It's that time of year...for the Chocolate Family Reunion.
Summer time. Cookouts. Dancing contests. Good music. Spades Games. Trash talking playing dominoes. Some of your uncles and cousins are out back shooting craps along side Big Mama's house. You know she ain't playing that and is going to bless them out, yet again, if she catches them this year.
The same cousin seems to have a baby every other year. Bringing a different dude to the reunion each time.
You have to remind that one distant uncle or uncle-in-law that you are his family member when he says "My, you sure have grown into a woman." Bless his heart with his high-on-some-narcotic self.
Then there is the family who has come up a little bit. Raised in the old days on a country farm slopping hogs and milking cows. Today, they drive a luxury vehicle, nose in the air, and pronouncing every syllable of the King's language to the "T." Don't get me wrong. I an avid supporter of higher learning, receiving as much education as your heart desires, and moving on up to the deluxe apartment in the sky. Be able to let your hair down around your folk and leave the "corporate" persona at the office. That's all I am saying.
Uncle Pete is at the grill flipping burgers, cooking chicken, and throwing down on the best steaks you can ever imagine. Sure you may have to hide your purse and act like you don't have any cash on you when he randomly asks you to "hold some" with the promise of paying you back. Although you don't support his drug habit, the family may give him a few 6 packs of brew to keep him going while he sweats profusely at the grill to make the meat just right for the BBQ. Never the less, you love Uncle Pete all the same.
Oh, and don't you just love it when the family still thinks of you as a kid and can't believe how much you have grown??? Yes, you are knocking on 30...but they still see you as the little one who would put on a 1 man talent show in your mom and dad's living room. It used to be annoying, but now you find it to be endearing as you get older. to
You dance with the other aunts who appreciate your growth and try to recruit you in their click. The same click they unofficially formed amongst the younger siblings who are desperately hanging onto the good ole days. They try to school you on men and life as they pour countless glasses of wine to elevate their wisdom. When you refuse the second glass they offer, they straigthen up with serious facial expressions as they compliment you for not being an alcoholic. The slurs indicate you may need to sign them up for AA. But, you decide to send up a prayer for your aunts and laugh with them at their unbelievable, yet hilarious stories of the past.
And how can I forget your favorite uncle who plays the role of your daddy when necessary? The one whom women swoon over...including your aunts. They worship the ground this man walks on and will clinch a fist if you talk badly about their brother. He's a womanizer, invented swag before these hip hop dudes were potty trained, dresses straight out of Brooks Brothers, and is the hero to the family. Please believe he is going to arrive later than everyone else. His ego has to show up fashionably late to receive the red carpet treatment from his sisters, nieces, and nephews. This man is something else. But, I gotta give him credit. He is the bomb diggity and has taught you a lot of the things about the dating game. Most of your skills you have came straight from his teachings. He taught you how to play, how to recognize a player, how to get what you want, and how to make a relationship last...if you choose to take it there. He is the reason you refused to have relationships for years. He urged you to play the field, date, make mistakes, and call your own shots before you settle down. He always said you won't appreciate the good unless you know what's out there. This uncle opened up to you about the game so you wouldn't end up like the women of his past...and possible present. Thanks Unk....I love you for that.
As the sun sets, everyone is full from chicken, beef, fish, pork (some still can't kick the hog habit), sides, home cooked desserts, adult beverages, laughter, dancing, singing, and story telling. It's about that time for the family members to gather their to-go-plates to feast off of for the next few days. But, before this goes down, one of the eldest aunts takes a survey of the room and begins to publicly thank God for keeping the family this long. She gives thanks for legacy, longevity, unity, and for love. As she speaks with love in a gentle and warm tone, the family looks to her for guidance at that very moment. We all hang on to her every word. She reminds us of our family roots and how every day we should beam with pride based on where we come from. She boasts of her grandmother and grandfather's work ethic and the foundation they built to bring us to this point. She urges us all to cherish this moment before we go our separate ways and to always love each other no matter what. Tears silently pound the pavement as the fam feels the spirits of ancestry at this very moment. This is what it is all about....and you love every moment of it.
I look forward to engaging in and soaking up every bit of love and craziness this weekend....ahhh...gotta love Chocolate Family Reunion time.
Blessings to you and yours...
Buttafly
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Humanity
In 1996, my teenage world was shaken by the sudden death of Tupac Amaru Shakur. Pac was often misunderstood, surrounded by the wrong crowd, gangsta...yet had a human side that spoke through his lyrics. Back then I was totally into his lyrics, although I didn't live the hard knock he spoke on. I didn't know any Brenda's, I wasn't surrounded by thugs (although I went through my thug love stage), and none of my friends had ever been shot. But his eyes were deep. His enormous swag and ego overshadowed his petite frame. Pac was the man back in my day who seemed to have 9 lives. So, when he was pronounced dead on Friday the 13th in September, I didn't believe it. I was on my way to a high school football game to kick it with the crew. Sure, Pac had been shot multiple times. But, no one thought for one moment that he wouldn't rebound. I mourned his death. I cried. I prayed for his family. I even got into all the hype that Pac might be chilling on an island waiting to make his comeback in a few years. I thought no one could ever shake me like this again.
13 years later, Michael Jackson who I absolutely loved as a child but didn't particularly like much as an adult took his last breath. I went into complete shock. I was sitting at a gospel convention when it was announced by Tyler Perry to the crowd. I knew Mike was admitted to the hospital that day. But, I didn't think MJ would die. Not this soon.
I didn't cry. I prayed for the family. I listended to his music over and over. I watched his music videos repeatedly. I watched all the media stories on E and BET and VH-1. The more I watched, the more I felt guilty for all the negative remarks I made about MJ. The more I learned, the more I understood that it was impossible to understand his world if I wasn't living it. As days went by, I focused on his music, his positive influence on this globe, his humanity, his love for children and for people who were in need. I began to appreciate the way he created unity through his lyrics, his dancing, through his smile, his dress, even with the jheri curl perm he had going on.
Yesterday made it official for us all who found his death to be surreal. Those who watched from their homes, listened through streams at work, sat in theaters or on street walks with other fans to watch on huge screens...the world stopped for MJ's memorial. I didn't know what to expect. But, I do know after listening to his close friends, singing along to the spiritual tunes and those MJ penned or adored through the years, it all came down like a ton of bricks. My heart ached for the kids. For his mother. For his brothers and sisters. His nieces and nephews. His cousins. His friends.
13 years later I mourn for another man who was releveant to this world. But this time it's different. This time I cry because I realized I judged someone for the life the media portrayed. I judged a man I didn't even know but formed opinions on. I cried because I realized how beautiful his spirit was and how deeply he reached inside his heart to help those in need. I cried as I thought back on my own personal memories of MJs affect on my love for music. I cried for the 3 children he leaves behind who love him as a child should. I prayed that the media doesn't try to strip them of their soul as it did MJ. It opened my eyes to the powers of the media and fame. But, it also opened my eyes to the purity of humanity.
No matter what Michael's faith was he was a giver from his soul. For that, he was blessed and was a blessing. Beautifully human. Peculiar to the average human. Peculiar enough to be the best entertainer who ever lived. Just crazy enough to give of his time, his finances, his thanks, his talents, his gifts, his heart to this world.
Beautifully human.
13 years later, Michael Jackson who I absolutely loved as a child but didn't particularly like much as an adult took his last breath. I went into complete shock. I was sitting at a gospel convention when it was announced by Tyler Perry to the crowd. I knew Mike was admitted to the hospital that day. But, I didn't think MJ would die. Not this soon.
I didn't cry. I prayed for the family. I listended to his music over and over. I watched his music videos repeatedly. I watched all the media stories on E and BET and VH-1. The more I watched, the more I felt guilty for all the negative remarks I made about MJ. The more I learned, the more I understood that it was impossible to understand his world if I wasn't living it. As days went by, I focused on his music, his positive influence on this globe, his humanity, his love for children and for people who were in need. I began to appreciate the way he created unity through his lyrics, his dancing, through his smile, his dress, even with the jheri curl perm he had going on.
Yesterday made it official for us all who found his death to be surreal. Those who watched from their homes, listened through streams at work, sat in theaters or on street walks with other fans to watch on huge screens...the world stopped for MJ's memorial. I didn't know what to expect. But, I do know after listening to his close friends, singing along to the spiritual tunes and those MJ penned or adored through the years, it all came down like a ton of bricks. My heart ached for the kids. For his mother. For his brothers and sisters. His nieces and nephews. His cousins. His friends.
13 years later I mourn for another man who was releveant to this world. But this time it's different. This time I cry because I realized I judged someone for the life the media portrayed. I judged a man I didn't even know but formed opinions on. I cried because I realized how beautiful his spirit was and how deeply he reached inside his heart to help those in need. I cried as I thought back on my own personal memories of MJs affect on my love for music. I cried for the 3 children he leaves behind who love him as a child should. I prayed that the media doesn't try to strip them of their soul as it did MJ. It opened my eyes to the powers of the media and fame. But, it also opened my eyes to the purity of humanity.
No matter what Michael's faith was he was a giver from his soul. For that, he was blessed and was a blessing. Beautifully human. Peculiar to the average human. Peculiar enough to be the best entertainer who ever lived. Just crazy enough to give of his time, his finances, his thanks, his talents, his gifts, his heart to this world.
Beautifully human.
Monday, June 29, 2009
King Michael
It seems I was on an unintentional hiatus. So much has happened. But, I am back...thanks to a little birdie who knows how to gently nudge me back on track. Thanks ATL for knowing how to say what you say when you say it to me.
In honor of the greatest performer of my era, I have to pay my respects to legendary Michael Jackson. I have heard it all the past few days from all angles. I choose to only focus on the positive aspects of my fondest memories of MJ.
Child, I wore those hardwood floors out in my parents' den trying to mimic those smooth dance moves. When I think about it, he was one of the reasons I gave my all during my dance lessons at Jacobs Dance Academy in the A. From ballet, to jazz, tap, to African, to modern dance....I loved it all and performed it all. Michael was fluid, organic, authentic, fresh. That's what I wanted to be when my feet graced the floor to marry the tone of the music I danced too.
Oh, and I remember attending Atlanta Preparatory School in the early 90s. The academy was created to provide exclusive education targeted specifically to Chocolate students. The main focuses were math, science, African studies and the arts. I was already a dancer, so I was elated to know that we would participate in 2 theatrical dance performances each school year.
The year was 1992. It was the fall. Michael Jackson released one of the best cinematic music videos til this day, "Remember the Time." The female choreographer for our production was all about MJ and insisted upon replicating every dance move from the video. I wanted to do my very best for me...but I also wanted to do it for Mike. In my mind, our performance could reach his people. MJ could see me in the front row...doing my thing. Trying my best to make him proud. Oh, yes...and my momma. Gotta do it for mom too.
Those are my proudest memories of Michael Jackson. From Off the Wall, to Thriller, to Bad to Dangerous. Some of the best music every made. That era was serious because every person on the planet knew the excellence of this man. Yes, he was peculiar and not clearly understood. But, his music, his moves, his artistry was something no one else could touch. Something no one else will ever touch. He had it. He always had IT.
I join the rest of the world and celebrate his positive contributions to music. To humanity. To fashion. To my generation. To generations to follow. Prayerfully, he is finally resting and can be at peace to leave all the drama and scrutiny behind. God bless his children, his family, his legacy.
Be easy.
Buttafly
In honor of the greatest performer of my era, I have to pay my respects to legendary Michael Jackson. I have heard it all the past few days from all angles. I choose to only focus on the positive aspects of my fondest memories of MJ.
Child, I wore those hardwood floors out in my parents' den trying to mimic those smooth dance moves. When I think about it, he was one of the reasons I gave my all during my dance lessons at Jacobs Dance Academy in the A. From ballet, to jazz, tap, to African, to modern dance....I loved it all and performed it all. Michael was fluid, organic, authentic, fresh. That's what I wanted to be when my feet graced the floor to marry the tone of the music I danced too.
Oh, and I remember attending Atlanta Preparatory School in the early 90s. The academy was created to provide exclusive education targeted specifically to Chocolate students. The main focuses were math, science, African studies and the arts. I was already a dancer, so I was elated to know that we would participate in 2 theatrical dance performances each school year.
The year was 1992. It was the fall. Michael Jackson released one of the best cinematic music videos til this day, "Remember the Time." The female choreographer for our production was all about MJ and insisted upon replicating every dance move from the video. I wanted to do my very best for me...but I also wanted to do it for Mike. In my mind, our performance could reach his people. MJ could see me in the front row...doing my thing. Trying my best to make him proud. Oh, yes...and my momma. Gotta do it for mom too.
Those are my proudest memories of Michael Jackson. From Off the Wall, to Thriller, to Bad to Dangerous. Some of the best music every made. That era was serious because every person on the planet knew the excellence of this man. Yes, he was peculiar and not clearly understood. But, his music, his moves, his artistry was something no one else could touch. Something no one else will ever touch. He had it. He always had IT.
I join the rest of the world and celebrate his positive contributions to music. To humanity. To fashion. To my generation. To generations to follow. Prayerfully, he is finally resting and can be at peace to leave all the drama and scrutiny behind. God bless his children, his family, his legacy.
Be easy.
Buttafly
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Stranger in My House-Part I
Today I called my older male cousin to check on him. He had been on my mind for a few days, so I decided to reach out on the old fashioned Bell.
Our interchange began with the usual...jokes from his end about how I don't care about him anymore because I haven't called him in 20 years. Didn't I just see you a few weeks ago? But, that is my cousin. Troy is crazy and I love him. His jokes are a normalcy in our relationship and I wouldn't trade him for a billion dollars. Wait---1 Billion? Okay, no still wouldn't trade him. Had to think about that for a sec, though. Kidding....sort of. :-)
Any who, after catching each other up about little things here and there, he goes completely left on me. I didn't expect to hear these words escape his mouth...but they did. My macho, fun loving, has everything together cousin admitted to me he is actually afraid of something. Immediately, I turned off the muted idiot box (TV), folded my legs in a comfortable Indian style on the sofa, and focused on what was coming next.
Troy is a great provider and protector for his family. He is a hard worker, follower of God's Word, a lover of people, has a humble heart, infectious sense of humor, and undoubtedly has a strong character. Of course there are imperfections because he is human. But, he really does try to be the best at it all. I am proud to call this upstanding gentleman my cousin...with his crazy self. Of all the 20 something years I have been on this Earth, fear is the last feeling I thought could embody him. He is strong...like a bull. Never wavering. I want to ask him what is he afraid of. Instead, my mouth shuts as I allow him to vent to his little cuz. It's my turn to be the shoulder and ear for him.
He tells me his baby boy is moving out of the house, which Troy has been pushing him to do in the past 6 months. Allow me to rephrase that. Baby boy matriculated through college and walked across the stage in December to receive his Bachelors. The day of graduation, Troy told him he had exactly 6 months to move out and become a man. Mind you, my little cuz would live between home and his friend's apartment in the city. Baby boy didn't mind as he had been making plans to rent a spot downtown. He said he wanted to be as close to the party scene as possible since the city never sleeps. Okay...if you say so. Apparently, baby boy signed his lease this past weekend and began moving items to his new bachelor pad this morning. Okay, I see where this is going. He is actually growing into a man and Troy is reaching from his emotional side at this moment. Wow...and he chose me to share it with. Okay, this is a milestone for us. My cuz is not He-Man after all. :-)
"Aw, cuz. Your son is finally coming into true manhood, huh? It's cool. You raised him well, he will be fine."
