeared in each urinal and shitter. No matter where I went, or the size of the event, nor how many were present no one would flushing toilets, but me.  

  

Why isn’t anyone flushing toilets?  I could not answer that question!  Most people have been in a situation that causes them to move faster than they normally would.  We call this being in a hurry, or simply put, rushing!  Was every one in that such of a hurry? Pondering on the rushing theory I thought to myself, “naw, maybe, yea whatever.”  I found the address where I would be attending an all-day seminar.  Right before the noon lunch break I felt the urge to leave five minutes early and get a jump on refreshing myself for the remainder of the afternoon.  My stomach had been a little sour from the previous meal, but nothing to major that I couldn’t handle.  I walked down the busy street on the same block the seminar was being held to purchase lunch.  I ordered sit-in instead of take-out.  I ate fairly quickly walked back to the glass building where the seminar was being held looking for the restroom.  I thought I was dreaming.  The line was so long to urinate I became instantly ridiculously annoyed. When I was finally able to pee, I had seen dark buttery yellow male urine floating and waiting to be pissed on and mixed with my fluid.  I couldn’t manually flush any of the urinals because these were the new automated facilities that relies on motion via electronics and LED’s. LED’s (light emmitting diodes) are small lights used for various reasons mainly showing functionality.  I also noticed that the LED’s were out and I had a serious choice to make.  The seminar was scheduled to résumé in one whole minute.  I either had to mix piss, be late, or take a leak outside disregarding a busy moving business area.  Pressed for time and a line of men behind me waiting to use the restroom, I eagerly took my soft cock out and pissed.  Pee sprinkles made its way out of the urinal finding different parts of my hands to evaporate on mimiking the feeling of light rain sprinkle.  Now I’m pissed! After washing and drying off my hands, I hopped on the elevator and made my way back to the ballroom where the meeting was being held.  I had no idea what I was experiencing, but I felt strange.  Seconds later, a slim guy with carmel colored skin, no facial hair dressed in a dark yellow dress suit with a briefcase in his right hand stood next to me.  His blazer he wore open, unbuttoned; therefore, I was able to read the words displayed on the front of his tee-shirt which said, “your-in.”  As I read those words “your-in” several more times, I took immediate notice to detail that “your-in” basically reads the same as URINE.  He pointed a stick of Juciy Fruit in my direction without saying a word. I declined, he offered me some Skittles, I accepted, “sure, thanks, I’ll have a few.”  

Prior to this bathroom break no one would even look at me.  Was this some kind of business ritual?  When I arrived at my hotel that evening, the same guy in the dark yellow clothing was in the lobby area, but this time his blazer was completely removed.  I continued to my destination stepped inside my room made a sharp right toward the restroom and my toilet had dark buttery yellow piss that brought a stench that took over the fresh water.  Luckily, this room I had the option to flush manually or rely on the motion sensor.  After trying, neither option was operable, so I called room service requesting a new room.  My nightmare was getting worse my new room had poop and piss and that toilet wouldn’t flush, either.  This was a decent hotel with a great reputation.  I made multiple trips to the front lobby asking for a room that was operating correctly. Prior to mixing piss I was fine, I was doing a great job moving away from whatever this is.  Since I had to hurry and needed to pee, my room was now being claimed by someone, a group, groupies, or person.  I totally fucking remember flushing the toilet inside of my hotel room that morning.  Am I cursed, is someone watching me? Something is happening that’s for sure!  Did I give this situation full attention by allowing myself to urinate on top of urine?  The next morning when I woke up my toilet had dark urine waiting again, but this time with a twist because I was able to flush.  I got undressed, I hopped in the shower turned the water on luke warm around 97.3.  Enough to make it feel like a horny slut was giving me deep throat and spitting warmly on my self gratified cock at the same time.  I was turned!  After I bust my balls, I washed up and got out the shower.  On the mirror a letter was taped to the glass that read, “your-in.”  I was happy this was the last day of my business trip.  When I arrived at the seminar, I was paranoid, standing, looking around when all of a sudden I felt a tap on my right shoulder.  It was the guy wearing that same tee-shirt, “your-in.”  He said, “congratulations”, I asked, “what did I do?” “Well Max”, I interrupted and said, “I never gave you my name.” “Didn’t have to your-in.”  “In what, Mr…” call me, he said, “call call me Trance.”  “OK, well, what is this your-in thing, Trance?”  “Those little urinals have cameras, and every man’s piss you mixed with you have the option to sleep with his wife.”  I stared for a brief moment in the opposite direction to say, “I’m not married.” Trance said, “by the way, the your-in group of women thinks you have a beautiful cock, soft and erect.”

