They Didn't Know

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Got the music and my quartet combos together, actors and all. We will do something on Easter to rep for an ever-living Savior! Come see us!

New stuff coming soon! Easter 2019 is coming and you know I've been at work. Each round goes higher and higher!

Hey, world! Been working on music and Christmas plays. Come out on Easter, to nourish your spirit and praise the Lord with song and dance! I try to make our musicals a complete work of art, each factor enhancing the next. Music, costumes, designs, dance, song...Lord I might even bust the guitar our. My Black Beauty is ready for bear. And so am I. I'm excited about Easter, can you tell? Jah love protect you until we meet again!

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Been working on the Madonna play, which will be at Friendship Baptist Church at 11:00 am, December 21st. Pictures will be coming up soon!

The Logos is the Truth, the Word, and Jesus in one flesh. The less I lie the better I can portray our Lord...I think. We'll see. I'll do my best.

Brothas and sistas, anybody who is interested in acting and have time to do so, I'm looking for a few good 'soldiers' to come and play a role in my play, "They Didn't Know" out of my series "The Lion of Judah." The play is March 30 and the 31st. Even if you don't have an interest, I'm sure y'all know someone who does. They Didn't Know.

The play I wrote and God authored, They Didn't Know, went off well. This is the first performance, but this is just the beginning! If God touches it, it will come to more churches than just Friendship! We do this! The Trill Nerd Company! When you see that black hoodie and glasses, you'll know I had a hand in it. Now that I got me out of the way, I will give thanks to the far more important parts of this play: my family and friends who participated who are too many to name right now, but I will attempt it. I would like to thank Nia Imani, Madame Director, for being on my team and motivating me to write this play in the first place. Love you! Tiye Gaidi, I just love you dearly. Lianne Hibbert, love you for taking my chaotic thoughts and forming them into actual play format, instead of whatever I thought I was doing. Maria Loraine Smith, Faith Berniece Simpson, I would be able to fill up a status just talking about either one of you, but you already know what I would say, so I don't have to say it. :) Juanita Hardaway as the rock the Church was built upon; if you gotta be a chick playing a man, might as well be Simon Peter. Preosha Jones, my baby cousin. Robert Coleman and Anthony Evans, my audio visual guys who make sure you see the magic. Barbie Jones, my big cousin who makes things happen period. Prentice Jones, construction man and the person I'd probably wanna be when I grow up HA! Jeffrey, I don't remember your last name but it's gravy, I appreciate the effort and I always keep my eyes open for a good soldier. A special thanks, of course, to Rev. Caroles Taylor who believed in me and made me work to make a good script a great one. Lord have mercy: Vivian Evans as the narrator, maestro, and MY OTHER MAMA! Dee Campbell-Carter for the costumes and just being my Mama Dee; she FORCED me to make a special place in my heart for her LOL and then made me enjoy the journey. Kurtis Carter, you ain't special no more, you're extraordinary and always was, little brother. Shout out to the choir, the soundtrack to the greatest story ever told and my family; shout out to the stage crew; who else did I miss? Jasmine Hardaway, for just being Jazzy and supporting me, though being Jazzy was all I ever asked from her. Muslimah Carpenter, who, I hear, did as well as I expected her to: I'm just flattered that a seasoned professional like her took the time to do my lil' ol' play LOL but thank you very much, I wanted to get the youth involved in something new and apparently it worked out. My big cousin Sandra Turner. The kitchen staff who fed the audience physically as my church theater troupe fed their spirits. T.J., who was a soldier through sickness and in health, and not just on stage. Savann (sp?), I appreciate you stepping up to the plate on my play as much as I appreciate you helping keep the church beautiful. Anyone else I missed, I'm sorry and I'll add you in the comments. Except I waited to talk about the last two guys on purpose, my solid homies who have seen my ups and downs, my kid brothers and baby cousins and young homeboys all rolled together; the black Dynamic Duo who were the linchpins of my play. I put a lot on you brothas, and you rose to the challenge, as soldiers are supposed to. I'm very thankful to Bradley Drhardaway, the Chief Priest and, more importantly, the conflicted governor Pontius Pilate. The tension between Pontius and Jesus makes the play, and from what I've heard, you were so good people thought you really hated Jesus. Take care of yourself, keep doin' you, and know you always have a place in my plays if you want it bad enough. Then there's my younger taller twin, the dude I will always remember as a little bony dude who talked a mile a minute; he had heart back then, definitely does now, and I'm so proud that Bradford BlackGambit Hardaway stepped up to the plate and played the Son of Man. Without Jesus, there is no play; with Jesus, all things are possible: for once, I wanted the Rose of Sharon to truly have 'hair like wool, and feet the color of brass' like the Scriptures say, and you and your brother did better than I could ever have asked. Thank you for showing people that you don't have to be white with blue eyes to be like and live like the Messiah. Let's be clear: the story was geared towards everybody of every race, and anyone interested in this play is welcome to put a white Jesus in his place. If it's a church in Hawaii, Jesus will be Hawaiian. If it's a church in Norway, Jesus will be Nordic. I was trying to let people know, if anything, that Jesus' race wasn't anything to trip over at all; whatever color you think he was, it was just an attribute he had, it didn't make him or break him to be any particular color, and I'm pretty sure the Christ is tougher than we give him credit for. People are afraid to even hint that Jesus may not have been white, and it's not that big a deal! O.K., whether Jesus was white or black he still suffered and died for what he believed in, which was God and our better angels. Does Jesus's skin color change a single word he said? Would Jesus's words be less potent if he were black, or hispanic, or native american? I think Jesus touches people because of his faith, not because of his race. Jesus got beaten and hung on a cross to suffocate, he can take a reasoned analysis I think! Love every race and every kind of person, I just want to teach and if I'm wrong about anything I say, let me know and make sure you back it up with facts! I always say, read the Scriptures and you don't have to trust what I say. Hit me with comments and notes about how we did, thoughts on the play or on Jesus himself. Anointment cometh from the head down!