"B, that's not what I am concerned about. I know that knuckle head son of mine will be fine. He is a go getter and he's got a good head on his shoulders."
"Rite...rite. So, what's the issue then?"
Now, I am puzzled. Oh goodness. Troy is about to drop a bomb on me...he is too calm right now.
"Truth be told...and I haven't shared this with anyone else. You are a grown woman, so you can handle this. See, this is why I am so hard on you about dating because I want you to be good."
"Okay......."
"How can I say this?"
"You know me, Troy. Keep it 100."
"I'll just say exactly how I feel it. It's just me and Deb now...just the 2 of us. And it scares the crap out of me. All this time in our marriage I feel like its been about the kids. Now what will we do when all we have is each other? I am afraid we won't make it. I am thinking about leaving."
WHAT??!!
This is the last thing I thought he would say. I always looked at Troy and Deb as the perfect couple. Sure, I knew they had their issues. He always kept it real with me and said that it hasn't been a crystal stair. But, she was the love of his life and they always worked everything out.
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious."
How did they get here? Was it always about the kids? Did they truly love each other? Is there someone else? Does he feel he missed out on something or someone? Maybe this is a mid-life crisis he is stumbling upon.
I can't believe this. I need to get to the bottom of this...today...
Stay tuned for Part 2....
Our interchange began with the usual...jokes from his end about how I don't care about him anymore because I haven't called him in 20 years. Didn't I just see you a few weeks ago? But, that is my cousin. Troy is crazy and I love him. His jokes are a normalcy in our relationship and I wouldn't trade him for a billion dollars. Wait---1 Billion? Okay, no still wouldn't trade him. Had to think about that for a sec, though. Kidding....sort of. :-)
Any who, after catching each other up about little things here and there, he goes completely left on me. I didn't expect to hear these words escape his mouth...but they did. My macho, fun loving, has everything together cousin admitted to me he is actually afraid of something. Immediately, I turned off the muted idiot box (TV), folded my legs in a comfortable Indian style on the sofa, and focused on what was coming next.
Troy is a great provider and protector for his family. He is a hard worker, follower of God's Word, a lover of people, has a humble heart, infectious sense of humor, and undoubtedly has a strong character. Of course there are imperfections because he is human. But, he really does try to be the best at it all. I am proud to call this upstanding gentleman my cousin...with his crazy self. Of all the 20 something years I have been on this Earth, fear is the last feeling I thought could embody him. He is strong...like a bull. Never wavering. I want to ask him what is he afraid of. Instead, my mouth shuts as I allow him to vent to his little cuz. It's my turn to be the shoulder and ear for him.
He tells me his baby boy is moving out of the house, which Troy has been pushing him to do in the past 6 months. Allow me to rephrase that. Baby boy matriculated through college and walked across the stage in December to receive his Bachelors. The day of graduation, Troy told him he had exactly 6 months to move out and become a man. Mind you, my little cuz would live between home and his friend's apartment in the city. Baby boy didn't mind as he had been making plans to rent a spot downtown. He said he wanted to be as close to the party scene as possible since the city never sleeps. Okay...if you say so. Apparently, baby boy signed his lease this past weekend and began moving items to his new bachelor pad this morning. Okay, I see where this is going. He is actually growing into a man and Troy is reaching from his emotional side at this moment. Wow...and he chose me to share it with. Okay, this is a milestone for us. My cuz is not He-Man after all. :-)
"Aw, cuz. Your son is finally coming into true manhood, huh? It's cool. You raised him well, he will be fine."
"B, that's not what I am concerned about. I know that knuckle head son of mine will be fine. He is a go getter and he's got a good head on his shoulders."
"Rite...rite. So, what's the issue then?"
Now, I am puzzled. Oh goodness. Troy is about to drop a bomb on me...he is too calm right now.
"Truth be told...and I haven't shared this with anyone else. You are a grown woman, so you can handle this. See, this is why I am so hard on you about dating because I want you to be good."
"Okay......."
"How can I say this?"
"You know me, Troy. Keep it 100."
"I'll just say exactly how I feel it. It's just me and Deb now...just the 2 of us. And it scares the crap out of me. All this time in our marriage I feel like its been about the kids. Now what will we do when all we have is each other? I am afraid we won't make it. I am thinking about leaving."
WHAT??!!
This is the last thing I thought he would say. I always looked at Troy and Deb as the perfect couple. Sure, I knew they had their issues. He always kept it real with me and said that it hasn't been a crystal stair. But, she was the love of his life and they always worked everything out.
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious."
How did they get here? Was it always about the kids? Did they truly love each other? Is there someone else? Does he feel he missed out on something or someone? Maybe this is a mid-life crisis he is stumbling upon.
I can't believe this. I need to get to the bottom of this...today...
Stay tuned for Part 2....
Obamas...Creepin
Great day to you all. It is indeed a Terrific Thursday from where I stand. There isn't any rain in sight, the sun is bright, the feel is warm, and the weekend is near. Yes....I am just as dandy as I can be.
So, the other night I have yet another interesting dream. In the first scene, it is obviously night based upon the mood of the people surrounding me. I am sitting at the foot of a bed as another lady sits at the head of this same bed. She is diagonal from my position. At the desk in this bedroom is my mother, and kneeling on the floor with elbows propped on the bed is a man. The conversations were very casual as we talked amongst ourselves. As I settled in the scene mentally maybe 1 minute into the dream, I recognized 1st Lady O and President O were the unknown characters in this scene. The Obamas are creeping in my dream...I hope this is a long one.
Although I cannot recall what was being said amongst us, I do know President O was very relaxed. He had on his shirt and tie with slacks. Of course it had been a long day, but he was as cool as he always is. No cameras. No reporters. Just the 4 of us shooting the breeze. Michelle O sported something resembling a cardigan and pants. No pearls. This was down time. My mother wore khaki or white pants and a crisp button down. Maybe it was a linen 'fit. It seems her black straw hat she is famous for wearing lie on the desk. She crossed her legs towards the bed to participate in the chat. As we chuckled about something, in bounces Miss Sasha with a book in her hand. She was maybe 3 years younger than she is today and dressed in her 1 piece pajama...looking too cute with missing teeth. She aims right at the Prez.
"Daddy? Will you read me this story?"
President O lips moved, but there was silence. It was almost as if I was watching the scene in a muted version. He obliged his baby girls' request, excused himself, and followed Sasha's energetic exit from the room. It became clear to me at that moment we were located in the People's House (the term White House is so passe) at this moment. I continued chatting with the 3 ladies as we were winding down. We were interrupted by the whining of Malia. This seemed to be so out of character for the reserved, polished child I see in pictures. However, she was unhappy, complaining that she was not able to sleep because we were too loud. Malia looked to be maybe 5 years of age. Michelle O gave her a stern look, motioned to us that she would soon return, and lead Malia from the room. The scene changed.
I was walking into a large building that resembled the likes of a warehouse. I had on a stylish head scarf and over-sized shades during these early morning hours. This is certainly a look I have sported several times running around the neighborhood in the A.M. As I entered the large room full of folks, I began to remove the head covering that was simply meant to maintain my freshly glazed locs until I was ready let them flow. I approached a floor length mirror as walked the cracked, concrete floors and caught a glance of myself. In reality, my locs are jet black (thanks to Clairol). However, the reflection I received from the glass displayed my brown face with various shades of blonde curls...ranging from golden blonde to platinum. The hair was absolutely gorgeous. But I marveled at the look as I tried to figure out how this happened.
Just then, I saw my mother from my peripheral and decided to catch up to her. She stood at a long table wearing clear, plastic gloves, and a white apron. To the right of us were rows and rows of what seemed to be homeless men. Ahh...these folks are apart of my passion in life. This is great. I place the glammed shades and scarf inside my handbag and pick up my gloves and apron as I prepared to serve with a cheek to cheek smile on my face. Michelle O appeared and explained to mom and I the way the buffet would be served to the men. Again, her lips were moving, but there was silence.
I wake. Faith tells me this could happen in the next few years. I look forward to actively diminishing the homeless epidemic in my community. Of course we should all do what we can where we are financially. And I do my part. But, it is never enough for me. It is very possible the O's will be a link in the chain of networks I will build. To some that may be far fetched. But, I am just crazy enough to know that ANYTHING is very probable in my life.
Faith...
So, the other night I have yet another interesting dream. In the first scene, it is obviously night based upon the mood of the people surrounding me. I am sitting at the foot of a bed as another lady sits at the head of this same bed. She is diagonal from my position. At the desk in this bedroom is my mother, and kneeling on the floor with elbows propped on the bed is a man. The conversations were very casual as we talked amongst ourselves. As I settled in the scene mentally maybe 1 minute into the dream, I recognized 1st Lady O and President O were the unknown characters in this scene. The Obamas are creeping in my dream...I hope this is a long one.
Although I cannot recall what was being said amongst us, I do know President O was very relaxed. He had on his shirt and tie with slacks. Of course it had been a long day, but he was as cool as he always is. No cameras. No reporters. Just the 4 of us shooting the breeze. Michelle O sported something resembling a cardigan and pants. No pearls. This was down time. My mother wore khaki or white pants and a crisp button down. Maybe it was a linen 'fit. It seems her black straw hat she is famous for wearing lie on the desk. She crossed her legs towards the bed to participate in the chat. As we chuckled about something, in bounces Miss Sasha with a book in her hand. She was maybe 3 years younger than she is today and dressed in her 1 piece pajama...looking too cute with missing teeth. She aims right at the Prez.
"Daddy? Will you read me this story?"
President O lips moved, but there was silence. It was almost as if I was watching the scene in a muted version. He obliged his baby girls' request, excused himself, and followed Sasha's energetic exit from the room. It became clear to me at that moment we were located in the People's House (the term White House is so passe) at this moment. I continued chatting with the 3 ladies as we were winding down. We were interrupted by the whining of Malia. This seemed to be so out of character for the reserved, polished child I see in pictures. However, she was unhappy, complaining that she was not able to sleep because we were too loud. Malia looked to be maybe 5 years of age. Michelle O gave her a stern look, motioned to us that she would soon return, and lead Malia from the room. The scene changed.
I was walking into a large building that resembled the likes of a warehouse. I had on a stylish head scarf and over-sized shades during these early morning hours. This is certainly a look I have sported several times running around the neighborhood in the A.M. As I entered the large room full of folks, I began to remove the head covering that was simply meant to maintain my freshly glazed locs until I was ready let them flow. I approached a floor length mirror as walked the cracked, concrete floors and caught a glance of myself. In reality, my locs are jet black (thanks to Clairol). However, the reflection I received from the glass displayed my brown face with various shades of blonde curls...ranging from golden blonde to platinum. The hair was absolutely gorgeous. But I marveled at the look as I tried to figure out how this happened.
Just then, I saw my mother from my peripheral and decided to catch up to her. She stood at a long table wearing clear, plastic gloves, and a white apron. To the right of us were rows and rows of what seemed to be homeless men. Ahh...these folks are apart of my passion in life. This is great. I place the glammed shades and scarf inside my handbag and pick up my gloves and apron as I prepared to serve with a cheek to cheek smile on my face. Michelle O appeared and explained to mom and I the way the buffet would be served to the men. Again, her lips were moving, but there was silence.
I wake. Faith tells me this could happen in the next few years. I look forward to actively diminishing the homeless epidemic in my community. Of course we should all do what we can where we are financially. And I do my part. But, it is never enough for me. It is very possible the O's will be a link in the chain of networks I will build. To some that may be far fetched. But, I am just crazy enough to know that ANYTHING is very probable in my life.
Faith...
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Maintenance Man
Before your mind even goes there, I am not referring to the creeper some of you call to fix your pipes late at night. Nah, not going there today.
So, I visit my auto shop I trust to take care of my precious vehicle yesterday. She is over 15 years old, in great shape, looks well, and rides like a dream now. That's my baby. And since I refuse to have a car note for the next few years, I have vowed to care for her as if she is a 2010. I named her Mocha Mama** (name change to protect her privacy & mine) when I copped her almost 10 years ago.
I pull up to the shop parking lot, and I see Maintenance Man (MM) sitting behind his desk through the window. I walk in, share pleasantries, and patiently wait as he completes what seems to be an informal counseling session with a younger male customer. When the fellow exits the office and starts his engine, MM automatically divulges the synopsis of their convo without a word from me. Since forming my working relationship with MM a few months ago to do some major work on my baby, I have come to understand he tries to make "friends" with his customers. He is an older, southern guy who could talk to a tree stump all day long. Born and bred southerners such as myself usually meet people well, and MM is no different.
MM knows why I am here as I spoke with him last week. I called him before I arrived as a reminder. Therefore, there is no need to recap again. Keep in mind I am on my lunch break and am very punctual when it comes to work. Okay, MM I have 40 minutes for you to handle yours so I can be gone. What does MM do? He starts telling me about his women.
Initially, I listen and respond to some of his comments. He is 40 something, never been married, no children, and is almost ready to settle down. Not quite prepared for commitment, but he is headed that way according to him. MM tells me about these women currently on the roster. My Vanilla brother makes it plain that he doesn't enjoy the company of the ladies who share his racial background, but prefers Chocolate ladies. Okay, I can totally see that right now. He likes a challenge and is a bit out of the box. But, MM tends to hook up with mothers and 40 year old grandmothers. He goes for the ladies who just got out of a relationship 2 weeks ago, but doesn't want to be the rebound guy.
*Ouch! Played that position before.*
He loves to take them on weekend trips, but complains when they become too attached in his eyes. MM shows me a pic of a particular sistah who seems to tickle his fancy. He smiles as he talks about how adorable she is. In the next breath he explains how after 3 weeks of dating she started asking him about the future. He claims it was too much for him. But, why is it 5 weeks later and her face is your iPhone screen saver? MM, what is really going on with you, sir? And has anyone pulled my car into the garage yet?
30 minutes pass by, and MM has not done a thing to my car. I have 10 more minutes to get back on the clock at the ship. I really have to get the keys to that spaceship Kanye is gassing up right about now. I wish I had more time to explore what the heck is going on inside his head for the sake of my invisible Detective prefix to my name. Does MM enjoy the cat and mouse chase? Has he caught feelings and doesn't know it? Or is it the classic case of investing too much time in what we know is wrong for us because it feels so darn good for the moment?
Great, so now I have to come back in a few days for him to actually do what he is being paid to do. I am tempted to ask more questions about his so-called love life on my next visit. Then again, I might regret that decision if I act on it. Seriously, though, something tells me I won't have to inquire at all. I have a feeling MM is going to update me as soon as I walk in the door...
So, I visit my auto shop I trust to take care of my precious vehicle yesterday. She is over 15 years old, in great shape, looks well, and rides like a dream now. That's my baby. And since I refuse to have a car note for the next few years, I have vowed to care for her as if she is a 2010. I named her Mocha Mama** (name change to protect her privacy & mine) when I copped her almost 10 years ago.
I pull up to the shop parking lot, and I see Maintenance Man (MM) sitting behind his desk through the window. I walk in, share pleasantries, and patiently wait as he completes what seems to be an informal counseling session with a younger male customer. When the fellow exits the office and starts his engine, MM automatically divulges the synopsis of their convo without a word from me. Since forming my working relationship with MM a few months ago to do some major work on my baby, I have come to understand he tries to make "friends" with his customers. He is an older, southern guy who could talk to a tree stump all day long. Born and bred southerners such as myself usually meet people well, and MM is no different.
MM knows why I am here as I spoke with him last week. I called him before I arrived as a reminder. Therefore, there is no need to recap again. Keep in mind I am on my lunch break and am very punctual when it comes to work. Okay, MM I have 40 minutes for you to handle yours so I can be gone. What does MM do? He starts telling me about his women.
