Author: Denise James

Denise is a 56-year-old mother of 2 sons and an overjoyed grandmother of 5. She works as a Counsellor in a thriving Private Practice. She has a huge belief in the transformative power of creativity, and learning & growing through the sharing of experiences. She is a lover of life who is passionate about mental health and well-being, and raising awareness around it and the negative impact of Adverse Childhood Experiences. Denise became a first-time published author when her book, Back to Love, was released in January 7th 202.

Oftentimes, and in the old days, Fathers, you were relegated to the side-lines of Family Life; to the back of things, with the world not fully grasping that your input is equally needed and valued…

Only you can Protect in that Super-Powered way: the one that keeps predators away, keeping children safe.

I wish you could see how much children need you and how children can suffer so without your Divine Presence and involvement. This I say to All fathers.

For the Black father, in particular, the Black African, Caribbean, British, Nubian, my heart bleeds for you, and mostly bleeds because in the Western world your power has been trampled on & taken away…

Your influence, ripped from under you, especially when we were slaves, its impacts still very visible today…

There is nothing more I want to see, than the brothers standing tall in this society, reclaiming and cherishing his family, taking back up that Reverence Residency…

Please, my brothers, come back home. Our young’uns miss & need you so. They need that baritone voice that lets us & the world know, exactly where the lines are drawn…to help us love ourselves, and our reflections.

Just like slavery, crack/cocaine came in the 80s’ to destroy our souls, no one watches that, no one does the maths…In the Americas it came to Britain too, and the Caribbean.

But this black woman, this Sistah, this mother of sons, and aunty of daughters, loves you so, and those of you gone AWOL, come back home…back home and seated in place for re/generation…

Children are naturally forgiving. They just want their parents to see them, love them, teach them, spend time with them, keep them in line, give them that self-love and self-confidence they need in this life, to avoid being twice defeated in the race, as Black African peoples. Please believe, IT’S NEVER TOO LATE…

It’s never too late, if you’ve lost touch, to put in the work. And if your children won’t let you correct your mistakes, because it’s taking them a minute or two to forgive your lack of previous involvement, there are many other un-fathered boys and girls in need of your kindness, your time, your care, and protection.

We need the black mother and father, together again, and United; loving each other, visibly, so our children can internalise how black love looks, loves, feels, acts. Brothers & Sistahs Let’s stop tearing each other up!

Too much inner-city trauma and blues. Now is the time to choose: to choose what’s best for the children…

So Daddies, come back home, to the fold, and let us, the black family unit, pick up where slavery plucked us, and our true stories left off…

Pick up and put ourselves map on The Map of Founding Mothers & Fathers, as Nature – not us – Planned it.

Prodigal Father, Come Home, the young’uns need you so!

Love & Much Light…

Your woman…

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