Mr. Martin, a storyteller, has also used stories to inspire classrooms and youth groups in both New York and California. While living in Rochester New York he founded the BEHOLD Theater group (he hopes to kick start this again) which introduced to youth to various disciplines within the arts, ranging from Poetry to Fencing. Recently retired from the Los Angeles Unified School District he plans on taking poetry, drumming and storytelling on the road to reach a broader audience. He is currently writing a film script with hopes of releasing it sometime in 2018. His most recent book “Jus Sayin’” released in June 2017 is a myriad of thoughts he has shared over social media over the past few years.
Here are a few excerpts from Jeffery’s latest book Jus Sayin’
October 19, 2015
I used to wonder why the so-called outcasts of society would always take a liking to me. Folks nobody really paid attention to (elderly, homeless, etc.) they always had advice for me (life-saving advice). Maybe I looked so desperate that they felt the need to help, or maybe I just looked like someone who would listen?
Well, whatever the reason I’m glad they talked and even more glad that I listened. And maybe, just maybe, it’s ok to look a little desperate once in a while… yes, at our lowest we are vulnerable, but also in that place, we are receptive.
Lessons don’t come to make you smile, they come to teach…
The smiling comes later.
October 23, 2015
Life is a master teacher.
Good or bad it teaches.
If I didn’t look at it like that, I would have become disillusioned a long time ago. Once I became a willing student nothing could deter me from learning, then moving. I won’t be its victim or its target but I will be its student. I will make good of this opportunity. I will see this world and meet its people. Life will not make me stationary like a tree, but I will respect the power of strong roots. Moving within the experiences I am afforded, I will push this to the limit. I won’t be dumbed down or exed out. It’s always my time until I have no more time here.
November 3, 2015
A couple of days ago I crossed paths with a father (I’m assuming) and his two sons. They appeared to be homeless. But what struck me most about them was their closeness. They had not been broken in any way. I spoke to the father and could see that fire in his eyes. There was no hopeless look, no desperation in his movement. He was going to work shit out for his boys no matter what it took. As they laughed and joked I saw a strength that only love can give and only death can take away.
The real meaning of family was on display today, and I was a lucky observer.
November 11, 2015
Speaking to or being around my children reminds me of all the beautiful times we shared as they grew beyond my reach. I wanted to do the impossible and keep them forever. I wasn’t meant for many things in this life, but fatherhood was my calling. Loved it. Never wanted any days off. Never had any desire to kick it with the fellas. My shining glory was being a father. Thank you, Iman and Nkosana for choosing me to be your father.
P.S. – That media myth that black men aren’t good fathers is bullshit!
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