Initially, I listen and respond to some of his comments. He is 40 something, never been married, no children, and is almost ready to settle down. Not quite prepared for commitment, but he is headed that way according to him. MM tells me about these women currently on the roster. My Vanilla brother makes it plain that he doesn't enjoy the company of the ladies who share his racial background, but prefers Chocolate ladies. Okay, I can totally see that right now. He likes a challenge and is a bit out of the box. But, MM tends to hook up with mothers and 40 year old grandmothers. He goes for the ladies who just got out of a relationship 2 weeks ago, but doesn't want to be the rebound guy.
*Ouch! Played that position before.*
He loves to take them on weekend trips, but complains when they become too attached in his eyes. MM shows me a pic of a particular sistah who seems to tickle his fancy. He smiles as he talks about how adorable she is. In the next breath he explains how after 3 weeks of dating she started asking him about the future. He claims it was too much for him. But, why is it 5 weeks later and her face is your iPhone screen saver? MM, what is really going on with you, sir? And has anyone pulled my car into the garage yet?
30 minutes pass by, and MM has not done a thing to my car. I have 10 more minutes to get back on the clock at the ship. I really have to get the keys to that spaceship Kanye is gassing up right about now. I wish I had more time to explore what the heck is going on inside his head for the sake of my invisible Detective prefix to my name. Does MM enjoy the cat and mouse chase? Has he caught feelings and doesn't know it? Or is it the classic case of investing too much time in what we know is wrong for us because it feels so darn good for the moment?
Great, so now I have to come back in a few days for him to actually do what he is being paid to do. I am tempted to ask more questions about his so-called love life on my next visit. Then again, I might regret that decision if I act on it. Seriously, though, something tells me I won't have to inquire at all. I have a feeling MM is going to update me as soon as I walk in the door...
Throwback Tuesday - Dru Hill
This song takes me back to 2001. I recall riding around the AAMU campus with my dorm suite mate...playing this tape over and over and over in her ride. We would call this familiar treck from the girls dorms to the guy's side "the daily run." No matter what was going on, we took that ride each evening through the week to converse with the fellows on the other side of the yard. Each time this song came on, time stood still and we would sing our hearts out. The blonde ambition, otherwise known as Sisqo, made Dru Hill one of the best R&B groups of that era....
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Beauty
---by Dru Hill
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FORDMJC2yA&feature=related
Sorry, didn't notice you there
But then again you didn't notice me
So we'll remain passers by
Until the next time we speak
I hope that I can make you mine'
For another man steals your heart
And once this beauty is mine
I swear we will never be apart
Walks by me every day
Her and love are the same
The woman that's stolen my heart
And beauty is her name
I'm hoping I can make you mine
'For another man steals your heart
And once this beauty is mine
I swear we will never be apart
It didn't take much time to think about
But I didn't want to move too fast
Cause I knew that when I saw you again
That I wouldn't wanna let you pass
Cause my eyes have seen the glory
In the coming of your smile
So I swear if you ever come 'round again
Please stay for a while
Walks by me every day
Her and love are the same
The woman that's stolen my heart
And beauty is her name
I'm hoping I can make you mine
'For another man steals your heart
And once this beauty is mine
I swear that we'll never be apart
You are so beautiful
When I'm down and out
I never seem to get tired
Tired of your love
Cause you are wonderful
You're wonderful
I'm just dying to make you see
Anything you want inside your heart
You can find right here inside of me
Walks by me every day
Her and love are the same
The woman that's stolen my heart
And beauty is her name
I'm hoping I can make you mine
'For another man steals your heart
And once this beauty is mine
I swear we will never be apart
Walks by me every day
Her and love are the same
The woman that's stolen my heart
And beauty is her name
I'm hoping I can make you mine
'For another man steals your heart
And once this beauty is mine
I swear we will never be apart
Walks by me every day
Her and love are the same
The woman that's stolen my heart
And beauty is her name
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Beauty
---by Dru Hill
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FORDMJC2yA&feature=related
Sorry, didn't notice you there
But then again you didn't notice me
So we'll remain passers by
Until the next time we speak
I hope that I can make you mine'
For another man steals your heart
And once this beauty is mine
I swear we will never be apart
Walks by me every day
Her and love are the same
The woman that's stolen my heart
And beauty is her name
I'm hoping I can make you mine
'For another man steals your heart
And once this beauty is mine
I swear we will never be apart
It didn't take much time to think about
But I didn't want to move too fast
Cause I knew that when I saw you again
That I wouldn't wanna let you pass
Cause my eyes have seen the glory
In the coming of your smile
So I swear if you ever come 'round again
Please stay for a while
Walks by me every day
Her and love are the same
The woman that's stolen my heart
And beauty is her name
I'm hoping I can make you mine
'For another man steals your heart
And once this beauty is mine
I swear that we'll never be apart
You are so beautiful
When I'm down and out
I never seem to get tired
Tired of your love
Cause you are wonderful
You're wonderful
I'm just dying to make you see
Anything you want inside your heart
You can find right here inside of me
Walks by me every day
Her and love are the same
The woman that's stolen my heart
And beauty is her name
I'm hoping I can make you mine
'For another man steals your heart
And once this beauty is mine
I swear we will never be apart
Walks by me every day
Her and love are the same
The woman that's stolen my heart
And beauty is her name
I'm hoping I can make you mine
'For another man steals your heart
And once this beauty is mine
I swear we will never be apart
Walks by me every day
Her and love are the same
The woman that's stolen my heart
And beauty is her name
Throwback Tuesday- The Gap Band
Uncle Charlie always new how to talk to his lady. He didn't mess around even while he was in the Gap Band...before he traded in the slick back doo for the beaded braids.
This tune always caused me to raise my hands in the air, sway my hips, close my eyes and snap to the old school juke joint feel. The lyrics aren't complex and there is no underlying meaning. This group is simply telling the girl to quit trippen...stop acting like you haven't caught feelings...let's do this and make it official. I wonder if she stayed?
Enjoy peeps....
P.S. Uncle Charlie is 75 years young and cooler than a fan...
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Yearning for Your Love
--The Gap Band
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAVvEYzla2Q&feature=related
The time has come for us to stop messin' around
‘Cause don't you know that I like havin' you around
In my life
Oh, baby
So many times I want to hold you, oh, so near
I want to say I love you softly in your ear
Oh, baby
Don't keep running
My heart is yearning for your love
‘Cause my heart is yearning for your love
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
I need to have you as my lover and my wife
Oh, baby
Be my lover
So many times I need to have you by my side
To be my friend, my lover and my guide
Oh, baby
Don't keep runnin'
My heart is yearning for your love
My heart is yearning for your love
My heart is yearning for you
Let me inside your love
Whoa...my heart is yearning for you
Let me inside your love
Your only
(Keep runnin')
(Keep runnin')
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
(Keep runnin')
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
(Keep on runnin')
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
(Keep runnin')
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
Oh, girl
(Keep runnin')
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
(Keep runnin')
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
(Keep on runnin')
Repeat 323x
This tune always caused me to raise my hands in the air, sway my hips, close my eyes and snap to the old school juke joint feel. The lyrics aren't complex and there is no underlying meaning. This group is simply telling the girl to quit trippen...stop acting like you haven't caught feelings...let's do this and make it official. I wonder if she stayed?
Enjoy peeps....
P.S. Uncle Charlie is 75 years young and cooler than a fan...
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Yearning for Your Love
--The Gap Band
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAVvEYzla2Q&feature=related
The time has come for us to stop messin' around
‘Cause don't you know that I like havin' you around
In my life
Oh, baby
So many times I want to hold you, oh, so near
I want to say I love you softly in your ear
Oh, baby
Don't keep running
My heart is yearning for your love
‘Cause my heart is yearning for your love
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
I need to have you as my lover and my wife
Oh, baby
Be my lover
So many times I need to have you by my side
To be my friend, my lover and my guide
Oh, baby
Don't keep runnin'
My heart is yearning for your love
My heart is yearning for your love
My heart is yearning for you
Let me inside your love
Whoa...my heart is yearning for you
Let me inside your love
Your only
(Keep runnin')
(Keep runnin')
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
(Keep runnin')
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
(Keep on runnin')
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
(Keep runnin')
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
Oh, girl
(Keep runnin')
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
(Keep runnin')
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
(Keep on runnin')
Repeat 323x
Monday, May 4, 2009
Follow the Leader...finally
This is crazy. I know you will think I am nuts for saying this. I think this is the part of my thoughts that can be categorized into Pros and Cons. This is where I have to debrief before speaking on the randomness of my thoughts. Or are they truly random?
My sis always says don't get too deep, for you just might drown. I tend to analyze a bit on subjects or actions or topics that others see as insignificant. Everyone isn't positioned to see the same view as I. I accepted that a long time ago. However, this little engine of thoughts in the cerebrum is a Pro... You are still reading aren't you?
Okay, so how did I get here? The place where just about anything goes? The place of pride and glee? Yes, glee. I said it. The Utopian place where God and I are in sync. No, I don't like my job...but I have found my place in this universe that will allow me to leave at my own discretion. I am positioning myself. Making those connections in the spirit realm, in the human networking rat race. I understand what I need and how I am to strategically keep certain constants in my space. I recognize those weaknesses and am seeking that spiritual strength to prop me up on those leaning sides. Yes...peace is all around me...even if it doesn't seem like it if I stood naked in front of you...and displayed all 360 degrees of my life. In spite of, peace resides within me.
ATL helps me balance. He pulls from me. He stretches me. He gives to me. He pours in me. Being comfortable with him is an extreme need. More than he is a cool-kind-of-guy-who-I-can- kick-it-with comfortable. The kind of comfortable that removes all fear from others opinions. You know, those opinions you would swear by that ruled your atmosphere at one time...
"Girl, ya'll are moving too fast aren't you?"
"I don't know...he seems too good to be true."
"He said what? I wouldn't take that if I was you."
"Why are you cooking for him? He is not your husband!"
"I wouldn't do all that for him if I was you..."
Humph. I think about that and remember all the faces of the women who blatantly shared their opinions at some point in my younger life...before I knew better. The verbiage spewing from the mouths of lonely, bitter, angry, unhappy, man haters. Why do we listen to these women? Maybe because we used to be them in some shape or form?
Yep, so comfortable. The comfort level that allows all imperfections and insecurities hang out. Okay, maybe not all...but 92% is much more than I ever shared with another. But, with this one...there is 1 word I am searching for.............
Acceptance is the word that comes to mind. The same word Tyler uttered on the MTV show Taking the Stage explaining his torn feeling between his girlfriend and another chick. The other chick accepted him for who he is. Okay, but doesn't the woman in this position who plots on replacing wifey always accept any and everything form her target to make her way in?? I know men think they know us inside and out...but we are Eve's daughters. We didn't mean to be this way...this calculated...it's inherited and must be suppressed if not used for good.
Again, I digress. (Got a gumbo pot full of thoughts tonight...please excuse the rambling). Acceptance. ATL accepts me for me. Yet, he deposits those nuggets to slightly nudge me in the direction he sees me going in. The same direction God is pointing towards. So, I listen. I take action. I appreciate...I truly take the time to appreciate him. Instead of him guessing, I tell him. I show him. I make it plain. He embraces it.
Now I allow him to clasp my hand while we exist amongst the public. Although you may feel this point isn't relevant, it is of importance to me. Buttafly red zones on symbolism and visual- ism. As we travel on foot in the mean streets of the A, into venues, through crowds, along the busy side walks...he takes my hand. It's more than the obvious sign of affection that silently says to onlookers "just the 2 of us...enter at your own risk...don't get your block chopped off." It offers security and a form of commitment. It doesn't allow confusion to those who glanced at one of you and took a second look. The clasp displays a bond. But there is more to it.
When I place my hand in his, I stand in agreement that I will follow him. I agree at that time that I trust him. I submit to his leadership as he keeps my needs and desires in mind through his navigation. Allow your mind to go deeper than the surface on this one. This weekend, he chose a very crowded venue for us to enjoy a festivity. As soon as we exited his vehicle to walk the parking deck headed to our destination, he offered me his guidance as he opened his hand to me. I answered by clasping mine in his. Sure, I was familiar with the area we were entering. But, it wasn't my place to lead at this time. There were moments where we squeezed in areas that only allowed the room for one body to pass at a time. However, I took note that he never let go of his commitment...of my hand. Even if our palms slipped, 2 fingers remained intertwined.
I am well aware some may feel I am looking too far in depth of hand holding. Everyone shows this display of affection when dating. It's not a big deal, right? Actually, it is in my world. If every potential or actual couple joins their palms, does that mean every man is leading the woman? Certainly not. I have allowed others to lead when I full well knew with my intelligent self that the brother wasn't capable...as he didn't even know where he was headed. He wanted to lead, please believe. But, still wasn't capable. This is something I cannot teach, won't teach, won't waste time with the void of this necessity from my other half. But, when you are with a brother with purpose, passion, determination, will and the ability to lead as well as follow, you exhale.
I exhale because my burden is lighter.
I exhale as life's responsibilities will be shared.
I exhale because I'm not lead into darkness.
Sigh........
I exhale because I have a hand to hold during rough patches.
I exhale because I trust the mind and spirit of the leader.
I exhale because I can finally follow the leader.
Sigh........
My sis always says don't get too deep, for you just might drown. I tend to analyze a bit on subjects or actions or topics that others see as insignificant. Everyone isn't positioned to see the same view as I. I accepted that a long time ago. However, this little engine of thoughts in the cerebrum is a Pro... You are still reading aren't you?
Okay, so how did I get here? The place where just about anything goes? The place of pride and glee? Yes, glee. I said it. The Utopian place where God and I are in sync. No, I don't like my job...but I have found my place in this universe that will allow me to leave at my own discretion. I am positioning myself. Making those connections in the spirit realm, in the human networking rat race. I understand what I need and how I am to strategically keep certain constants in my space. I recognize those weaknesses and am seeking that spiritual strength to prop me up on those leaning sides. Yes...peace is all around me...even if it doesn't seem like it if I stood naked in front of you...and displayed all 360 degrees of my life. In spite of, peace resides within me.
ATL helps me balance. He pulls from me. He stretches me. He gives to me. He pours in me. Being comfortable with him is an extreme need. More than he is a cool-kind-of-guy-who-I-can- kick-it-with comfortable. The kind of comfortable that removes all fear from others opinions. You know, those opinions you would swear by that ruled your atmosphere at one time...
"Girl, ya'll are moving too fast aren't you?"
"I don't know...he seems too good to be true."
"He said what? I wouldn't take that if I was you."
"Why are you cooking for him? He is not your husband!"
"I wouldn't do all that for him if I was you..."
Humph. I think about that and remember all the faces of the women who blatantly shared their opinions at some point in my younger life...before I knew better. The verbiage spewing from the mouths of lonely, bitter, angry, unhappy, man haters. Why do we listen to these women? Maybe because we used to be them in some shape or form?
Yep, so comfortable. The comfort level that allows all imperfections and insecurities hang out. Okay, maybe not all...but 92% is much more than I ever shared with another. But, with this one...there is 1 word I am searching for.............
Acceptance is the word that comes to mind. The same word Tyler uttered on the MTV show Taking the Stage explaining his torn feeling between his girlfriend and another chick. The other chick accepted him for who he is. Okay, but doesn't the woman in this position who plots on replacing wifey always accept any and everything form her target to make her way in?? I know men think they know us inside and out...but we are Eve's daughters. We didn't mean to be this way...this calculated...it's inherited and must be suppressed if not used for good.
