“Mom, look at her, isn’t she beautiful?” I knew when Marcus said he was not anxious to sleep with her, instead, he wanted to know more about her, she would be his wife. It all started when a boy and girl’s eyes met across a football field while he was coaching beside her Father.  He maintained his cool and proceeded to learn and grow to become an excellent coach under her Father’s guidance.  Not once did he pursue her, he only looked forward to the next game to behold her beautiful eyes.

“Mom, is there such a thing as love at first sight?” Not certain to my answer, yes, it is possible. He learned something about her touched his heart. A year passes; he wonders if he was imagining things each time their eyes met, she smiled.  Another football season arrived, this time he had prepared himself to trust God with his life.

In a state of celibacy, his heart was set on Katie.  Respecting her Father and uncertain to whether she was just being kind, Marcus stood fast trusting, she is the one. Then it happened, he was invited to a birthday party at her family’s home. They have been peas in a pod ever since.

I will never forget the preparation made to receivce such joy. He prayed and read his Bible daily.  Lonely days followed; he stood fast trusting God with his life. I prayed for God to give him love. My prayer was answered. Love is a beautiful thing. Seeing them reminds me of miracles and the origin of things before being judged by materialism.  Without love, we are Michael Jacksons having all the world has to offer without love. Case close.

Why so many single black women?

I find it quite interesting how the world is so curios to know why there are so many single black women. There are many reasons for this dilemma. The thing that baffles me about the whole thing is why people are going there. It is not like if they had the answers the reality of the fact is not going away.

What would you expect to happen when we as African American people had no plan for ourselves when we were set free. There was no bible of life for us to follow as we emerged into White America. The freed slaves lacked the ability to see themselves as one race of people. Foreigners enter this country with a plan to remain authentic and true to their culture. Some take on the white American ways to survive but their hearts are known to be in their culture.

As we emerged into this new opportunity, we gave up our natural identity to not only survive but to live the life of the so-called American dream. Beginning with our hair, women straighten it so much now that it is almost more straighter than other nationalities who hair is naturally straight. Where men do straighten their hair at times, many rid themselves of the natural kinky hair by shaving their heads early in life instead of allowing balding to come as a natural process. In a sense everything about us had to go. And when we began this process, the potential for natural bonding was destroyed. Not only did we kill ourselves physically but soulfully as well. The African American people lack a foundation to survive as a constructive race of people in White America.

Man look at woman and woman look at man not knowing how to naturally connect to one another. Who or what they see is not natural. It is like they are looking at aliens. When the reality starts to kick in, we do a fast turn away because the reality is too painful and u forgivable. We are looking at each other through eyes that do not belong to us. We punish one another because of fear.

This is part one of my series revealing why so many single black women.

"All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident."

Arthur Schopenhauer