Way Back When

5/2/2006: Yes, I found a way to lose today's post and blow out yesterday's comments by adding haloscan to my blog...

But I remember what you all said...


Rose and Dominique: Thanks, That uniform got me into a lot of trouble that I can brag about today...

Chubby Chocolate and Nikki: I prefer current Hassan to late 80's hassan as well. I think the only thing that has remained the same is the eyes...

Minority: That statement is soooo true. Without hip hop, I would be one loney man living without direction and running afoul... (insert Primo instrumental here)

Nsane Lee Sane: That was 18 years ago!!!

Yazmar: That was 18 years ago and yes that is me. I claim him, but I an no longer him. I forgive him but I cannot forget what was said and did by him because we share the same shell. I can't contemplate being him in 2006 and plus, I moved away from his train of thought and way of life. That is a picture of Hans Williams (my birth name) right before he became a egotistical, emotionless monster and paid killer courtesy of Uncle Sam. My name is Hassan Ntimbanjayo. I changed my name, way of life and train of thought because I could no longer see the face of God when I saw myself in the mirror because I at that time was a puppet of the devil. I spread that over to my friends and family after getting out of the service in 1992/3 (early exit). I saw that I had no redeeming quality as a human being due to me being and doing what I did, so I had to make change and I didn't need quarters. By giving God the glory and accepting that I can be forgiven for my sins and knowing that my life can be useful by being someone other than a foul mouthed, egomaniac soldier trained to do dumb ish was my turning point in this existance.

I also fell in love with the drum and was called and saw Mother Africa...

There are other photos that Al found that I cannot publish here. Let's just say if I were serving now, I'd be one of those soldiers that would be in a ton of trouble for doing what I did and taking pictures of it. I am no longer him, y'all. That's why I cannot recognize him.

Oh and yes, I wrote on the photos back in 89 and sent them to Al in thst condition. I was trying to be funny in my commentary.

I'll post my original thoughts, or what was supposed to be here later after I get home from work...





Hint: If you click it, it gets bigger...



I took this pic in September of 1989 and sent it to my man DJ MorninMan to let him know I was doing okay. I forgot I ever sent this until he did some spring cleaning.

All I can say is wow. I do not recognize myself.

The uniform made me cute though.