Again, I digress. (Got a gumbo pot full of thoughts tonight...please excuse the rambling). Acceptance. ATL accepts me for me. Yet, he deposits those nuggets to slightly nudge me in the direction he sees me going in. The same direction God is pointing towards. So, I listen. I take action. I appreciate...I truly take the time to appreciate him. Instead of him guessing, I tell him. I show him. I make it plain. He embraces it.
Now I allow him to clasp my hand while we exist amongst the public. Although you may feel this point isn't relevant, it is of importance to me. Buttafly red zones on symbolism and visual- ism. As we travel on foot in the mean streets of the A, into venues, through crowds, along the busy side walks...he takes my hand. It's more than the obvious sign of affection that silently says to onlookers "just the 2 of us...enter at your own risk...don't get your block chopped off." It offers security and a form of commitment. It doesn't allow confusion to those who glanced at one of you and took a second look. The clasp displays a bond. But there is more to it.
When I place my hand in his, I stand in agreement that I will follow him. I agree at that time that I trust him. I submit to his leadership as he keeps my needs and desires in mind through his navigation. Allow your mind to go deeper than the surface on this one. This weekend, he chose a very crowded venue for us to enjoy a festivity. As soon as we exited his vehicle to walk the parking deck headed to our destination, he offered me his guidance as he opened his hand to me. I answered by clasping mine in his. Sure, I was familiar with the area we were entering. But, it wasn't my place to lead at this time. There were moments where we squeezed in areas that only allowed the room for one body to pass at a time. However, I took note that he never let go of his commitment...of my hand. Even if our palms slipped, 2 fingers remained intertwined.
I am well aware some may feel I am looking too far in depth of hand holding. Everyone shows this display of affection when dating. It's not a big deal, right? Actually, it is in my world. If every potential or actual couple joins their palms, does that mean every man is leading the woman? Certainly not. I have allowed others to lead when I full well knew with my intelligent self that the brother wasn't capable...as he didn't even know where he was headed. He wanted to lead, please believe. But, still wasn't capable. This is something I cannot teach, won't teach, won't waste time with the void of this necessity from my other half. But, when you are with a brother with purpose, passion, determination, will and the ability to lead as well as follow, you exhale.
I exhale because my burden is lighter.
I exhale as life's responsibilities will be shared.
I exhale because I'm not lead into darkness.
Sigh........
I exhale because I have a hand to hold during rough patches.
I exhale because I trust the mind and spirit of the leader.
I exhale because I can finally follow the leader.
Sigh........
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Evolution: 1+1=2=1
Life=Evolution
We matriculate through grade school to middle to high school. Complete collegiate studies or progress in higher learning at trade institutions. Some have a passion to serve the country. Others hit the pavement and begin their careers.
We learn how to be responsible, to work with others, and to be independent. We work on our weaknesses and massage our strengths to be more productive citizens. We party hard. We meet and greet. Mix and mingle. Read. Discuss. Become politically involved. Form opinions on controversial subjects. Appreciate more than 2 genres of music. Form/Increase our relationship with God. Party some more. Bump our heads. Fall in Love. Lose love. Discover more flaws. Pray more. Learn how to love ourselves completely. Meet people where they are mentally. We begin to truly appreciate our parents. Discover everyone isn't as loving or works as hard as you. Learn how to trust through God's heart.
Evolution
We do all these things in our 20s and 30s and beyond. We know perfection is impossible, but we aim for it. Most of us treat our future with care as we reflect on the spiritual, yet oppressed lives of our ancestry.
Press. Push. Push. Press.
Just when we think we are on our way and have some of it together, accomplishments are made, some flaws have been improved, we are more forgiving and acceptable. We begin to learn from past mistakes and focus on how the near and distant future should be. We work effortlessly through the support of our faith and friends with like minds to make it happen. We refuse to be mediocre. Just when all this happens...when we make up our minds to do better and be better, in walks Love.
1+1 = 2
The Evolution of Love always seems to appear when it is not penciled in on the agenda. But, it's so magical and so apparent and so magnetic that we welcome the purity of it. It can be inconvenient. There are challenges. Some days are not as bright as others. But, don't we have those as individuals before others are involved anyway? As a wiser being with hints of residue from knocked down barriers, 1 evolves into 2. Not the player side of you from yester-year. No, that person faded to black. Been there and did it... time and time again. No desire to go back. Evolution introduces you to the stage of life where you genuinely wish to share the better you with another human being.
2=1
Here you are with Love. Trust is growing daily. Acts of communication are understood. Learning curve on existing as 1 is a daily walk, but worth the stretch. You completely understand time for healthy space and time for healthy affection. Respecting the right to disagree. God speaks to 2 on the paths to travel for success. 2 creates a wall of commitment that blocks lust and temptation from damaging God's purpose. 2 stands before 1+1...naked...raw...vulnerable...true. Prayer life increases to include guidance, wisdom, compassion, leadership, submission of 2. Layers of purpose continue to unveil as the 2 make strides for the future.
Your future is no longer exclusive. No, you have evolved. It's inclusive...the future of "We."
We matriculate through grade school to middle to high school. Complete collegiate studies or progress in higher learning at trade institutions. Some have a passion to serve the country. Others hit the pavement and begin their careers.
We learn how to be responsible, to work with others, and to be independent. We work on our weaknesses and massage our strengths to be more productive citizens. We party hard. We meet and greet. Mix and mingle. Read. Discuss. Become politically involved. Form opinions on controversial subjects. Appreciate more than 2 genres of music. Form/Increase our relationship with God. Party some more. Bump our heads. Fall in Love. Lose love. Discover more flaws. Pray more. Learn how to love ourselves completely. Meet people where they are mentally. We begin to truly appreciate our parents. Discover everyone isn't as loving or works as hard as you. Learn how to trust through God's heart.
Evolution
We do all these things in our 20s and 30s and beyond. We know perfection is impossible, but we aim for it. Most of us treat our future with care as we reflect on the spiritual, yet oppressed lives of our ancestry.
Press. Push. Push. Press.
Just when we think we are on our way and have some of it together, accomplishments are made, some flaws have been improved, we are more forgiving and acceptable. We begin to learn from past mistakes and focus on how the near and distant future should be. We work effortlessly through the support of our faith and friends with like minds to make it happen. We refuse to be mediocre. Just when all this happens...when we make up our minds to do better and be better, in walks Love.
1+1 = 2
The Evolution of Love always seems to appear when it is not penciled in on the agenda. But, it's so magical and so apparent and so magnetic that we welcome the purity of it. It can be inconvenient. There are challenges. Some days are not as bright as others. But, don't we have those as individuals before others are involved anyway? As a wiser being with hints of residue from knocked down barriers, 1 evolves into 2. Not the player side of you from yester-year. No, that person faded to black. Been there and did it... time and time again. No desire to go back. Evolution introduces you to the stage of life where you genuinely wish to share the better you with another human being.
2=1
Here you are with Love. Trust is growing daily. Acts of communication are understood. Learning curve on existing as 1 is a daily walk, but worth the stretch. You completely understand time for healthy space and time for healthy affection. Respecting the right to disagree. God speaks to 2 on the paths to travel for success. 2 creates a wall of commitment that blocks lust and temptation from damaging God's purpose. 2 stands before 1+1...naked...raw...vulnerable...true. Prayer life increases to include guidance, wisdom, compassion, leadership, submission of 2. Layers of purpose continue to unveil as the 2 make strides for the future.
Your future is no longer exclusive. No, you have evolved. It's inclusive...the future of "We."
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Throwback Tuesday-Maze feat Frankie Beverly
To all the X-Factors of the world...
It was
Something you said.
Something you did.
Someone you cheated with.
You didn't make enough time.
You just couldn't get it right.
You let family and friends interfere.
You couldn't let go of the past.
You took the one who loved you for granted.
You simply didn't know how to love.
This song is for you. Time heals. Honesty heals. Overcoming denial heals. Music heals.
From the lips of my favorite AARP crush of all time, the legendary Frankie Beverly....
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I Can't Get Over You
--by Maze featuring Frankie Beverly
http://video.aol.com/video-detail/maze-featuring-frankie-beverly-cant-get-over-you/4253738722
I know I brought it on myself
I owe no blame to no one else
And now I realize
I can't get over you
And though I do my very best
I just can't find happiness
And it's all because
I can't get over you
Hey baby why
oh why
Thinking of you makes me cry
Matter how I try
I'm gonna love you by and by
By and by
Baby
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
I don't know what to do I
Can't get over you
I guess you'll always have a part
Somewhere deep in my heart
It's just to hard to hide
I can't get over you
I tried to lose myself in song
But the ties are much to strong
What I'm I going to do
I can't get over you
It makes feel so bad
Messin up the love' we had
Theres one thing I know
I will always love you so
Love you so baby
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
I can't get over you
I can't get over you
I can't get over you
I can't get over you
It was
Something you said.
Something you did.
Someone you cheated with.
You didn't make enough time.
You just couldn't get it right.
You let family and friends interfere.
You couldn't let go of the past.
You took the one who loved you for granted.
You simply didn't know how to love.
This song is for you. Time heals. Honesty heals. Overcoming denial heals. Music heals.
From the lips of my favorite AARP crush of all time, the legendary Frankie Beverly....
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I Can't Get Over You
--by Maze featuring Frankie Beverly
http://video.aol.com/video-detail/maze-featuring-frankie-beverly-cant-get-over-you/4253738722
I know I brought it on myself
I owe no blame to no one else
And now I realize
I can't get over you
And though I do my very best
I just can't find happiness
And it's all because
I can't get over you
Hey baby why
oh why
Thinking of you makes me cry
Matter how I try
I'm gonna love you by and by
By and by
Baby
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
I don't know what to do I
Can't get over you
I guess you'll always have a part
Somewhere deep in my heart
It's just to hard to hide
I can't get over you
I tried to lose myself in song
But the ties are much to strong
What I'm I going to do
I can't get over you
It makes feel so bad
Messin up the love' we had
Theres one thing I know
I will always love you so
Love you so baby
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
I can't get over you
I can't get over you
I can't get over you
I can't get over you
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Praise Concert: Sat., April 25th @ 5 p.m.
Changing a Generation Full Gospel Baptist Church
4185 Snapfinger Woods Drive, Decatur, GA 30035
404.284.8865
Grants/Scholarships/Govt Aid
A random stranger shared this with me today. I wanted to pass this knowledge as far as I could. Use it as you please, and share with others. This pertains to high school students, college students, potential and current business owners.
www.Govbenefits.gov
www.EDgov.com
http://us.fulbrightonline.org/about.html
www.fafsa.gov
www.college.gov
www.grants.gov
www.ed.gov Obama Education Plan
www.us.gov
www.studentaid.ed.gov/
www.Govbenefits.gov
www.EDgov.com
http://us.fulbrightonline.org/about.html
www.fafsa.gov
www.college.gov
www.grants.gov
www.ed.gov Obama Education Plan
www.us.gov
www.studentaid.ed.gov/
Throwback Tuesday- Jodeci
Remember meeting your friends at the mall to cop the black, combat boots? Mary J sported them. TLC wore them with their "safe sex" outfits. Don't act like you don't remember TLC wearing colored condoms from head to toe. But, you didn't wear the boots with style if the tube socks were not peeking from the tops.
You were in no way ready for war. You didn't have interest in joining the military. You simply saw how fly they looked on BET in the videos and had to have them. And we wore them with shorts, no less. Cross Color shorts. And Karl Kani shorts. Anything to be different, right? I strolled down that street in memory lane today.
The boots also reminded me of 4 brothers who created a new R&B sound in the 90s. 2 pretty boys ad libbing and playing instruments in the background. 2 average looking brothers tearing up the lyrics...singing their hearts out. Straight out of the south. Obvious training from the wooden floors of a country church house on a dirt road. Jo Jo bellowed with an expressionless face. K-Ci wallows on the floor without a shirt to show off the abdominal muscles slightly etched in his bird chest. His animation never overshadowed the Bobby Womack and Johnny Taylor soul emanating from his vocal chords. There was only 1 Jodeci. There will never be another.
Close your eyes on this classic...reminisce...Peace
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My Heart Belongs To You
---Jodeci
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qh5h2hYMjbo (music only)
This is DeVante
Whatever you want, whatever you need
You know I got it
And I'ma give it to you
Jodeci
(Whenever you want it, want it)
Anything you want from me {Yeah...yeah...}
(I've got it)
Any time you want it
I'll give it to you
Jo Jo, check this out
2-3-4
You can have my love
You're the girl of my life
Am I all you're dreamin' of
Yes, you're my desire
I wanna give you so much
For the things that you give to me
Just take my love, baby
Because you are so dear to me
CHORUS
Whatever you want (Ba-ba-ba-ba)
Whatever you need (Woo, yeah)
My heart belongs to you
(Whatever you want, baby)
Whatever you need (Woo...)
There's nothing I won't do
(And I say whatever you want, baby)
I say whatever you want
My heart belongs to you
I say whatever you need (Woo....baby)
I'll be right here for you
Once in a lifetime
You will find someone like you
And now that I have you
Here's what I'm gonna do
(I'm gonna give you so much)
I will give you my all and all
Over and over again, lady, lady, lady
Lovin' you too much, baby
Is not, is not, is not a sin
CHORUS
Anything, anything, anything you want {Oh, yeah}
I'll do it for you
In the morning {Mmm, hmm}
Whenever you want it
(Makes no difference)
In the evening
(In the evening)
Whenever you need it {Oh...oh...oh...}
When the night falls {You know I got it}
You know that I've got it {Pick up the phone and dial my number}
So baby, just call me {Call me}
You know that I'll do it {Oh...oh...ho...}
CHORUS
You were in no way ready for war. You didn't have interest in joining the military. You simply saw how fly they looked on BET in the videos and had to have them. And we wore them with shorts, no less. Cross Color shorts. And Karl Kani shorts. Anything to be different, right? I strolled down that street in memory lane today.
The boots also reminded me of 4 brothers who created a new R&B sound in the 90s. 2 pretty boys ad libbing and playing instruments in the background. 2 average looking brothers tearing up the lyrics...singing their hearts out. Straight out of the south. Obvious training from the wooden floors of a country church house on a dirt road. Jo Jo bellowed with an expressionless face. K-Ci wallows on the floor without a shirt to show off the abdominal muscles slightly etched in his bird chest. His animation never overshadowed the Bobby Womack and Johnny Taylor soul emanating from his vocal chords. There was only 1 Jodeci. There will never be another.
Close your eyes on this classic...reminisce...Peace
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
My Heart Belongs To You
---Jodeci
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qh5h2hYMjbo (music only)
This is DeVante
Whatever you want, whatever you need
You know I got it
And I'ma give it to you
Jodeci
(Whenever you want it, want it)
Anything you want from me {Yeah...yeah...}
(I've got it)
Any time you want it
I'll give it to you
Jo Jo, check this out
2-3-4
You can have my love
You're the girl of my life
Am I all you're dreamin' of
Yes, you're my desire
I wanna give you so much
For the things that you give to me
Just take my love, baby
Because you are so dear to me
CHORUS
Whatever you want (Ba-ba-ba-ba)
Whatever you need (Woo, yeah)
My heart belongs to you
(Whatever you want, baby)
Whatever you need (Woo...)
