Ugochukwu Obata
Bio
Writing is a passion of mine and I take it very seriously. I’ve been involved with writing lyrics for artist for five years and doing essays for college students for eight years. I’m pretty experienced in proofreading so yea.
Stories (2/0)
Social Sunday Pt. 1
Well, well hello there my readers/fan family. We are back for another round of self care and drama filled madness. Our most important subject or subjects focus mainly on racism and classism. These are two aspects of society that most people choose to either forget or ignore for the most part. The crazy thing is most people would say it only involves a certain race or age demographics when in reality, it depends on the individual. For instance, there is forty-four year old veteran from the marines ,who since I have met, sits in one spot on my couch with no remorse for how pitiful he really looks. There is no effort or remorse, but within this man there is multiple things affecting him unlike my ethnicity which is African-American. He is a Irish man grown into a broken home with a even bigger controversy going on in the entire family. He is of course like most white Americans privileged to the the bone and definitely thinks he understands the negro struggle because he procreated with one. PSA for all of my white followers, stop doing this, it is the biggest insult to my culture ever especially if you know nothing, then you just look racist. Try to understand by asking questions, do not try to please a crowd with ignorance. On another note, he collects checks from the government and has the insides of a person with stage 4 cancer damn near. There is only so much empathy a person can have, but when you are too proud for help, what’s the use? Now here is where the classism gets funny because not only did he take out eight thousand dollars from his 401k and waste it, he also tried to flex his muscle around the house and state he was taking care of everything including his mom. He had to make such a huge impression on his nephew that he forgot about his responsibilities, his health, and his mom’s care. It was so bad to the point that my mulatto fiancé had to cry to doctors about her condition. The worst part is now he is a hermit sitting in my couch with envy and jealousy while I actually care about the guy and his well-being. Again I have told him these things even told him to think about his grandson, but instead he chooses to use his white privileged and pay me like $150 every week for a $1200 a month home. It is cool except rent is due on fucking the first of the month. The sad part is that it’s not just his skin color, but his mindset. It is not something that only white people do, but all different races have this guy and many others representing them. Money and skin color should not classify a person status instead it should be a milestone to get better. We need to uplift each other regardless of our setbacks. It’s literally the only reason I have not kicked him out, but I do have a plan and I am going to push him to get better regardless if he dislikes me “impurifying” his family lineage. People need to stop looking at status as a means to go through society that is already depressed. There is still hope for the future, but we must start within self; for example, my fellow African Americans, let’s contribute to each other’s wealth, make something worth needed to build our prominent legacy more. We can own the world if we tried hard enough. Y’all let me know what you think follow me on IG @luckyknows6
By Ugochukwu Obata3 years ago in Humans
Self Care Sunday’s Pt. 1
Imagine waking up, you wash your face and shower. You see the face of your partner and she has a depressing yet hopeful face. It’s a day that usually is filled with rest and self care, but today things are a little different-The usual routine is off but why? Feelings are being misconstrued along with a three year old running mad. Now before I go into the story, you should know self-care Sunday is a tradition started with my new fiancé and stepson. He really is not involved with the process, but he at least knows what is happening every Sunday. We spend the morning cleaning, washing our linen, playing outside-then towards the evening we wear mask and do cleansing of the body from head to toe. It is really an experience....but today things are out of whack and as I overthink-this time it is not my fault-how could it be I just woke up. Usually in the am, I am welcomed by even a simple morning kiss, but the tension began to build making my anxiety go crazy and distort the truth far from what it was. Before I literally get to point of breaking down mentally everything that might have pissed her off prior to that morning like farting in the bed or missing an important date. There was such a smooth vibe usually on this day and for the love of me I needed Sherlock Holmes to crack this case. I thought what could make her face turn like this and be so cold to me, but I realized that I could also talk to her, so I did. The whole time I had been feeling bad, it was because of that dreadful time of the darn month. Now most people would say well why didn’t you do that before, I will tell you why. Most guys know most women only voluntarily tell you about their periods only when it’s in their favor. It has ruined much of my relationship honestly and I wish women could eradicate them sooner than later. To every man out there taking on the task of loving a woman right, commend them for dealing with such a dreadful curse. Let’s just say this self-care Sunday hasn’t been on the usual routine, but it’s what I signed up for. Keys to staying on her good side so far is by focusing on me, but trust me every partnership has it’s up and downs. She will come around after this shameful week, but it will be like every week with a new task. I have somehow survived to the evening time with a warm meal in my belly, but tension still builds and there is just a sadness over the house, it can be felt. Tears begin to fall down my eyes as I know that this may not be the only thing hindering our relationship except for self care Sunday. I don’t know where my nights may lead me, but tonight it definitely led to a joint and some brown. I put myself in a mind state that is unhealthy so I meditate to recall everything I am grateful for as I look into this bloody shame on her face. I only pray and hope for the best, but deep down I say to myself “I love her” no matter how angry she gets with me. All I can do is put it in God’s hands. For now, I am enjoying this Sunday with my stepson and he is literally a vibe booster in himself. Stay tuned for the rest of the saga next week..... Thanks for tuning in.
By Ugochukwu Obata3 years ago in Humans