To be continued:

 Max  AKA BraineMatter AKA DeWayne White 

Max Pro Check Publishing© 

First off, let me ask you a question.  Have you ever heard that Africans and African Americans don’t like or congregate with one another?  It‘s apparent that we share the same complexions’ but their is a definite taboo between the two groups of people.  Do you believe African Americans share a different nationality, ethnicity, culture, and education opposed to that of Africans living in Ghana?   

In 1960, Anthony Eromosele Oigbokie came to America; he experienced racial slurs not from your vintage original groups such as the KKK white groups but from American blacks wearing clothing that originated from Africa.  According to Antony Eromosele Oigbokie, this was the time when folks were shouting, “Say it loud’ I’m black and I’m proud.”  Yet, when I called someone black, they would say, “why are you so cruel?  Why are you calling us black?”  If they saw me with a girl, they would yell to her, “what are you doing with that African.”  (Africans vs. African Americans, Oigbokie) 

This situation was generated when African tribal leaders sold and profited from selling individuals.  As a result, this could be a reaction from African Americans.  Some African Americans will never forgive or forget.  Actually, many of African people cannot relate to slavery because they have not been a part of the humiliation or experienced the direct impact from this unforgettable experience. 

What the Africans did face in reality, was the distress related to colonial rule and the apartheid.  Some believe that we actually share the same cultural similarities. Omali Yeshitela stated,”whether blacks live on the Ivory Coast or the Atlantic Coast Yeshitela contends, “We’re all the same.  Their are no cultural differences between African’s and African Americans.” 

Has slavery eradicated the bond between Africa and blacks living in America?  Many blacks from America have developed ignorance about Africa.  Next, Africans that arrive here just cannot relate or understand what our ancestor’s here in America has endured because of slavery.  Many black Americans think and believe all Africans are poor.  This is part due to media such as sponsor a child or Aids commercials aired which could enhance one’s mind to believe Africa is a worthless country. 

I have also read that Africans look down on African Americans because they cannot understand why a lot of African Americans don’t take advantage of the opportunities that exist in this country.  It also goes both ways because African Americans look down on Africans because they don’t see them for what they are which is descendants of the same ancestors.  Also, a lot of African Americans look down on Africans who now live in America because of their difference in speaking and customs. 

Here are differences between African and African American weddings.  To honor their ancestors, some Africans have been known to pour out Holy Water, or alcohol afterwards, prayers are said to the ancestral spirits.  On the other hand, African American couples choose to pour out wine or other liquid to honor those that have recently passed away.  Their are some traditions we share together.  For instance, the Kola nut symbolizes the couples willingness or commitments to always help each other.  In Nigeria, both the couple and the parents have to share the Kola nut or the ceremony is not complete.  With African Americans, the Kola nut is implemented as well, and then it is placed inside the home as a reminder to work through any problem they may encounter. 

Another huge situation between blacks and African Americans living in the United States is an income differences.  Actually, in 2009, annual median income of a single-race black household was $32,584 which was a decrease of 4.4 percent in 2008.  In 2003, African immigrant’s median income was over $40,000. According to a study, many Africans send money back to families in Africa.  In an example, 37 percent wired funds between $1,500 and $3,000 and 20 percent sent $3,000 to more than $10,000 annually to support their relatives in their home countries. 

According to the Center for Research on Immigration Policy, in 1990, the median household for an African immigrant was 30,907.  Unfortunately, $19,533 was the average income for African Americans.  I believe most of this is part due to the fact that only 14 percent of African Americans graduate from higher education (college).  “Most of the friction between African people center around the class issue”, says Yeshitela.  He says, “when African Americans and Africans fight over jobs; they are buying into a conspiracy to keep them at odds.”  “I don’t like the artificial separations that won’t allow the two of us to get together.  It is not in our best interest to always be at each other’s throat.”  A professor at Florida State University Na’im Akbar, a psychology specialist stated, “we need to embrace our cultural differences especially since the two groups are in the same boat now, Akbar says”.  Needless to say, when Africans living in Africa and African Americans living in America who are poor most of the time, they continue doing what they’re doing which is not helping their current situation. 