There's nothing I won't do
(And I say whatever you want, baby)
I say whatever you want
My heart belongs to you
I say whatever you need (Woo....baby)
I'll be right here for you
Once in a lifetime
You will find someone like you
And now that I have you
Here's what I'm gonna do
(I'm gonna give you so much)
I will give you my all and all
Over and over again, lady, lady, lady
Lovin' you too much, baby
Is not, is not, is not a sin
CHORUS
Anything, anything, anything you want {Oh, yeah}
I'll do it for you
In the morning {Mmm, hmm}
Whenever you want it
(Makes no difference)
In the evening
(In the evening)
Whenever you need it {Oh...oh...oh...}
When the night falls {You know I got it}
You know that I've got it {Pick up the phone and dial my number}
So baby, just call me {Call me}
You know that I'll do it {Oh...oh...ho...}
CHORUS
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Ace's B Day-Part II
It's Saturday morning. 7: 30 a.m. April 4th.
I suddenly wake to the buzzing of my cell. Who in the world is calling me this early? Oh, it's my boo responding to a random text I sent him early this morning. You know how we do. I respond to him as I lie very still in Ace's guest bedroom. Still in my clothes from the night before. Oh, but please believe I had the locs wrapped up. I don't play about my hair. Not at all. I try to reflect on the night before. Too blurry right now. I can't focus. It's only been 3 or so hours since I fell into a deep slumber. Oh, yes. I remember now. Ace, Fee Fee and I danced til the lights came on at Taboo 2. Ahhh, good times all around.
Let me get myself together. I have a meeting in 2 hours about the play I'm promoting. It's less than 6 days away. *smile* I'm elated about what is to come. Okay, but after the meeting, I have to dash home, dye my locs (this salt has to go), and take a much needed nap. Ace's dinner is at 6 p.m. It's 7:55 a.m. I have 10 hours to make this happen.
Ask me did anything mentioned above actually happen? Nope. I did tie those loose ends...which lasted 3 hours longer than planned. Which subtracted all time needed to cleanse the locs. It's fine. I will slap some mouse on this good "baby hair", tie a scarf around these edges for at least an hour...I will be good to go. No nap either. This won't be the first time I function off 3 hours of sleep. I arrived home in just enough time to make some last minute calls, take a shower, and get cute for the party. It was nice and warm so I put on a long halter dress, stiletto sandals and my signature big hoops. Yep, this is cute. My guy should be proud to have me on his arm tonight.
You know, this is the first time Ace and I will actually co-mingle with our guys and intro them to other friends/acquaintances. This should be very eventful.
I finally got it together as my guy arrived. Let's call him ATL. At this point, he knows the drill. I might not have it all the way together, but he knows to come on in and chill out until I add the finishing touches. He is good like that...and I appreciate it.
We pulled up to STATS an hour and half late...and Ace was in rare form as she should be! It's my girls time to get down on it. She works so hard and deserves all the fun and good time and blessings the world has to offer her. Okay, let me stop before I get mushy. Any who, we walked into the back room, and greeting everyone at the table. Ace introduced ATL to everyone as I waked around and hugged all my good people. I ensured ATL was good before I joined in on the fun with the girls taking pics, sharing laughs, and taking collective trips to the ladies room. You know that's how the girls do. All the signals and subliminal messages we sent telepathically around the guys were verbally announced during the meeting in the ladies room. Okay, wait. That was my jam. "Meeting in the Ladies Room" by Klymaxx. In fact its the ringer that plays when my girlfriends and my sisters are calling.
ATL mingles well with the other fellas as they bond over the basketball games. I think sports for men is like shopping for women. If we can't talk about anything else, we love to chat about clothes and enjoy shopping trips. ATL and Ace's boo clicked well, which we were counting on. And he knew a few of my other homeboys in attendance. This is like a family reunion. Beautiful.
Ace makes an announcement when she feels its the appropriate time for the party to serenade her with the birthday song. Yes, you heard me right. Sis was running thangs, honey. The cake was cut, everyone was full, and we were ready to move on to the next spot to shake a tail feather. Everyone posses up, hops in available cars, and head to Utopia. This is my first time lounging there after Happy Hour. The DJ was not on point, which brought Ace down a bit. One of our homeboys tried to rectify that, but was unsuccessful. We made the best out of it, though. We took more pics, 2 stepped a little, the girls even traveled to the dance floor in attempt to replay Friday's nights fun. This DJ didn't compare. But, you could tell the brother thought he was rocking. He played songs you could not dance too at all. Joints that barely made the top 100 on the charts. Can you get to the top 20, please? Get it together! We have a birthday girl in the house!
But, I will say it was good to have ATL with me. This was the first celebratory function we attended together...and it was nice. Cooler than a polar bears toenails. He is such a grown man. Straight from the SWATS. Not one time was I worried about him or wondering if he was good. Of course I checked on him a few times. He was all about me having a blast with my girls. See? That is what I am talking about. I see you, ATL...I see you.
One birthday bash down for Ace...90 more to go. I can see it now. 80 year birthday party. Somewhere in the tropics. Fashioned in gold sweatsuits. Sporting gold hats with jewels and cute white t-shirts with the words "80 & Fly" designed with rhinestones. Yep, that's me and Ace. With our fanny packs...don't forget about the fanny packs. lol!
Peace
I suddenly wake to the buzzing of my cell. Who in the world is calling me this early? Oh, it's my boo responding to a random text I sent him early this morning. You know how we do. I respond to him as I lie very still in Ace's guest bedroom. Still in my clothes from the night before. Oh, but please believe I had the locs wrapped up. I don't play about my hair. Not at all. I try to reflect on the night before. Too blurry right now. I can't focus. It's only been 3 or so hours since I fell into a deep slumber. Oh, yes. I remember now. Ace, Fee Fee and I danced til the lights came on at Taboo 2. Ahhh, good times all around.
Let me get myself together. I have a meeting in 2 hours about the play I'm promoting. It's less than 6 days away. *smile* I'm elated about what is to come. Okay, but after the meeting, I have to dash home, dye my locs (this salt has to go), and take a much needed nap. Ace's dinner is at 6 p.m. It's 7:55 a.m. I have 10 hours to make this happen.
Ask me did anything mentioned above actually happen? Nope. I did tie those loose ends...which lasted 3 hours longer than planned. Which subtracted all time needed to cleanse the locs. It's fine. I will slap some mouse on this good "baby hair", tie a scarf around these edges for at least an hour...I will be good to go. No nap either. This won't be the first time I function off 3 hours of sleep. I arrived home in just enough time to make some last minute calls, take a shower, and get cute for the party. It was nice and warm so I put on a long halter dress, stiletto sandals and my signature big hoops. Yep, this is cute. My guy should be proud to have me on his arm tonight.
You know, this is the first time Ace and I will actually co-mingle with our guys and intro them to other friends/acquaintances. This should be very eventful.
I finally got it together as my guy arrived. Let's call him ATL. At this point, he knows the drill. I might not have it all the way together, but he knows to come on in and chill out until I add the finishing touches. He is good like that...and I appreciate it.
We pulled up to STATS an hour and half late...and Ace was in rare form as she should be! It's my girls time to get down on it. She works so hard and deserves all the fun and good time and blessings the world has to offer her. Okay, let me stop before I get mushy. Any who, we walked into the back room, and greeting everyone at the table. Ace introduced ATL to everyone as I waked around and hugged all my good people. I ensured ATL was good before I joined in on the fun with the girls taking pics, sharing laughs, and taking collective trips to the ladies room. You know that's how the girls do. All the signals and subliminal messages we sent telepathically around the guys were verbally announced during the meeting in the ladies room. Okay, wait. That was my jam. "Meeting in the Ladies Room" by Klymaxx. In fact its the ringer that plays when my girlfriends and my sisters are calling.
ATL mingles well with the other fellas as they bond over the basketball games. I think sports for men is like shopping for women. If we can't talk about anything else, we love to chat about clothes and enjoy shopping trips. ATL and Ace's boo clicked well, which we were counting on. And he knew a few of my other homeboys in attendance. This is like a family reunion. Beautiful.
Ace makes an announcement when she feels its the appropriate time for the party to serenade her with the birthday song. Yes, you heard me right. Sis was running thangs, honey. The cake was cut, everyone was full, and we were ready to move on to the next spot to shake a tail feather. Everyone posses up, hops in available cars, and head to Utopia. This is my first time lounging there after Happy Hour. The DJ was not on point, which brought Ace down a bit. One of our homeboys tried to rectify that, but was unsuccessful. We made the best out of it, though. We took more pics, 2 stepped a little, the girls even traveled to the dance floor in attempt to replay Friday's nights fun. This DJ didn't compare. But, you could tell the brother thought he was rocking. He played songs you could not dance too at all. Joints that barely made the top 100 on the charts. Can you get to the top 20, please? Get it together! We have a birthday girl in the house!
But, I will say it was good to have ATL with me. This was the first celebratory function we attended together...and it was nice. Cooler than a polar bears toenails. He is such a grown man. Straight from the SWATS. Not one time was I worried about him or wondering if he was good. Of course I checked on him a few times. He was all about me having a blast with my girls. See? That is what I am talking about. I see you, ATL...I see you.
One birthday bash down for Ace...90 more to go. I can see it now. 80 year birthday party. Somewhere in the tropics. Fashioned in gold sweatsuits. Sporting gold hats with jewels and cute white t-shirts with the words "80 & Fly" designed with rhinestones. Yep, that's me and Ace. With our fanny packs...don't forget about the fanny packs. lol!
Peace
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Ace's B Day-Part I
This weekend was another to write in the Buttafly Memoirs. If I ramble, forgive me. I am a bit delirious from the lack of sleep from the weekend. Yet, I felt the need to share before heading to dreamland.
Ace brought in another birthday in a banging way. It was pretty historical, if you will. Friday night was all about the ladies. We planned to dance like...well like we did Valentine's weekend. Therefore, we dressed in the fitted jeans, stilettos, and jazzy tops. I picked up Ace and Fee Fee as we headed just outside the A to bring in the weekend the only way we know how to...right.
We started out at the Velvet Room. It would have been a 1st for me at this spot since it is 800 miles away from my crib. But, Dougie Fresh, Biz Markie and Big Daddy Kane were scheduled to appear. Okay, for those who don't know me very well, Dougie fresh is my old school hip hop hubby. I don't know what it is about him. But, when he does his thing on stage...watch him. He tends to hit a little 2 step, and then he rubs his head while he rocks the mic. Wow, Dougie...don't do it to me like that.
Any who, so we arrive around 11:30 to find a long line wrapped in 3 layers of folks. Once we found our place in line and stood in the same spot for 15 minutes, I started talked to people next to me. A few ladies admitted they arrived to the line at 10:30. Ma'am? Are you kidding me? You have been in this same line, outside in this breezy weather for 1 hour? Oh, heck no. Time to go. We chalked up that $20 paid for parking and headed to Roswell Road to old faithful...Taboo 2 Bistro.
There is a story behind Taboo 2 that I must mention to you at a later date. It involves the singer, Tank, and the marriage proposal of 2 security guards. Yes, Ace and I had this adventure a few years ago. I still have pictures tucked away somewhere. Wow..the things you do in your early to mid-20s.
Back to my Taboo 2. We arrive and the line is fair. We stand there for about 20 minutes before coming inside to a heatwave at the door. It was jammed packed, but the music was on point. We headed to the bar to get the birthday girl a sip of her fav...anything with Vodka. I was the designated...so I consumed responsibly. After walking around to scope the scene, we rested at a bar table near the dance floor. We didn't rest our feet, because we never sat down! The DJ was on point. I can only tell you I heard Keyshia Cole and Beyonce girl anthems, to which all the girls sang the words with pride. You know how we do. There were old Biggie and Jay Z tunes bellowing from the 808s. Then what comes on? The Stanky Leg. I have to admit to you, there is something about this song I like. It has no logical rhyme or reason. It is just a feel right, good ole ghetto track, with meaningless lyrics...but the beat is hittin. It was time to let loose on the dance floor.
The girls and I head to the designated dance floor, surrounded by couples, singles, and the old men looking for young women to be a trophy. Taboo 2 attracts the young, the mature, and the old men you see riding around town in the shiny red Corvettes.
Side Note: why do old men always buy the tiniest sports car that takes them 30 minutes to climb in and out of? Things that make you go hmmm....
Ace is doing her thing as she is a lover of some good music. And she has been known to cut a rug a time or 2 in our day. And it's he birthday, so she is really cutting up. Really, you have to see her on the floor...she takes no prisoners. I should flash warning signs to the fellas who approach her. She takes no mercy and leaves them all speechless. It's hilarious to watch if nothing else.
Just as I feel pity for this poor man trying to keep up with Ace, an AARP club member approaches me to dance. Sure, sir. As long as you give me my personal space and don't touch me...we can get our groove on. He is actually cool because he is not all touchy, feely like some can be. He clearly just wants to dance. Okay, cool. But tell me why Soulja Boy Tell Em (and why is his name a compound of 4) comes on, and AARP knows all the lyrics. Sir, you have to be 55. Yes, I see you with the diamond stud. I even see you with what seems to be a Rockawear polo. But, sir, you should not know this song. Even if you recognize the tune, you should not be flowing with the track like you wrote it! He knew every bit of "Turn my Swag on." That was hilarious because he was a straight D-Boy with it. Looking like Tip 30 years from now. I admit he had some swag in him. Somebody's grandaddy is in here doing his thing. Wow...
My girl Fee Fee met a brother who jonesed her from the time he made contact. He was not trying to let any other man meet her that night. Ace knew him from her hometown, so he got the green light. After the last song played, we chilled in the parking lot with Fee Fee and her new boo. They exchanged the digits and planned to meet up the next day. We finally got back to Ace's early the next morning, recapped the fab night had, and fell sound asleep as the sun prepared to rise.
Saturday would be a little different. It was the co-ed party had downtown. This would be the first time the guys would meet each other. This would also be the first time Ace and I partied together with our guys since the days of AAMU. This should be interesting...
It is so past my bedtime. Stay tuned for Part II...
Ace brought in another birthday in a banging way. It was pretty historical, if you will. Friday night was all about the ladies. We planned to dance like...well like we did Valentine's weekend. Therefore, we dressed in the fitted jeans, stilettos, and jazzy tops. I picked up Ace and Fee Fee as we headed just outside the A to bring in the weekend the only way we know how to...right.
We started out at the Velvet Room. It would have been a 1st for me at this spot since it is 800 miles away from my crib. But, Dougie Fresh, Biz Markie and Big Daddy Kane were scheduled to appear. Okay, for those who don't know me very well, Dougie fresh is my old school hip hop hubby. I don't know what it is about him. But, when he does his thing on stage...watch him. He tends to hit a little 2 step, and then he rubs his head while he rocks the mic. Wow, Dougie...don't do it to me like that.
Any who, so we arrive around 11:30 to find a long line wrapped in 3 layers of folks. Once we found our place in line and stood in the same spot for 15 minutes, I started talked to people next to me. A few ladies admitted they arrived to the line at 10:30. Ma'am? Are you kidding me? You have been in this same line, outside in this breezy weather for 1 hour? Oh, heck no. Time to go. We chalked up that $20 paid for parking and headed to Roswell Road to old faithful...Taboo 2 Bistro.
There is a story behind Taboo 2 that I must mention to you at a later date. It involves the singer, Tank, and the marriage proposal of 2 security guards. Yes, Ace and I had this adventure a few years ago. I still have pictures tucked away somewhere. Wow..the things you do in your early to mid-20s.
