Creating Value

A recent conversation with my brother about the rat race that plagues the millennial and possibly follows all of us to the end of our lives, or rather  our “useful lives”, is the need to use money to create value .  This rat race is the imposed societal belief that we must spend around four decades, the useful decades of our lives in which we’re strong, energetic and able enough to work longer hours, more days and sometimes multiple jobs simply to live fulfilling lives. Like hamsters spinning on a wheel we have accepted that working for 40 something years and retiring at 65 is to live a responsible life.  I have lived and experienced much of my life in low-income communities, especially as an immigrant, and it’s sometimes easy to fall into the propaganda of the rat race and mistake money as being the root of stability and peace of mind. These urges, however, are a deception, a societal fallacy: Money isn’t value.

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How the Education System failed me as a Black Person of Color in STEM

It’s insane to me that my great great great great… great grandfather during the 6th century B.C.E may have been one of the Black priests who taught Pythagoras what is now miscalled the “Pythagorean theorem”. Crazier yet is although Pythagoras, in his own admission, spent more than 20 years in African temples learning Geometry from African priests this fact of history is glossed over in our education system. The obvious question is “why”?

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Good enough > Perfect

Imagine the most perfect human being (brilliant, beautiful, charming, pleasant, intelligent, faultless) — s/he doesn’t exist, yet you do. In your flaws, imperfections, you’ve managed to accomplish the greatest feat: Life, Existence. You’re here, you’re alive. Nature doesn’t favor perfect, nature favors good enough. Nature favors you and I.

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Diversity in Tech: Proximity is not Inclusion.

Proximity is not Inclusion.

On my LinkedIn profile picture I have a picture of myself standing outside my family’s village home. Our village home is in the outskirts hours away from the nearest metropolitan city and removed from most of life’s “first-world” conveniences, but to me it represents a part of me that makes me feel human.

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