I had a chance to interview a lady who lives in Ohio from East Africa, Tanzania. Her name is Mary Rutayebesebwa.  After speaking with her for about twenty minutes I learned a great deal about how she view African Americans threw her eyes and what she experienced coming from Tanzania to Washington, DC. 

Mary felt that when she came to America to attend college she immediately noticed how the cultures were different.  She felt that the way African American women dressed was extremely inappropriate opposed to her home country and culture.  It was a hot summer fourteen years ago when she arrived in DC.  When she began her college career, she noticed the separation between African Americans and African immigrants. Mary also was honest and admitted to being somewhat judgmental.  Mary informed me that because the different styles of clothing was so apparent, she didn’t want to interact and seem like they are the same people by association.  Mary was referring to African Americans, and Africans being connected by history. 

I asked her to touch on the issue regarding food.  Mary felt that was another wedge between the two.  Cow chicken and rice were prepared for adults, but she said, “mashed potatoes were for the kids cereal also was another choice because adults rarely ate mashed potatoes.” 

I was surprised to discover that African Americans actually withdrew from the information she tried to provide to them about where they originated from which is Africa.  She said, “African Americans would say to her, “we will never go there referring to African, so we don’t want to hear it.”  According to Mary, in school, Africans are taught about countries all over the world. 

Employment was hard for Africans who just arrived to America because of work permits being a necessity to obtain a legal income.  Also, some immigrants actually work under the table to establish an income.  Accent was also an issue for African immigrants.  In the book titled Africans and African Americans: Complex Relations- Prospects and Challenges by Godfrey Mwakikagile one African immigrant, Sam Omatseye, stated,” Africans are doctors, lawyers, professors, engineers, students, cab drivers, clerks, security guards and chefs.”  Therefore, my research has informed me that not all African immigrants are paid extremely high wages opposed to African Americans. 

Honestly, I believed African immigrants are going to college and try to establish a significant income while only 14 percent of African Americans are graduating from college.  I strongly feel that African Americans and Africans descendants should form separate organizations to eliminate tension and misconceptions among the two groups.  I also feel college campus and community programs should become more aware of the separation and try to encourage communication and understand our differences and respect each other’s change since slavery stripped us of our connection.  This is a situation between two groups of people who are connected but share no ties or bonds through amicable interactions. 

I was even more surprised to discover Africans do not cherish their background.  Akbar says,” that blacks appreciate their heritage more than Africans do.”  “We have to convince them to preserve the slave dungeons in Ghana or to continue the weaving of the kente cloth.” The kente is an extremely colorful fabric of Ghanaian origin which is frequently worn to show a symbol of African American pride.  I believe the two groups need to have a more genuine concern for each other’s well-being and together we would be more beneficial working in our communities.  There is so much we could learn from one another.  If we take the time to embrace our history and connection, the two groups could become just one body symbolizing our homeland with pride and respect.  Africa has amazing history, as so does our ancestors who were sold and transferred into slaves and stripped of their culture.  This has created a divider between two of the same people.  We need to form an organization eradicating these misconceptions, and prejudices toward one another. 

References

Ayubu, Kani S. Founder of the Black Art Depot, July 16, 2010 

Mwakikagile, Godfrey, Book: Africans and African Americans: Complex Relations, 2009 

Omatseye, Sam Rocky Mountain News, March 19, 2000 

Reddick, Tracie “African vs. African”-American, 1998 

Rutayebesibiwa, Mary Interview: East African Immigrant, March 26, 2010    

Originally Submitted As An English Comp 2 Research Paper  

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Have you ever challenged yourself?  Is their something you’ve looked at in a nonchalant way that turned out to be extremely challenging?  Not to brag on myself but the hardest sport I have competed in was amateur boxing some years ago.  My first fight the card was titled Rumble On Lakemore.  I was so exhausted, but I loved every minute, round, and the sweet victory. 

Years later, enrolled myself in a Cycling class at the university I attended.  I wanted to test my internal organs and all major muscles involved with riding a bike correctly.  A lot of people including myself at the beginning of the semester didn’t know much about Cycling.  The class was a decent size maybe more ladies than men.