Back to my Taboo 2. We arrive and the line is fair. We stand there for about 20 minutes before coming inside to a heatwave at the door. It was jammed packed, but the music was on point. We headed to the bar to get the birthday girl a sip of her fav...anything with Vodka. I was the designated...so I consumed responsibly. After walking around to scope the scene, we rested at a bar table near the dance floor. We didn't rest our feet, because we never sat down! The DJ was on point. I can only tell you I heard Keyshia Cole and Beyonce girl anthems, to which all the girls sang the words with pride. You know how we do. There were old Biggie and Jay Z tunes bellowing from the 808s. Then what comes on? The Stanky Leg. I have to admit to you, there is something about this song I like. It has no logical rhyme or reason. It is just a feel right, good ole ghetto track, with meaningless lyrics...but the beat is hittin. It was time to let loose on the dance floor.
The girls and I head to the designated dance floor, surrounded by couples, singles, and the old men looking for young women to be a trophy. Taboo 2 attracts the young, the mature, and the old men you see riding around town in the shiny red Corvettes.
Side Note: why do old men always buy the tiniest sports car that takes them 30 minutes to climb in and out of? Things that make you go hmmm....
Ace is doing her thing as she is a lover of some good music. And she has been known to cut a rug a time or 2 in our day. And it's he birthday, so she is really cutting up. Really, you have to see her on the floor...she takes no prisoners. I should flash warning signs to the fellas who approach her. She takes no mercy and leaves them all speechless. It's hilarious to watch if nothing else.
Just as I feel pity for this poor man trying to keep up with Ace, an AARP club member approaches me to dance. Sure, sir. As long as you give me my personal space and don't touch me...we can get our groove on. He is actually cool because he is not all touchy, feely like some can be. He clearly just wants to dance. Okay, cool. But tell me why Soulja Boy Tell Em (and why is his name a compound of 4) comes on, and AARP knows all the lyrics. Sir, you have to be 55. Yes, I see you with the diamond stud. I even see you with what seems to be a Rockawear polo. But, sir, you should not know this song. Even if you recognize the tune, you should not be flowing with the track like you wrote it! He knew every bit of "Turn my Swag on." That was hilarious because he was a straight D-Boy with it. Looking like Tip 30 years from now. I admit he had some swag in him. Somebody's grandaddy is in here doing his thing. Wow...
My girl Fee Fee met a brother who jonesed her from the time he made contact. He was not trying to let any other man meet her that night. Ace knew him from her hometown, so he got the green light. After the last song played, we chilled in the parking lot with Fee Fee and her new boo. They exchanged the digits and planned to meet up the next day. We finally got back to Ace's early the next morning, recapped the fab night had, and fell sound asleep as the sun prepared to rise.
Saturday would be a little different. It was the co-ed party had downtown. This would be the first time the guys would meet each other. This would also be the first time Ace and I partied together with our guys since the days of AAMU. This should be interesting...
It is so past my bedtime. Stay tuned for Part II...
Neglect
Forgive Buttafly...I have to do better...and I will do better.
I apologize to you. I feel like a mother with 2 full time jobs. It is not my intention to neglect the child at all...but with 24 hours in 1 day, it is difficult to juggle all 3. In essence, my life has become so full that I barely have time for myself right now. However, there is no excuse. No matter what is going on with me, I should never abandon my passion to write. Especially to you...even if its only temporary. And I have so much to say to you!
Stay tuned...
I apologize to you. I feel like a mother with 2 full time jobs. It is not my intention to neglect the child at all...but with 24 hours in 1 day, it is difficult to juggle all 3. In essence, my life has become so full that I barely have time for myself right now. However, there is no excuse. No matter what is going on with me, I should never abandon my passion to write. Especially to you...even if its only temporary. And I have so much to say to you!
Stay tuned...
Monday, April 6, 2009
Throwback Tuesday-After 7
The fellas of After 7 told stories of romantic and charismatic love. Sure pulling the moon from the sky is embellished and stretches the imagination. But, isn't that the Lawry's seasoning that gives the relationship lasting flavor? Infinite promise? I just appreciate the brother for reaching towards the sky to put a smile in his lady's heart.
During the time this tune hit the airwaves, I could only imagine how I would feel when these lyrics applied to my life. Now, its becoming relative to me...right now...and its even better than I imagined all those years ago.
Happy Tuesday, my people...
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Ready or Not
--by After 7
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7B8GQpqZs4&feature=PlayList&p=F57BE42324D85F3F&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=2
I'll give the sun
The rain
The moon
The stars and the mountains
I'll give you the world
And all that you wish for
And even more
Girl i love you more than you could know
And that's for sure
I'd climb the highest hill
Cross the widest sea
Nothin could discourage me
And i pray that you will be
Always there for me
Forever more
CHORUS
Ready or not
I'll give you everything
And more
All that i've got--it's yours
I'll give you everything
All that you're looking for
I'll give you my heart
My soul
My time
My love is a fountain
I will be your earth
And all that you need for
And even more
Cause girl i love you more than words can show
My love is pure
I'll walk a thousand miles
Sail a thousand seas
Nothin will discourage me
And i pray that you will be
Always there for me
Forever more
CHORUS
During the time this tune hit the airwaves, I could only imagine how I would feel when these lyrics applied to my life. Now, its becoming relative to me...right now...and its even better than I imagined all those years ago.
Happy Tuesday, my people...
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Ready or Not
--by After 7
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7B8GQpqZs4&feature=PlayList&p=F57BE42324D85F3F&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=2
I'll give the sun
The rain
The moon
The stars and the mountains
I'll give you the world
And all that you wish for
And even more
Girl i love you more than you could know
And that's for sure
I'd climb the highest hill
Cross the widest sea
Nothin could discourage me
And i pray that you will be
Always there for me
Forever more
CHORUS
Ready or not
I'll give you everything
And more
All that i've got--it's yours
I'll give you everything
All that you're looking for
I'll give you my heart
My soul
My time
My love is a fountain
I will be your earth
And all that you need for
And even more
Cause girl i love you more than words can show
My love is pure
I'll walk a thousand miles
Sail a thousand seas
Nothin will discourage me
And i pray that you will be
Always there for me
Forever more
CHORUS
Monday, March 23, 2009
Throwback Tuesday-Lil Mo
This Throwback reflects the space the crew and I are resting in. The ladies and I are either living this song or welcome the opportunity when it is presented. It always amazes me each detour destiny leads me on...especially when I thought I would be a "Playette" for several years to come. Ahhh, ignorance was once blissful living in my 20s.
Any who, enjoy the lyrics and the video link.
Peace.
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4Ever
---by Lil Mo feat Fabolous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EF-T00UvKQ4&feature=related
[Lil' Mo]
Baby, I'm at the point in my life when I'm tired of playing games.
I'm ready to settle down
I'm ready to buy a house
And I'm ready to change my last name
I'm ready to have some kids
Ready for the life to live
And all love has to give
I been your superwoman for so long
Ready to be your wife
[Fabolous]
Little M-O...
[Lil Mo]
Now that love's taken over
I'm 100% sure that it's here to stay
I ain't got no issues standing in my way
I ain't goin nowhere
You ain't goin nowhere so...
Let's make it official
We ain't gettin no younger baby
And I'm ready to be with you
Together for always
To have and to hold through sickness and through health
Marriage will be crazy baby
Can you live with it,
lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die
til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
Are you ready to be happy babe
For the rest of your life
Cause I wanna be your future, yeah
And let's start a family
Cause I ain't goin nowhere
And you ain't goin nowhere
so let's make it official...
Let's make it official
We ain't gettin no younger baby
And I'm ready to be with you
Together for always
To have and to hold through sickness and through health
Marriage will be crazy baby
Can you live with it,
lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die
til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
I'm ready to walk down that aisle in all white
And dedicate my life to you (yeah, yeah)
And live together happily ever after all
[Fabolous]
All I been thinkin bout is us
Slidin from weddings with bands on
Headin to San Juan, gettin our tan on
Girl, you must be forgettin your man's long
Most tuxes I have trouble gettin the pants on
And I know things run through your head when your man's gone
I come home have you sayin (Oh Boy) better than Cam'ron
We upsettin they plans on
Gettin they chance on
Gettin they hands on F-A-B-O
[Lil' Mo]
Can you live with it,
lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
Can you live with it,
lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die
til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
Make it last forever
And ever and ever
Can you live with it, lovin me for life...
Any who, enjoy the lyrics and the video link.
Peace.
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4Ever
---by Lil Mo feat Fabolous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EF-T00UvKQ4&feature=related
[Lil' Mo]
Baby, I'm at the point in my life when I'm tired of playing games.
I'm ready to settle down
I'm ready to buy a house
And I'm ready to change my last name
I'm ready to have some kids
Ready for the life to live
And all love has to give
I been your superwoman for so long
Ready to be your wife
[Fabolous]
Little M-O...
[Lil Mo]
Now that love's taken over
I'm 100% sure that it's here to stay
I ain't got no issues standing in my way
I ain't goin nowhere
You ain't goin nowhere so...
Let's make it official
We ain't gettin no younger baby
And I'm ready to be with you
Together for always
To have and to hold through sickness and through health
Marriage will be crazy baby
Can you live with it,
lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die
til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
Are you ready to be happy babe
For the rest of your life
Cause I wanna be your future, yeah
And let's start a family
Cause I ain't goin nowhere
And you ain't goin nowhere
so let's make it official...
Let's make it official
We ain't gettin no younger baby
And I'm ready to be with you
Together for always
To have and to hold through sickness and through health
Marriage will be crazy baby
Can you live with it,
lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die
til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
I'm ready to walk down that aisle in all white
And dedicate my life to you (yeah, yeah)
And live together happily ever after all
[Fabolous]
All I been thinkin bout is us
Slidin from weddings with bands on
Headin to San Juan, gettin our tan on
Girl, you must be forgettin your man's long
Most tuxes I have trouble gettin the pants on
And I know things run through your head when your man's gone
I come home have you sayin (Oh Boy) better than Cam'ron
We upsettin they plans on
Gettin they chance on
Gettin they hands on F-A-B-O
[Lil' Mo]
Can you live with it,
lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
Can you live with it,
lovin me for life
To have and hold forever
Baby ride or die
til death do us part
Let's make it last forever
Make it last forever
And ever and ever
Can you live with it, lovin me for life...
Boo'd Up
Time is on my side...oh, yes it is. The Rolling Stones said it best, and I must piggy back off the emotions felt on that one.
If I allow my mind to travel back in time 5-10 years ago, my crew and I all engaged in the sport of flirting. Some of us had steadies with some light flirtation on the side. And others of us chose to refrain from any commitments...we flew freely amidst the universe. No strings. No check-ins. No need to see each other on a regular basis. No questions needed to be asked. We were "Playettes" if you will.
We weren't "fast" as my momma would say. Contrary to what people thought, very few brothers were privileged to share any form of intimacy with us girls. We flirted, graced the men with our presence, dressed impeccably, and kept it interesting. Creating and maintaining a team of men was a favorite past time. Having several male friends, we heard their stories and vowed never to be "that chick" to be caught up. We thought like men and enjoyed every minute of playing the field.
Fast forward to 2008. The year of Change. We finally elect a Black President to run this Nation and influence the myriad of people across the globe. And honey, the crew is also all boo'd up. Can you believe it? Personally, I cannot. I realize it is a natural progression in life for most women. But, we never planned to be like most. We never were ordinary. We were the black cast of our own Sex in the City for goodness sake!
Currently, a few of us girls are married while the rest are in committed relationships or headed in that direction. What is the world coming to??? 2 of us (one of those being me) used to run from serious relationships and thought the single life would run its course til we were 70. I would then search for a widower to help me zip the backs of my dresses. lol! Okay, maybe I didn't expect to be a Playette at that age. But, I surely didn't see all this coming for any of us so soon. Sure, we have all been in relationships that were pretty good in the past. But, nothing that caused me to think about my future. Well, except for the infamous X. Maybe he set the pace. Prepped me for where I am now. Hmmm, thank you X.
And let me say I am not that independent chick earning $150k, my dream loft in the city, the black drop top 6 series BMW, and a puppy named Pepper. I don't want to be Oprah living with some man in an unhappy house. I don't want to be the exec who is overly stressed and consumed with regular anxiety attacks. Bottom line, I refuse to be Sanaa Lathan's character from Something New....until ole blue eyes came in the picture and turned her world upside down for the better.
While I used to jam to Beyonce singing "Me, Myself, & I" a few years ago, things have changed for me. At one point the lyrics were therapeutic as it spoke to pain and frustration of the past. Today, I am well acquainted with myself. I think myself and I are truly best friends and know each other very well. I've enjoyed this part of life thoroughly. Wouldn't trade it. Thanks, Beyonce. However, just as you have, it's time for me and the crew to move on, girl.
Ciao.
If I allow my mind to travel back in time 5-10 years ago, my crew and I all engaged in the sport of flirting. Some of us had steadies with some light flirtation on the side. And others of us chose to refrain from any commitments...we flew freely amidst the universe. No strings. No check-ins. No need to see each other on a regular basis. No questions needed to be asked. We were "Playettes" if you will.
We weren't "fast" as my momma would say. Contrary to what people thought, very few brothers were privileged to share any form of intimacy with us girls. We flirted, graced the men with our presence, dressed impeccably, and kept it interesting. Creating and maintaining a team of men was a favorite past time. Having several male friends, we heard their stories and vowed never to be "that chick" to be caught up. We thought like men and enjoyed every minute of playing the field.
Fast forward to 2008. The year of Change. We finally elect a Black President to run this Nation and influence the myriad of people across the globe. And honey, the crew is also all boo'd up. Can you believe it? Personally, I cannot. I realize it is a natural progression in life for most women. But, we never planned to be like most. We never were ordinary. We were the black cast of our own Sex in the City for goodness sake!
Currently, a few of us girls are married while the rest are in committed relationships or headed in that direction. What is the world coming to??? 2 of us (one of those being me) used to run from serious relationships and thought the single life would run its course til we were 70. I would then search for a widower to help me zip the backs of my dresses. lol! Okay, maybe I didn't expect to be a Playette at that age. But, I surely didn't see all this coming for any of us so soon. Sure, we have all been in relationships that were pretty good in the past. But, nothing that caused me to think about my future. Well, except for the infamous X. Maybe he set the pace. Prepped me for where I am now. Hmmm, thank you X.
And let me say I am not that independent chick earning $150k, my dream loft in the city, the black drop top 6 series BMW, and a puppy named Pepper. I don't want to be Oprah living with some man in an unhappy house. I don't want to be the exec who is overly stressed and consumed with regular anxiety attacks. Bottom line, I refuse to be Sanaa Lathan's character from Something New....until ole blue eyes came in the picture and turned her world upside down for the better.
While I used to jam to Beyonce singing "Me, Myself, & I" a few years ago, things have changed for me. At one point the lyrics were therapeutic as it spoke to pain and frustration of the past. Today, I am well acquainted with myself. I think myself and I are truly best friends and know each other very well. I've enjoyed this part of life thoroughly. Wouldn't trade it. Thanks, Beyonce. However, just as you have, it's time for me and the crew to move on, girl.
Ciao.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
The Upper Room
make alone time...no distractions...turn off the phone...turn off the TV...turn off the radio...turn off the email...meditate and invite God in...He will give you serenity and free you from bondage...
I Lift My Hands
"Jesus the Lamb, the great I Am.
Wonderful and matchless King.
The Word on Whom I stand.
Giver of Life to every man.
I lift my hands and worship in Your presence.
