Invisible children of Chicago

source: articles.businessinsider.com

source: articles.businessinsider.com

“But you know, there are no children here. They’ve seen too much to be children.”

-LaJoe Rivers-

The tragic death of Hadiya Pendleton struck a nerve in the city of Chicago which spread throughout the entire nation. Once a city desperately crying out for help against gun violence, Chicago officially had the attention of national media, the White House, and the Obama family. Hadiya’s death seemed to be the needle that broke the camel’s back in Chicago. The city was angry. Rev. Jesse Jackson led a march from King College Prep (Hadiya’s school), to the scene of her untimely death at Vivian Gordon Harsh Park. There were a few marches initiated and led by CPS students. Prayers went up for Hadiya’s family, as people empathized with Hadiya’s mom Cleo, as if they lost their own child. For once, it seemed as if there was a united sadness in the city. Why did this have to happen? Hadiya was just in Washington D.C. earlier in the month, performing at President Obama’s inauguration. After years of becoming numb to the usual gun violence in our city, for some reason Chicagoans had a hard time letting this one go. It was a wake up call. Children were dying in the streets of Chicago. Something needed to be done, and it appeared as if everyone agreed.

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The days, weeks and months went by, and more innocent children of Chicago lost their lives to inessential gun violence. 18 year old Janay McFarlane, shot and killed, ironically on the same day her younger sister sat on a stage behind President Obama as he spoke on gun control legislation. Baby Johnylah Watkins, shot and killed in a drive-by, while her father obliviously changed her diaper in his car.   On top of the increasing gun violence, random melees began to occur throughout the city. As one watched the videos of Chicago youth destroying a Mindless Behavior event at Ford City Mall and committing random acts of harm in Chicago’s downtown, the obvious questions come to mind: What is happening in Chicago? Why does it seem to be getting worse? Is anyone planning to do something about it?

There has been many heart-breaking tragedies to occur in our country. From Sandy Hook, to the Boston bombings, every blue moon our nation is in mourning. In Chicago, the mourning never ceases. Many residents of Chicago can no longer identify or empathize with tragedies that occur outside the city. It was extremely sad when 20 children lost their lives to unnecessary gun violence at Sandy Hook Elementary. However, Harper High School (Chicago) lost 27 of their students to gun violence within 13 months. Kevin Ambrose lost his life to gun violence as he waited for his friend at the train station. He wasn’t in a gang. Kevin was actually a student at Columbia College. He worked at Target and wanted to be a police officer. The list could go on forever of innocent children whose lives have been snatched away by the wickedness of gun violence. Where are their national tributes? Why isn’t the nation mourning with Chicago?

What makes one life more valuable than the next? Or a tragedy more sad and compelling than another? Does racism and classism play a huge role in the lack of sympathy for Chicago’s gun violence?

The death of Hadiya Pendleton showed the nation what Chicago deals with every week. A mother loses her child almost everyday in Chicago. The lives of many families are being disrupted and broken due to gun violence. Where is the help? Or are they invisible?

-Nikki-

Pushing the reset button: My week in photos

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“I start over when necessary.”

Warmer weather makes my life easier. It really does. Blame it on the African blood in me, but I simply thrive during the warmer month’s. This past week in Chicago we had a few days that consisted of 80+ degree weather. I was in heaven, and of course ya’ll know I HAD to hit up PinkBerry.

For some reason I decided to push the reset button on a lot of things this week. I started the new year off super excited about the projects I was working on, and what’s to come, but I’ve hit a plateau. I gave myself a chance to really think about where I’m trying to go during the second half of 2013. Next week I plan to take action.

Enough about me… How was your week?

P.S. The picture above was taken in Cabrini Green orginal row houses. Classic Chicago. 

Pinkberry. And all of a sudden my troubles disappear…

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Summertime is near… time to step my game up…

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Made myself a smoothie for breakfast… Jamba Juice who?!?

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Look what my coworker gave me! Can’t wait to go deeper…

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How cute are these apple bananas?

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Cinco de Mayo!

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-N-

Video of homeless man in Chicago going viral

source: theblaze.com

source: theblaze.com

“I’m not a bum, I’m a human being”, says Ronald Davis of Chicago, IL. Davis has been homeless for a year and a half. It’s common to encounter homeless people, especially in downtown Chicago, but a recent video of Ronald Davis posted on Facebook gives an entirely new perspective. Take a look:

It’s typical to assume most homeless people are bums or professional scam artists. One rarely considers the humiliation and courage it takes to beg strangers for money, everyday. Much thanks and appreciation to Davis for enlightening others about the homeless experience.