As a child, I thought I was a mini Evel Knievel.  Around ten I decided the pair of skates and my bike were one machine.  I through on my pair of skates and hopped on my brand new shiny chrome bike.  I began pedaling as fast as I could with my skates on the spiel.  My front wheel aimed purposely toward this regular old car with an all steel body.  The goal was to approach the parked car at a fast rate and stop before I made contact.  My skates became lodged in the pedal as I tried to stop, somehow I couldn’t stop.  Time had ran out I hit the car and knocked the wind out of my upper body.  Gasping looking for air as I lay there.  Me and the car created a loud ka-boom upon impact.  My mother became nervous and grabbed the cordless phone and dialed for the paramedics.  I was ok, shaken up a tad bit, though. The entire class was asked to keep a journal and here is my edited version.

2/5: Today we had our first ride and the class was able to do about 2 miles in 27 degree weather.  The roads were cleared enough for us to experience a nice ride.  I enjoyed the class and we saw artwork of Dave Chihuly by the Polymer Center.  The next morning my legs were a little sore, but physically I felt fine.  To my surprise, only half the class decided to show up.  While we rode in a single line with the instructor leading and maneuvering using hand singles at the appropriate times, I could hear conversation going on behind me as we rode inside the painted bike path on the street, through the student campus and university dorm area. At a stop sign we would sometimes switch, meaning riders being in front fall behind and participate in the new conversation.  A few even ride solo, but keeping up with the class.

2/19: Our ride today was roughly around 3 miles, and the weather was about 31 degrees.  I also had a great time and a lot of fun and enjoyed class today.  Rather than just taking off for our ride, we had to make sure everyone had their equipment on properly and bike inspection, for those who missed week one of riding. Also, we who rode the prior week were slightly more conditioned than some of the new comers, maybe.

2/26: This morning we were able to ride approximately 3.5 miles and the day started out somewhat gloomy but the sun began to shine on us as we prepared to ride. The weather today was 38 degrees or higher.  By the time the third week rolled around my legs and conditioning had improved dramatically.  On our ride back to the university one of our riders didn’t feel well and decided it was best for her to walk her bike the remaining 1/2 mile.  A student offered to walk with her while the rest of the class continued riding.

3/5: Today we rode about 1 mile in 25 degree weather conditions.  We learned how to perform certain maneuvers and we had to demonstrate each one inside the parking garage here at the university.  I had a great time riding and going through the riding test.  We were taught a lot about what to do and what not to do, and how to use your body while controlling your bike to make a complete stop.  With all that being said I lined my bike up for a speed front brake test.  As I did in my parking lot when I was younger, I took off pedaling as fast as I could.  Moving at a fast speed my eyes squinted and focused on the fast approaching stop point I squeezed my front brake to hard and I did a total front flip over the handlebars landing straight on my back.  I stood to my feet the instructor and most of the class asked if I was ok.  I was, but the next day my body felt that impact, too.

3/12: This was another great day and our longest ride so far, we rode across the Y-bridge and it was a day for celebration for the entire Iris community as well as others because today Akron was having a St. Patrick’s Day Parade downtown.  We rode about 5 miles and the temperature was about 35 degrees.  Everyone was ok traveling and pedaling each direction on and off the high Y-bridge.  For this ride a little more together for this trip most of the time pairing next to each other in sets of two’s we rode at a decent speed through downtown.  Stop is what we heard from behind loudly. One of our riders had gotten sick and couldn’t go any further.  Another classmate offered to walk her bike alongside her friend back to our starting point.  We continued to ride until we reached Summit lake.  Our instructor knew the bike paths well.  We also rode above the lake on top of the new  all wooden trail built for multi use.  After that, we rode back to the university and back to our respective homes if we rode our bikes.

4/02: Today the class rode for about 2.5 miles and we saw the Don Drumm studio and Spicer Village.  After that, we also learned our second half of maneuvering skills on the top of the Polsky deck.  This skill set focused more on steering your bike through tight spaces.  We also had a surprise day.  Our instructor handmade a makeshift ramp for the class to jump.

4/23: This was our big day at Quail Hollow and the weather had cleared up great for us to have a wonderful ride.  The actual temperature was around 50 degrees and the trails were quite challenging, but it made for an enjoyable experience.  This was the most exciting class and the most creative riding experience I’ve had as an adult.  I am very glad I took this course and recommend it to anyone.  I will also go back and ride at Quail Hollow the trails are great.  Even though the weather cleared the trails were somewhat muddy and made for a grimy ride.  The ride through Quail Hollow took over one hour to complete, but we all had to wait until the entire group returned before packing up and driving back to the university.  That handmade ramp we rode the previous week prepared us for Quail Hollow, the instructor didn’t tell us this. Like a puzzle the pieces came together.