I lift my ands and worship in Your presence. "
--The Arkansas Gospel Mass Choir
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDSBGM0Ldzk&feature=related
Say Yes
"Will your heart and soul say yes
Will your Spirit still say yes
There is more that I require of thee
Will your heart and soul say yes
Now will your heart and soul say yes
Will your Spirit still say yes
If I told you what I really need
Will your heart and soul say yes
CHOIR
(Lead's adlib)
Open up your heart and tell the Lord Yes
Say yes, yeah yeah
Say I'll obey Jesus,
I won't stray Jesus
But this time I've made up in my mind,
I've made up in my mind
I'll say, say say yes
My soul says yes,
my mind says yes,
my heart says yes, yes,
yes I will Jesus,
Yes, Yes
I'll do what you want me to do
I'll say what you want me to say
I'll go, if you lead me, if you lead me, if you lead me, if you lead me, if you lead me I'll go
yes
Lift your hands and tell the Lord yes
Come on open up your heart and say
yes, yes, yes
ALL God wants is yes, all God wants, all God wants, all God wants is yes
I won't be afraid
I'll step out on your word
I'll declare your glory
Yes I will, Yes I will
I wanna do your will Jesus, I wanna do your will, I wanna do your will
My soul says yes, yes, yes,yes (repeat)
Yes (repeat)
There is more that I require of thee (repeat)
My soul says Yes
---Shekinah Glory
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIJbdBh2dmM
I Lift My Hands
"Jesus the Lamb, the great I Am.
Wonderful and matchless King.
The Word on Whom I stand.
Giver of Life to every man.
I lift my hands and worship in Your presence.
I lift my ands and worship in Your presence. "
--The Arkansas Gospel Mass Choir
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BDSBGM0Ldzk&feature=related
Say Yes
"Will your heart and soul say yes
Will your Spirit still say yes
There is more that I require of thee
Will your heart and soul say yes
Now will your heart and soul say yes
Will your Spirit still say yes
If I told you what I really need
Will your heart and soul say yes
CHOIR
(Lead's adlib)
Open up your heart and tell the Lord Yes
Say yes, yeah yeah
Say I'll obey Jesus,
I won't stray Jesus
But this time I've made up in my mind,
I've made up in my mind
I'll say, say say yes
My soul says yes,
my mind says yes,
my heart says yes, yes,
yes I will Jesus,
Yes, Yes
I'll do what you want me to do
I'll say what you want me to say
I'll go, if you lead me, if you lead me, if you lead me, if you lead me, if you lead me I'll go
yes
Lift your hands and tell the Lord yes
Come on open up your heart and say
yes, yes, yes
ALL God wants is yes, all God wants, all God wants, all God wants is yes
I won't be afraid
I'll step out on your word
I'll declare your glory
Yes I will, Yes I will
I wanna do your will Jesus, I wanna do your will, I wanna do your will
My soul says yes, yes, yes,yes (repeat)
Yes (repeat)
There is more that I require of thee (repeat)
My soul says Yes
---Shekinah Glory
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIJbdBh2dmM
Welcome, Holy Spirit
To all my beautiful people out there, I send my agape love to you.
Tonight, I had an unexpected, yet beautiful and peaceful visit from The Holy Spirit.
I completed a very productive conference call tonight around 8:15 with the fellow Kingdom servants working on the production I mentioned to you (Changing a Generation Full Gospel Baptist Church). After the call, I tuned my Internet radio to my beloved young brother, CoCo Brother. I connected to him some years ago on the Hip Hop station in the A as he proclaimed his love for God...unashamed. CoCo's show is called the Spirit of Hip Hop and reaches out to the young and the old. Check him out whenever you can weekdays from 7-10 p.m. E.T.
http://praise1025.com/home.asp
I haven't listened to him since Sunday, but God lead me to it tonight. As I typed up the recap of the meeting, I listened as a young girl called in seeking CoCo's prayers for her sister who is incarcerated. The teen began to gasp for breath as the strong holds placed restlessness and pain in her spirit. CoCo's wife, Joann, recognized this instantly and began to pray. Sensitive to the youth, I cried out to God on her behalf. As Joann prayed, the Holy Spirit surrounded me in my living room. Before, I knew it, my arms were raised to the sky and I repeated "Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus." His name was the only word my mouth would utter. Tears streamed down my face as I felt the Holy Spirit rest in my belly.
As I worshipped on behalf of the young caller, others began to call in the show and ask for prayer. Joann sang praises to God and CoCo started to pray. The Holy Spirit stayed with me and instructed me to move. I placed the notebook from my lap to the couch. I removed myself from the cushions, and laid prostrate before God. As I lie on the carpeted floor, peace came all over my body. I couldn't speak a word. I was still and listened to the prayer of a Pastor that resounded from the speakers. I thanked God silently for this experience. For walking through my place and allowing me to praise Him all by myself with no distractions.
As I continued to worship, God lead me to send a text message to a very dear person in my life. At this time, we are not engaging in conversation as we are obedient to God's plan. But, I texted the exact words God deposited in me to give to him. Only he and God know what that message meant to him in this time. I have learned when God says move, be obedient and do so. Even if it is uncomfortable or seems strange at the time. Because he is a true believer, he gets it. Side note: it's important to live, play, worship and praise with fellow believers.
After all was said and done, God allowed me to complete my recap. I checked my email, and what do I receive? A word of encouragement from a God sent worshipper. I know his words were from God's heart to my eyes to read.
Thank you God. I love You. I praise You. I worship You. I live for You. As a work in progress, please direct my path and guide me when I am clueless. Forgive me for not being everything you want me to be, but thank you for being more than I used to be.
In Jesus Name...
Tonight, I had an unexpected, yet beautiful and peaceful visit from The Holy Spirit.
I completed a very productive conference call tonight around 8:15 with the fellow Kingdom servants working on the production I mentioned to you (Changing a Generation Full Gospel Baptist Church). After the call, I tuned my Internet radio to my beloved young brother, CoCo Brother. I connected to him some years ago on the Hip Hop station in the A as he proclaimed his love for God...unashamed. CoCo's show is called the Spirit of Hip Hop and reaches out to the young and the old. Check him out whenever you can weekdays from 7-10 p.m. E.T.
http://praise1025.com/home.asp
I haven't listened to him since Sunday, but God lead me to it tonight. As I typed up the recap of the meeting, I listened as a young girl called in seeking CoCo's prayers for her sister who is incarcerated. The teen began to gasp for breath as the strong holds placed restlessness and pain in her spirit. CoCo's wife, Joann, recognized this instantly and began to pray. Sensitive to the youth, I cried out to God on her behalf. As Joann prayed, the Holy Spirit surrounded me in my living room. Before, I knew it, my arms were raised to the sky and I repeated "Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus." His name was the only word my mouth would utter. Tears streamed down my face as I felt the Holy Spirit rest in my belly.
As I worshipped on behalf of the young caller, others began to call in the show and ask for prayer. Joann sang praises to God and CoCo started to pray. The Holy Spirit stayed with me and instructed me to move. I placed the notebook from my lap to the couch. I removed myself from the cushions, and laid prostrate before God. As I lie on the carpeted floor, peace came all over my body. I couldn't speak a word. I was still and listened to the prayer of a Pastor that resounded from the speakers. I thanked God silently for this experience. For walking through my place and allowing me to praise Him all by myself with no distractions.
As I continued to worship, God lead me to send a text message to a very dear person in my life. At this time, we are not engaging in conversation as we are obedient to God's plan. But, I texted the exact words God deposited in me to give to him. Only he and God know what that message meant to him in this time. I have learned when God says move, be obedient and do so. Even if it is uncomfortable or seems strange at the time. Because he is a true believer, he gets it. Side note: it's important to live, play, worship and praise with fellow believers.
After all was said and done, God allowed me to complete my recap. I checked my email, and what do I receive? A word of encouragement from a God sent worshipper. I know his words were from God's heart to my eyes to read.
Thank you God. I love You. I praise You. I worship You. I live for You. As a work in progress, please direct my path and guide me when I am clueless. Forgive me for not being everything you want me to be, but thank you for being more than I used to be.
In Jesus Name...
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Throwback Tuesday-Teddy P
Teddy P has been on rotation in my CD player at work all day. Yes, I said CD player. I actually own an iPod. But, it's something taking my time to flip through the collections at the record stores. I prefer that over downloading. Again, another old school trait trapped in this 20 something year old body.
Check out the real deal, player music from the 70's. Love this song. Take note my brothers...
You're My Latest My Greatest Inspiration
--Teddy Pendegrass
I've been so many places,
I've seen so many things
But none quite so lovely as you
More beautiful than the Mona Lisa
Worth more than gold
And my eyes have the pleasure to behold
Chorus
You're my latest and my greatest
My latest, my greatest inspiration
Things never looked clearer,
peace within never felt nearer
My burden's gone, it's turned to a song
Tender as a baby's touch,
I needed you, oh, so much
At last the load is so light
Chorus
I plan to give you all that I have
I'll be everything, everything you think I am
You make life a joy to live
And I'm thankful, yes, I'm blessed just to know you
I've been so many places,
I've seen so many things
But none quite so delectable as you
More beautiful than the Mona Lisa
Worth more than gold
And my eyes have the pleasure just to behold
Chorus
You inspire me, inspire me
Don't you know, my latest, my greatest inspiration
You keep just keep on liftin' me up now
(Higher)
Mmm
(Higher)
You inspire me, I want you to keep liftin' me up
(Higher)(Higher)
I want you to keep on liftin' me up
(Higher)
Alright
(Higher)
Alright
See, you got me, you got me doin' things
(Higher)
I've never done before
(Higher)
See, you inspire me, you inspire me
Don't you know I love you, girl
(Higher)
Hey, hey, hey
(Higher)
Mmm, mmm, hmm
You, you, you, you keep on liftin' me
(Higher)
Higher
(Higher)
Higher
Higher, higher, you, you, you keep on liftin' me
(Higher)
Higher
(Higher)
Higher
Oh, oh
(Higher)
You keep on liftin' me
(Higher)
You keep on liftin' me
You know what you do to me
Come on keep on liftin' me
(Higher)
High
(Higher)
Higher
He was either waist deep in love or had the tightest game of all time. Either way, I appreciate the lyrics. Thanks Teddy...
Check out the real deal, player music from the 70's. Love this song. Take note my brothers...
You're My Latest My Greatest Inspiration
--Teddy Pendegrass
I've been so many places,
I've seen so many things
But none quite so lovely as you
More beautiful than the Mona Lisa
Worth more than gold
And my eyes have the pleasure to behold
Chorus
You're my latest and my greatest
My latest, my greatest inspiration
Things never looked clearer,
peace within never felt nearer
My burden's gone, it's turned to a song
Tender as a baby's touch,
I needed you, oh, so much
At last the load is so light
Chorus
I plan to give you all that I have
I'll be everything, everything you think I am
You make life a joy to live
And I'm thankful, yes, I'm blessed just to know you
I've been so many places,
I've seen so many things
But none quite so delectable as you
More beautiful than the Mona Lisa
Worth more than gold
And my eyes have the pleasure just to behold
Chorus
You inspire me, inspire me
Don't you know, my latest, my greatest inspiration
You keep just keep on liftin' me up now
(Higher)
Mmm
(Higher)
You inspire me, I want you to keep liftin' me up
(Higher)(Higher)
I want you to keep on liftin' me up
(Higher)
Alright
(Higher)
Alright
See, you got me, you got me doin' things
(Higher)
I've never done before
(Higher)
See, you inspire me, you inspire me
Don't you know I love you, girl
(Higher)
Hey, hey, hey
(Higher)
Mmm, mmm, hmm
You, you, you, you keep on liftin' me
(Higher)
Higher
(Higher)
Higher
Higher, higher, you, you, you keep on liftin' me
(Higher)
Higher
(Higher)
Higher
Oh, oh
(Higher)
You keep on liftin' me
(Higher)
You keep on liftin' me
You know what you do to me
Come on keep on liftin' me
(Higher)
High
(Higher)
Higher
He was either waist deep in love or had the tightest game of all time. Either way, I appreciate the lyrics. Thanks Teddy...
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Finally, BET...
Finally, BET is being responsible and taking charge of what is relative to the youth and chocolate folks living in 2009. Finally, the network is recreating platforms that mirror programs shown back in the day.
Remember Teen Summit? I recall getting up on Saturday morning, brushing my teeth and washing this brown face, and headed to the kitchen. I poured my Fruity Pebbles in the bowl, covered it with milk, and wrapped myself in a blankey to sit in front of the floor-model TV to watch Teen Summit. The show was so informative, and creative, and enlightening. There was no trace of hood rich flava or ghetto mess. The platform didn't include big butts in tight spandex, or brothers wearing baby-oiled chests with pants hanging to their knees. It actually had substance and helped to shape my growing mind at the time.
When that show ended some years ago, Cousin Jeff (with his beautiful self) came on the scene. He was the brother with the long locs, talking serious business. But, what did BET do with him? Put him on during the hours no one was at home. Like 11 p.m. on a Friday. Or at 6 a.m. on a Sunday morning. Are you kidding me? They set the brother up for failure. He was too intelligent. Too real. Too much like right since Viacom took over.
But, now...now I am beginning to have a little bit of faith in the network again. Today I see Rocsi and Terrance dedicating the 106 & Park show putting the topic of domestic abuse on blast. Instead of showing full-length music videos, there are chocolate writers, psychiatrists, djs and vjs discussing this wide spread epidemic from A to Z. Today, I am proud of BET.
Since Chris and Rihanna's episode, I have been so incredibly angry at anyone who supports abuse. Ya'll know. I have been very upfront about it with you. People ask if I take it personally because it happened to me. But, that's not the case. No man has ever hit me or talked crazy to me. And if they did talk crazy, I got crazy back before I ended the 'ship. Yet and still I took it all personally. I am a "it takes a village" girl. I'm old soul and believe if one hurts, we all hurt. So you can imagine how outraged I became when reports surfaced that Ri linked back up with her attacker. I wondered where is her support system? Truth be told, I wanted to know why hasn't her dad or some male cousins put the fear of brimstone and fire into that boy???
Because of BET, I now see God's hand in this. It's on Extra. It's on Oprah. It's in Essence. It's on Ellen. This is opening the floor for my 9 year old inquisitive niece to ask the questions you hope you would never have to address until the teenage years. But, it's necessary. My family has been teaching her to love herself deeply and to appreciate her worth. Now the media is co-signing what we are depositing in her on the regular.
God used 2 high profile and influential young celebs to help heal a community. No longer angry or disheveled, I thank God for exposing this disease that infects 1 out of 3 teenage girls. The abusers won't have any place to run and hide. However, these shows are providing avenues for them to get help as well. The Christian in me says an abuser can be restored. I still need ya'll to pray for a sistah. I'm not all the way there yet.
But to think, I almost gave up on BET. There is hope. There is faith. There is charity.
Peace and so much love to each one of you...
Remember Teen Summit? I recall getting up on Saturday morning, brushing my teeth and washing this brown face, and headed to the kitchen. I poured my Fruity Pebbles in the bowl, covered it with milk, and wrapped myself in a blankey to sit in front of the floor-model TV to watch Teen Summit. The show was so informative, and creative, and enlightening. There was no trace of hood rich flava or ghetto mess. The platform didn't include big butts in tight spandex, or brothers wearing baby-oiled chests with pants hanging to their knees. It actually had substance and helped to shape my growing mind at the time.
When that show ended some years ago, Cousin Jeff (with his beautiful self) came on the scene. He was the brother with the long locs, talking serious business. But, what did BET do with him? Put him on during the hours no one was at home. Like 11 p.m. on a Friday. Or at 6 a.m. on a Sunday morning. Are you kidding me? They set the brother up for failure. He was too intelligent. Too real. Too much like right since Viacom took over.
