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Hello Rochester and Abroad,

Blessings to everyone wherever you are. This year is moving pretty fast. The year just began, and already we are in May. It is true… when they say, ” TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE”. After what it seems like an eternity winter, warmer weather is now on its way.

To all of the mothers out there; I give honor to you for all the positive that you have done for your children. I give honor for your sacrifices you made to raise your children. May each of you be honored yesterday, today, and forever. As we move right into spring (already in spring), we are approaching Mother’s Day. This is a very important and significant day for me, and I feel that Mother’s Day should be celebrated everyday like African Culture should be celebrated.

Women have played an important role from the beginning of time. Whether the role was bad or good…. they still played a major part in our history. Honestly, we as men cannot be complete without the other. It is what it is…. I was raised by a strong Haitian Woman—she didn’t play much either, and I realized what a good mother was. We, as men, have failed our women—left them to fend for themselves. Women are survivors, and warriors in their own right. Women are stronger than you know. Just think of women birthing. We men cannot even start to imagine what women go through when they are pregnant, give birth to a child, or just going through hormonal changes. We men need you women beside us and not behind us. It is almost impossible to do it on our own. We cannot be King’s if you do not embrace our Queens.

To my Mummy, Eugenie Telasco, I love you and miss you more than you can ever know. I hope I am making you proud, and I carry you in my heart everywhere I go. All the hard work you put in as a single mom…. all I can say is Thank you. Thank you for all you did for me and my siblings; your love continues to guide me on my journey in life and here in Rochester. You would always say to me, “You have to know how to move. Move in silence. People that make a lot of noise have no true substance. The quiet ones are the ones that move swiftly.” I will never forget the lessons you instilled in me. I thank you for just loving me even when I made you cry by being a knucklehead. My being born and raised in Miami, Florida, (Little Haiti) was not an easy task, but you did it. Even though you are gone, you will never be forgotten.

This issue is especially dedicated to my loving Mummy. In her honor, please read, “What a Mother Means to Me.”

M-O-T-H-E-R

“M” IS FOR THE MILLION THINGS SHE GAVE ME
“O” MEANS ONLY THAT SHE’S GROWING OLD
“T” IS FOR THE TEARS SHE SHED TO SAVE ME
“H” IS FOR HER HEART OF PUREST GOLD
“E” IS FOR HER EYES, WITH LOVE-LIGHT SHINING
“R” IS FOR RIGHT, AND RIGHT SHE WILL ALWAYS BE!

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May God Bless You!
Kenny F. Jean, Publisher

kjean@1ourvoicemag.com

“We will not be extinct as a race.” ~KFJ

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GOD Bless you and your Family