Max  AKA BraineMatter AKA DeWayne White

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In case you wondered, it was never a dull moment when I walked inside of a bar with a dancer pussy lip gripping a stripper pole with her body upside down legs opening and closing seducing customers to the tracks beat.  Her legs began moving like a pair of scissors in between the brass pole as if she was polishing the tarnished areas with her thong.  I made some decent cash, I didn’t mind looking at a two piece with a string up the ass.  I had work to do, but I always managed to glance at the girls in the background who would be taking a break so they would become interested.  The girls had the money attached to their thigh.  A flirty maybe 5’5-ish sexy chocolate skin medium thick dancer with a pretty face ask if she could dance on me after she got off the dance floor. This beauty even managed to ask me to detach the money from her body if I wanted a sell.  Some of the ladies would continue lap attention with their customers while I went through my sales presentation all the way through until I dropped multiple pieces on multiple girls.  I’ve even rung buzzer’s making a few all nude spots relevant and shot my pitch inside of there.  You have to get familiar with the managers who could be the bartenders on day shift before you get acquainted with the staff.  When I walk into any business, my first instinct is to ask for the manager.      

In the field, it felt pretty fucking good when you know as a salesperson you have made the law of averages work.  You have talked to one hundred people and ten percent said “yes I want that.”  You have a few hours to work and you continue dropping pieces surpassing what your anticipation was for that day.  You go back to the office turn in whatever merch you didn’t sell and sit down with the manager to collect your portion of the money you made that day.  If checks were collected as payment on a few items, you the salesperson at that moment still receive your portion of the commission, in cash.  As soon as I walked upstairs, the bell that I would slowly raise up above my head to ring signaling my success made the office excited.  Everyone would began clapping, asking, “how many pieces did you drop?”  The piece rate set for the contest could be eighty to ninety individual pieces of product each person must sell to win.  If each person competing sold the piece rate, the person who sold more would win. Non arrogantly I loved giving other top trainers a homemade pie right in the face smashed and spreaded evenly.  Their was a contest and I won.

Max AKA BraineMatter AKA DeWayne White  

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Every morning started out the same for me before I arrived at the office.  Take a hot shower and every few days or so use the Wahl trimmers to shape up my small beard and mustache.  At the time no goatee was involve, my facial hair was in the maturing stage.  My hair didn’t need much but the removal of my due rag.  The indented line that became part of my forhead due to the tight double rapping of the string attached to the fitting styling cap would be massaged out after washing up.  Those braids were styled neatly, I frequently heard compliments by co- workers and female customers.   The hair was maintained by a female friend who was a good beautician that graduated from hair school.  I had already developed immaculate grooming skills to cut my own facial hair, whole head, also friend’s hair if I chose.  A few years before sales, I attended barber college for only several months.  A whole suit to work was not my style only on business trips.  My wardrobe while applying the laws of averages and making money was neat and not to over dressy.  I wore a nice pair of blue, or brown khaki pants, a button up shirt that sometimes had a loosely shaped tie around the collar that always matched giving compliment to my shoes.   Breakfast was already eaten before I left my shared apartment in the morning, so I did not need any extra food, but in our meeting room a doughnut seemed to grab my attention more times than not.

My days actually varied this depended upon whether I would be taking one of my crew members with me, or if I would be doing sales alone that day.  If one of my team members were present, we would spend half the day taking turns watching each other approach a potential customer with a unique sales pitch.  After our lunch break, I would always recommend that we split up and drop sales separately. If that crew member was struggling prior to our day together, I would have given them solid advice on what I had noticed while we ate lunch.   As a trainer, I had to maintain my team crew members individually on the job, and make money for myself using the law of averages.   If we chose a territory I was familiar with fine, whether a territory where one of my team members struggled, I went there with the attitude to make money.  I had team members that wanted to hang out and watch me pitch or work the same area where they had success.  Of course, I did not mind this because I found myself as the passenger, I was invited to ride several times out of a month.  A lot of my team members listened to rap and others played heavy rock music, I didn’t care what was on when I rode with someone else.  We also had days where we actually paired up and accepted a challenged from another team.  In a crazy ass game, the loser would receive some outrageous substance thrown in the face.  We called the game “Sucker In The Eye”.