-N-

Stop Instagramming Your Perfect Life: My Response

source: ewitch-virtualcoven.blogspot.com

source: ewitch-virtualcoven.blogspot.com

Finally, someone said it. To be honest, I’ve struggled with writing this post for months, literally. I was afraid people would totally miss the point I was trying to make and simply respond with “If you don’t like Instagram, delete your account”. The problem isn’t that I don’t like Instagram. The problem is I love Instagram, too much. And I know I’m not alone. After reading “Instagram’s Envy Effect” by Shauna Niequist, I knew I had to respond.

Working in social media can be a hard task that pulls on one emotionally. I can’t count how many times in the past I’ve deleted my Facebook account in attempt to gain a bit of my normal logic back. I knew my Facebook friends were real people with everyday issues, but my mind only digested the perfect moments that were posted online. After joining Instagram, things got worse.

“Who lives like this?” That was the question I’d ask myself after I’d scroll from one perfect picture to the next. For some reason pictures of fruit on Instagram looked more appetizing than anything I’d ever tasted in my life. The water on beaches was a blue I never knew existed. Apparently the entire world was on a vacation without me. All of a sudden I needed a new wardrobe to keep up with the fashion forward ladies I followed on Instagram. Forget about fashion, Instagram made me believe I needed a whole new life. New home, new clothes, new life, new everything. One day it dawned on me: Am I living a lie on Instagram as well? You know, only posting “my fabulous life”? Have I gotten caught up in posting a perfect life, causing others to believe all is well with me every single moment of my life?

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Being a writer and blogger allows me to attend a variety of events in and out the city. Upon arrival I do my usual routine of “checking in” the location or event via Facebook and Twitter. I inform my followers of where I am and for what reason. However, I clearly remember one time I refused to inform my followers of me attending an upscale event at the W Hotel on Lake Shore Drive. It was the first time I was aware of the fact I could be misleading my followers with my check-ins, pictures, and posts. They’d be informed of me chilling at the W Hotel, but oblivious to the fact I was praying hard my car would start when I picked it up from valet. Clearly life was not as perfect as it seemed to be online and something inside of me wanted to make sure the people knew that.

So how do we cure this problem? Am I suggesting we post our most depressing moments on social networks? Of course not. I think it’s important for us not to be consumed with what we see online. People simply post what they want you to see. Pictures capture a single moment, but you’ll never know the events that lead to that moment in time.

This past Saturday I decided to unplug from social networks for the entire day. It was great. It was necessary. It’s time to start actually enjoying the real world. It’s crazy, because as much as I think I’m addicted to social networks, once I logged back on I realized I hadn’t missed a thing and quickly logged off. Social networks are fun and apart of our world, but they shouldn’t be our entire world. Get it? Of course I’ll continue to capture cherished moments on Instagram, but honestly I’m more concerned with life offline. Have I spent quality time with my siblings? Did I call my parents today? Am I being productive? Am I healthy? Am I really happy and filled with joy? You know, the things you’ll never see.

What are your thoughts? Have you ever felt some kind of way after logging off Instagram or Facebook? Leave a comment below. I’d love to hear about your experience.

-Nikki-

Being around you makes me happy: My Week in Photos

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Hello my people! I hope you guys had an amazing week. My week was pretty chill. I gave myself a chance to be a normal person and not worry about hustling. However, my weekend was heaven sent. I attended a concert on Friday night, which turned out to be a mini family and friend reunion. I forgot how good it felt to have everyone I love around me. It’s good for my soul and I need it more often. The rest of the weekend was equally amazing, with productivity, great conversation, and dinner at Little Goat Diner. Spring has finally sprung in Chicago ya’ll and it’s a beautiful thing.

Battling the chilly weather earlier in the week…

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Currently reading “Hellhound On His Trail”, a MUST read about MLK

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Starting a new regimen to get this skin together. Anybody else tried this before?

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My Saturday… easy and breezy…

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Ended the week with dinner at Little Goat… Shrimp & Grits ya’ll…

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-N-

It’s Still Cold in Chicago: 3 Reasons Why I Can Appreciate the Chilly Temps

source: thebuckinghamchicago.com

source: thebuckinghamchicago.com

Every winter I ask myself “Why do I continue to live in Chicago? I hate being cold.” However, when spring finally makes an appearance, I fall in love all over again with my Sweet Home Chicago. This year’s spring is no different, but since I’m learning to look at the glass half full, I’ve identified three reasons why I can appreciate the chilly temperatures. Enjoy!

*Click the number two below, to view reason #1*

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