Yes, it's almost time to share pictures and video with you, just a couple more ducks to put in a row, and then it will be on once more. They Didn't Know will grow if it takes ten years! I will water this seed and tend to it, like Mr. Stover said, but what Mr. Stover didn't get was that I had an entire garden to tend to, and it wasn't gonna stop growing just because he told me to focus on one thing. Some things I literally have to write down and put into form right away, or I'll forget. My school notebooks have pictures and notes for books, poems and songs, written all on top of the page and in the margins. What people never understood about me is that writing has never been a hobby to me. Writing wasn't a game. I didn't even write because I loved to write, though I do. I write because my head is full of dreams and my fingers want to stay in motion, I write because I must express my visions, and I write because...just because. It's not like working at Taco Bell. It's more like a good office job at MU. It's a career. No, it's more than a career, because you can leave that job and go home, not think about it. I come up with ideas and stories like we breathe; I take a breath and breathe out another tale. My brain is a spout with a broken spigot; the ideas come fast, the ideas come slow, but they always come. I don't get writer's block, because I work on several stories at once; sometimes I'll be on the computer with two or three stories up at once, moving from one to another. My uncle told me if you ain't flowin', you're standin' still. Like a lot of his advice, it has proven true; I just try to pay attention because I don't want to go through what he had to go through to learn what he had to learn. Thank you, Jesus for inspiring me; I've been a fan of Jesus ever since I read parts of the Bible for myself at the age of six. I say 'anointment cometh from the head down', and I'm not just talking. I had to seek the principles of Jesus for myself, because just because you're told doesn't make you understand, but I was being obedient in that way. 'Seek and ye shall find'. Thank you especially to God, the author of the heavens and the earth, the giver of creativity: some trust in chariots, some in horses, but we will remember the name of the Lord our God.

THEY DIDN'T KNOW, a play I wrote and my mother Nia Imani directed, is my re-imagining of the story of Jesus with young people from the church as the cast. Jesus, alone, betrayed by the men he loved and broke bread with, abandoned except for his Father, confronts Pontius Pilate, a crowd of jealous priests, and the struggle to obey his Father in all things, including dying. In all thy getting, get thee wisdom, for anointment cometh from the head down. TOMORROW, 6:00pm, Friendship Baptist Church.

THEY DIDN'T KNOW, a play I wrote and my mother Nia Imani directed, is my vivid re-imagining of the story of Jesus with my church family as the cast. Jesus, alone, betrayed by the men he loved and broke bread with, abandoned except for his Father, confronts Pontius Pilate, a crowd of jealous priests, and the struggle to obey his Father in all things, including dying. In all thy getting, get thee wisdom, for anointment cometh from the head down. APRIL 7TH, 6:00 pm, Friendship Baptist Church.