If my day consisted of me being alone, I was able to see more people.  This consisted of old and new customers.  I chose all different territories!  I did not give a fuck where the money was.  I chose the businesses in the hood, the suburbs, white, and black areas.  These areas had to have a lot of businesses where I did not have to walk far to reach my next potential customer.  I would be creative, I would speak to random strangers walking by and began selling them products right on the street.  The law of averages has no barriers.  Like I discussed in the presentation stage you could have customers that instantly ask you, “DeWayne what are you selling?”  Let’s be realistic just because someone was a customer yesterday does not mean they will be a customer tomorrow.  After leaving the office in the morning, I would stop and put gas in my car, grab a bite to eat and blast my radio, or CD player which ever I chose.  By this time, if I ran into one of my team members, this would be our last stop before returning to the office in the evening; therefore, many last minute questions were answered inside of the gas station.  Everyone including myself would be ready to make some money!  As a trainer, you want to see your team make money that is what retains the team, money.

The money is why people get up and go to work, I made over a hundred and fifty dollars in a day several days in a row.  Our office was strictly commission sales, so getting out there and making money had to be your reason for wanting to work as a salesperson.  Once I arrived at my location, or city, I would look around and select an area where a lot of business were.  A lot of times you could go to an area that is so big where if you are successful in the first day or two you could return and finish pitching to each business applying the law of averages.  The more business I had around me in the area betters my chances making a lot of money.  Next, I would load up my bag with the merchandise that I checked out the warehouse.  I will say this again,” The law of averages are all about seeing people and applying the impulse factors.  I don’t care how many people I came in contact with, if the impulse factors are not applied correctly, I would take a break and start fresh.”   If I chose a city or town that was not use to seeing salespeople on a regular basis, I understood, I had to adjust.  If a certain amount of money by lunch time was not made,  I knew it would benefit me to pick up the pace.

To pick up the pace, I would not focus on where my car would be only on where the money could be.  This actually works because I can remember times where it would be an hour close to quit time.  By this time, I have made not one dollar and that last hour the law of averages would began to work.  All I had to do was apply the factors and get people a little excited about what I was selling.  That last hour and remaining focus could get you over a hundred dollars in your pocket.  Also, I had those days where I would be consistent and confident and making money all day long.  Those days were good when I didn’t have to search for the impulsive people.

Their was a signal that we used if we made certain amount of sales to notify the office that you just kicked ass out there.  This signal became a regular gesture for me daily.  It had gotten to the point where the teams and trainers started competing.  Before leaving in the morning, the best trainers shook hands and named the penalty for the loser.  I have never taken a loss.  Yes, I’ve had dry spells, but when it came down to the contest I proved to be the most consistent salesperson inside of our office.  I had a lot of fun in beauty salons, barber shops, doctor’s offices, clothing stores, hotels, motels, restaurants, and bars.  Never judge an establishment by its building.  I dropped a whole case of flashlights that performed multiple duties inside of a motel in Cleveland, Ohio.  When I showed up for work the next morning, I had a message from the motel managers requesting another case of flashlights.  Before I left the office, my customers already had impulse.  And I was ready to use that sales call to start the law of averages, and that was my first customer of the day.  This was a huge area with a lot of people to talk to so going back was not an issue.  The area actually became one of my favorite locations.

Max AKA BraineMatter AKA DeWayne White



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                                Impulse Factors

Introduction
Presentation
Greed
Fear of Loss
Close the Sell and Rehash

First off, before law of averages can take place all the important impulse factors must be perfected by the salesperson, salesteam, or representative. Sales is a place where good attitude can be useful for both parties you rubbing it off on the customer. You must learn to be a great craftsman when challenges are met when law of averages are low. In other words, if sales are slow, you must maintain a positive attitude when doing face to face sales while going through your pitch smoothly. A salesperson should allow themselves enough time in the morning to prepare for the day.

When I was a salesperson, when nobody actually knew I was a salesperson, I learned that the law of average rule had no set time or place.  Either you can start your work day off hitting a large percentage of your average, or this juice could happen at midday or the evening.  To keep this basic, I will elaborate by using these numbers as your law of average.  If you talk to 100 people while performing an outside sales position, 10 of those potential customers according to law of average will buy whatever you are selling.  That comes out to 10% sales out of the number of people you speak with. To be credible, I received an award for most consisted salesperson for the wholesaler I worked for.

The first law of average is introduction.  This is extremely important!  This is the icebreaker; also, this sets the tone for you to make a sale.  Confidence is the key when approaching either regular subordinates or managers.  I said subordinates because you may have to ask someone other than a secretary for a manager.  Great eye contact, a decent hand shake and a quit “hey how are you today” is a good start.  If the manager is a guy, and he has on a baseball shirt on dress down Friday, make a comment about the last night’s game.  Even if you hate the game, the team and what pissed you off earlier remember you are doing business to business face to face sales.

Next, instantly say, “our company is doing a managers promotion today!”  This makes the manager feel as though this is all about him.  This type of introduction is not for the rigid person.  Remember this is only an example and feel free to create your own style using your own techniques and person to person experiences in the sales arena.  You must be fully prepared for this.

To become prepared, it is a good idea for the salesteam, or salesperson to do mock sales presentations.  Mock presentations should be done inside the employer’s office building during working hours preferable in the morning.  Mocks can be implemented by either someone who has been in the sales business for a while or by someone who is starting at the entry level.  Mock presentations are good because this allows you and the team to focus on developing persuasive communicating skills and dealing with negative customers.

Having a meeting and discussing what are the most consistent negative reactions does each salesperson encounter during a direct sales pitch is the best way to develop a fast come back during rocky introductions.  Earlier I mentioned rigid.  You can be serious and maybe have a few smiles and also have some nonverbal communication.  Good eye contact and good hand gestures can also help.  Try to pick up on what mood and feedback the potential customer gives you right away.  If the guy with the baseball shirt is somewhat irritated, you have to make the call whether to use the icebreaker mentioning last night’s game.

During an introduction it is so easy to be thrown off by the person you are pithing to.  The response you want to give will depend on what type of sales you are doing.  When I was a wholesale distributor doing business to business sales selling everything you can think of, I came in counter with all sorts of managers and people.  Items ranged differently but never over $20.00.  That price range gave me a lot of room to be flexible. At the beginning of your introduction using certain techniques may help, in our office, we took the negative and made it a positive.  When dealing with certain sarcastic individual while performing business to business or residential sales, sometimes a good comeback may change things quickly.  For instance, someone may ask you, “what are you peddling today?”  Your responds to that could be, “I actually drove here today?”  Brainstorming is up to you and your team to be creative as possible.

I became pretty damn good at my commission position that my boss decided to make me a trainer and start building my own crew.  Showing up at the office a half hour earlier than my normal time was required when I was promoted.  For a few moments every morning I would work with other trainers on my own pitch before I met with my team.  As trainers we assisted each other and gave feedback on each other’s introduction.  We would purposely threw out negatives at each other.  This is how we developed great quick come back skills during our introduction.  This technique also helped us get to the presentation stage.  For the most part without it we would have lost control of the sale.  Anyone can be taught to apply these steps you do not need a college education, but you do need confidence to communicate with all types of people in various places.  The trainer’s had responsibility to work with their crew and sometimes do individual analysis on entire sales pitch of that salesperson from start to finish every morning.

In our office, in the morning, we wanted to make everyone feel fresh, we actually made the atmosphere an upbeat one.  We had refreshments and music was played in the form of CD’s, this was an automatic part of our office culture.  The music consisted of upbeat dance, pop, rock, and rap. We had meetings conducted by our boss, being the whole staff present to watch them perform sales pitch; furthermore, give feedback on how we were doing as teams and individuals. 

Also, this was the time for trainer’s or team member’s to ask question.  To fully tweak and understand problem areas for certain employee’s,  we would perform mock pitches in groups.  Sometimes two trainers and two groups or maybe more would choose a meeting room to prepare in the morning.  Our goal was to get our team members comfortable, have the confidence to get to that presentation stage, and show a product.  The trainers were empowered to work with their team by themselves, but sometimes our bosses would watch or put themselves in the role of a customer while we pitch.  Of course, each customer can be different so therefore, sometimes our bosses would purposely throw negatives and positives during different stages of the person who is doing the pitching.

The main goal is to have the confidence and break the ice with the customer during the introduction.  Be quick to explain why you are there to see them, and try to remain comfortable, this will make them relax, hopefully.  Next, you want to apply the next step in the impulse factors.  After you began your introduction, this is a good indication that you could be on your way to a sale and possibly more which shall be explained later. As soon as you explain who you are, break the ice, and explain why you are there go straight into your presentation.

To be continued:

BraineMatter AKA Max
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