But, now...now I am beginning to have a little bit of faith in the network again. Today I see Rocsi and Terrance dedicating the 106 & Park show putting the topic of domestic abuse on blast. Instead of showing full-length music videos, there are chocolate writers, psychiatrists, djs and vjs discussing this wide spread epidemic from A to Z. Today, I am proud of BET.
Since Chris and Rihanna's episode, I have been so incredibly angry at anyone who supports abuse. Ya'll know. I have been very upfront about it with you. People ask if I take it personally because it happened to me. But, that's not the case. No man has ever hit me or talked crazy to me. And if they did talk crazy, I got crazy back before I ended the 'ship. Yet and still I took it all personally. I am a "it takes a village" girl. I'm old soul and believe if one hurts, we all hurt. So you can imagine how outraged I became when reports surfaced that Ri linked back up with her attacker. I wondered where is her support system? Truth be told, I wanted to know why hasn't her dad or some male cousins put the fear of brimstone and fire into that boy???
Because of BET, I now see God's hand in this. It's on Extra. It's on Oprah. It's in Essence. It's on Ellen. This is opening the floor for my 9 year old inquisitive niece to ask the questions you hope you would never have to address until the teenage years. But, it's necessary. My family has been teaching her to love herself deeply and to appreciate her worth. Now the media is co-signing what we are depositing in her on the regular.
God used 2 high profile and influential young celebs to help heal a community. No longer angry or disheveled, I thank God for exposing this disease that infects 1 out of 3 teenage girls. The abusers won't have any place to run and hide. However, these shows are providing avenues for them to get help as well. The Christian in me says an abuser can be restored. I still need ya'll to pray for a sistah. I'm not all the way there yet.
But to think, I almost gave up on BET. There is hope. There is faith. There is charity.
Peace and so much love to each one of you...
Changing a Generation presents...
Obviously I need 30 hours in a day to make it all happen these days. Think I can propose some legislation to stretch it out?? Okay...maybe not. Just a thought.
I haven't much time to write to you these days. I am busy working for the church, ya'll. So that's a good thing. It's a great thing, actually. No one said working for the Lord is easy...but it is gratifying as long as it is acceptable in His eyes. I am right where I need to be.
If you are in the A in April and want to come check out the play and the concert, I promise you won't be disappointed. In celebrating Resurrection season (Easter) we have some major award winners on deck and a powerful message that will change your thought process. The play is going to have a major effect on the youth and young adults. Receive a great message, get your praise on, and get that good worship in. I would love to have you there.
Talk to you real soon...I promise. Peace.
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For Immediate Release
Attention Mass Media:
Contact: Alan Villavasso (770) 682-7416
Changing a Generation is resurrecting lives through major stage production and concert
Decatur, GA-Get ready for the most anticipated and anointed production of 2009! After the overwhelming response from last year’s play, Changing a Generation Full Gospel Baptist Church, pastored by world renowned Bishop Paul S. Morton, Sr., is bringing forth a two fold production that is sure to transform the lives of a generation! The play will open curtain Friday, April 10th at 7:30 p.m. and the concert will be held Saturday, April 25th at 6 p.m.
Truly empowered by the Holy Spirit, Bishop Paul S. Morton, Sr. has served in the pulpit for over 35 years and is no stranger to proclaiming the Word of God through the vehicle of music. A compelling influence to the gospel industry and accomplished recording artist, Bishop Morton has won countless Stellars and award nominations for several musical projects such as Healing Hands, We Offer Christ, As For Me & My House, Crescent City Fire, Let it Rain and Still Standing.
The purpose of the play “Another Chapter: The Saints with Resurrection Power” and concert “Moving Forward with Resurrected Praise” is to breathe a new life of testimony into the Christian and re-kindle a desire to share the gospel. Changing a Generation also looks to create a spark in the unbeliever by sharing the love of Jesus Christ that will transform him into an empowering believer. The production is FREE OF CHARGE to the general public and will be performed at Changing a Generation Full Gospel Baptist Church located at 4185 Snapfinger Drive in Decatur, Georgia.
This production is being spiritually led under the direction of Elder Eugene C. Brown, Jr. who went from Military to Ministry to Music. A polished military 20 year career led Elder Brown to ministry traveling from one end of the world to the other. He has previously performed with gospel greats Byron Cage, William Murphy, and Vanessa Bell Armstrong to name a few. He is currently serving as the Director of the Ministry of Divine Arts & Worship at Changing a Generation and his powerful vocals can be heard on Billboard charting projects such as Stellar Award winning Embracing the Next Dimension of Worship CD singing "Better than Life." He also sings the cover “More of Thee” on the Dove-nominated Full Gospel Baptist Church Choir project, Cry Your Last Tear.
Elder Rod Lumpkin II is the music director for this awesome production and currently serves as the Minister of Worship and Praise for Changing a Generation. A multi-talent, Lumpkin has produced and written for Stellar Award winning CD Embracing the Next Dimension of Worship featuring Bishop Paul S. Morton, Sr. Elder Lumpkin also received The People’s Choice Award for his arrangement on “Amazed”, and the nomination of the Caribbean Gospel Music Marlin Award for Best Production and Caribbean CD of the Year entitled Wave of Glory featuring Bishop Neil C. Ellis. Appearing on NBC’s Today Show and the 2005 World Series, Elder Lumpkin has performed “Heart of America” with Multi-Platinum selling recording artists such as Eric Benet, Wynonna Judd, and Michael McDonald.
I haven't much time to write to you these days. I am busy working for the church, ya'll. So that's a good thing. It's a great thing, actually. No one said working for the Lord is easy...but it is gratifying as long as it is acceptable in His eyes. I am right where I need to be.
If you are in the A in April and want to come check out the play and the concert, I promise you won't be disappointed. In celebrating Resurrection season (Easter) we have some major award winners on deck and a powerful message that will change your thought process. The play is going to have a major effect on the youth and young adults. Receive a great message, get your praise on, and get that good worship in. I would love to have you there.
Talk to you real soon...I promise. Peace.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
For Immediate Release
Attention Mass Media:
Contact: Alan Villavasso (770) 682-7416
Changing a Generation is resurrecting lives through major stage production and concert
Decatur, GA-Get ready for the most anticipated and anointed production of 2009! After the overwhelming response from last year’s play, Changing a Generation Full Gospel Baptist Church, pastored by world renowned Bishop Paul S. Morton, Sr., is bringing forth a two fold production that is sure to transform the lives of a generation! The play will open curtain Friday, April 10th at 7:30 p.m. and the concert will be held Saturday, April 25th at 6 p.m.
Truly empowered by the Holy Spirit, Bishop Paul S. Morton, Sr. has served in the pulpit for over 35 years and is no stranger to proclaiming the Word of God through the vehicle of music. A compelling influence to the gospel industry and accomplished recording artist, Bishop Morton has won countless Stellars and award nominations for several musical projects such as Healing Hands, We Offer Christ, As For Me & My House, Crescent City Fire, Let it Rain and Still Standing.
The purpose of the play “Another Chapter: The Saints with Resurrection Power” and concert “Moving Forward with Resurrected Praise” is to breathe a new life of testimony into the Christian and re-kindle a desire to share the gospel. Changing a Generation also looks to create a spark in the unbeliever by sharing the love of Jesus Christ that will transform him into an empowering believer. The production is FREE OF CHARGE to the general public and will be performed at Changing a Generation Full Gospel Baptist Church located at 4185 Snapfinger Drive in Decatur, Georgia.
This production is being spiritually led under the direction of Elder Eugene C. Brown, Jr. who went from Military to Ministry to Music. A polished military 20 year career led Elder Brown to ministry traveling from one end of the world to the other. He has previously performed with gospel greats Byron Cage, William Murphy, and Vanessa Bell Armstrong to name a few. He is currently serving as the Director of the Ministry of Divine Arts & Worship at Changing a Generation and his powerful vocals can be heard on Billboard charting projects such as Stellar Award winning Embracing the Next Dimension of Worship CD singing "Better than Life." He also sings the cover “More of Thee” on the Dove-nominated Full Gospel Baptist Church Choir project, Cry Your Last Tear.
Elder Rod Lumpkin II is the music director for this awesome production and currently serves as the Minister of Worship and Praise for Changing a Generation. A multi-talent, Lumpkin has produced and written for Stellar Award winning CD Embracing the Next Dimension of Worship featuring Bishop Paul S. Morton, Sr. Elder Lumpkin also received The People’s Choice Award for his arrangement on “Amazed”, and the nomination of the Caribbean Gospel Music Marlin Award for Best Production and Caribbean CD of the Year entitled Wave of Glory featuring Bishop Neil C. Ellis. Appearing on NBC’s Today Show and the 2005 World Series, Elder Lumpkin has performed “Heart of America” with Multi-Platinum selling recording artists such as Eric Benet, Wynonna Judd, and Michael McDonald.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Ace Got One!
This is so cute to me. I can't wait to see how this turns out.
During V-Day Madness, Ace and I ran into a few fellow AAMU alumni. One of those fellas is a homeboy from the A who I met on campus before Ace and I became friends back in the day. Riverdale used to roll with a crew that was well known around the yard. A few thugs, a few suburban brothers, some were comedians, some sold weed. For the most part they all wanted something out of life and they all loved women...and all the women loved them.
So Ace and Riverdale clicked instantly and talked most of the night at 255. Of course they made the exchange of numbers with the promise to holla later. They are both attractive people with similar interests. This could be a cute spring relationship or it could last longer. Who knows...take it as it comes.
So, I school her on everything I know about him. I didn't have any negative comments or stories to tell. Everything is cool. They have been hanging out weekly and have those long, take you into midnight phone conversations. After asking Riverdale a series of questions, Ace came to the conclusion that he will remain in the friend zone. He is a cool guy, but he isn't long-term material for her. Okay, cool. That's what getting to know is all about, right?
Well, the other day Ace says she is discombobulated. She can't understand why she is thinking about Riverdale more often than not. She told him their friendship couldn't go any further, but she is getting the googly face about this dude. I already know what it is. This is my girl's 1st experience with an Atlanta man. The home grown, born and bred I mentioned. Yep...the swag is pulling her in even if she don't want gravity to have that control.
It might be something in the water or the corn meal or the chicken these brothers are raised on. Whatever it is, my girl is in for a ride...
During V-Day Madness, Ace and I ran into a few fellow AAMU alumni. One of those fellas is a homeboy from the A who I met on campus before Ace and I became friends back in the day. Riverdale used to roll with a crew that was well known around the yard. A few thugs, a few suburban brothers, some were comedians, some sold weed. For the most part they all wanted something out of life and they all loved women...and all the women loved them.
So Ace and Riverdale clicked instantly and talked most of the night at 255. Of course they made the exchange of numbers with the promise to holla later. They are both attractive people with similar interests. This could be a cute spring relationship or it could last longer. Who knows...take it as it comes.
So, I school her on everything I know about him. I didn't have any negative comments or stories to tell. Everything is cool. They have been hanging out weekly and have those long, take you into midnight phone conversations. After asking Riverdale a series of questions, Ace came to the conclusion that he will remain in the friend zone. He is a cool guy, but he isn't long-term material for her. Okay, cool. That's what getting to know is all about, right?
Well, the other day Ace says she is discombobulated. She can't understand why she is thinking about Riverdale more often than not. She told him their friendship couldn't go any further, but she is getting the googly face about this dude. I already know what it is. This is my girl's 1st experience with an Atlanta man. The home grown, born and bred I mentioned. Yep...the swag is pulling her in even if she don't want gravity to have that control.
It might be something in the water or the corn meal or the chicken these brothers are raised on. Whatever it is, my girl is in for a ride...
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Coolest Cuttas--ATL Fellas
He asked me not to blog about him. So, I won't.
But, I will say this, my ATL men are the coolest cuttas around. Born and raised in Ben Hill (been real), the heart of the SWAT, I have always had a special love for my home-grown brothers. I am not talking about the transplants who claim Atlanta because they have lived here at least 10 years. I appreciate Luda and Usher for embracing the city's culture...and for loving it so much to rep it faithfully in their music. No matter how long the transplants remain here, they will never possess that finesse my A-Town brothers exude.
It's the walk, the slick game they may lay on you..or not. The "I can do anything you ask me too because I am THE man" attitude. They can be as simple as a stack of bricks, but still possess a certain charm to have you thinking of them at the oddest times. For the most part, the 28 and older crew are multi-dimensional brothers. Even my street hustlers are not simply thugs with cream.
Swagaliscious ATLiens like Tip, Andre 3000, Big Boi, Jeezy, Jermaine Dupri, Dallas Austin, Lil Duval, Brian Michael Cox, The Dream and Young Joc always represent. Even my throwbacks like Goodie Mob and Chris Tucker oozed of Atlanta flava. Every time I hear Bobby V's country twang during his interviews, I think of my high school days in College Park. And don't get me started on the original dream maker, Dr. M.L. King, Jr.
But, I will say this, my ATL men are the coolest cuttas around. Born and raised in Ben Hill (been real), the heart of the SWAT, I have always had a special love for my home-grown brothers. I am not talking about the transplants who claim Atlanta because they have lived here at least 10 years. I appreciate Luda and Usher for embracing the city's culture...and for loving it so much to rep it faithfully in their music. No matter how long the transplants remain here, they will never possess that finesse my A-Town brothers exude.
It's the walk, the slick game they may lay on you..or not. The "I can do anything you ask me too because I am THE man" attitude. They can be as simple as a stack of bricks, but still possess a certain charm to have you thinking of them at the oddest times. For the most part, the 28 and older crew are multi-dimensional brothers. Even my street hustlers are not simply thugs with cream.
Swagaliscious ATLiens like Tip, Andre 3000, Big Boi, Jeezy, Jermaine Dupri, Dallas Austin, Lil Duval, Brian Michael Cox, The Dream and Young Joc always represent. Even my throwbacks like Goodie Mob and Chris Tucker oozed of Atlanta flava. Every time I hear Bobby V's country twang during his interviews, I think of my high school days in College Park. And don't get me started on the original dream maker, Dr. M.L. King, Jr.
My love for the Atlanta man is as deep as my love for a plate of my momma's soul food dinners. And you know I don't play about sitting at her table very Sunday.
"A heaping helping of fried chicken, macaroni and cheese and collard greens too big for my jeans. Smoke steams from under the lid that's on the pot. Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the little that I got..." --Soul Food by Goodie Mob (1995)
For me, it just doesn't get any better than that...
Friday, February 27, 2009
Lauryn Hill: I salute u
Today, I stumbled across of a pic of my girl, Lauryn Hill on Essence.com. It was a throwback where Ms. Hill sports the raw, shoulder-length, luscious locs. Back when she openly poured her for-real love with every brown girl with a heart. It reminded me of the time where The Miseducation of was at the peak of the "real music" list.
My on and off again relationship with the Psychiatrist I dated while at AAMU was strengthened because of this CD. Okay, let me stop playing. The relationship was not strong at all...hence the back and forth games we played. The point is, he was the only straight guy who felt me on the lyrics penned. We would literally play each track, analyze the meaning behind it, and let the CD play over and over. Man, those were the good ole days.
Just while I strolled down memory lane, "The Sweetest Thing" played on XM radio.
{oooooooo, that's my song.}
Had to share the love with you....
The sweetest thing I've ever known
Was like the kiss on the collarbone
Soft caress of happiness
The way you walk, your style of dress
I wish I didn't get so weak
Ooo, baby, just to hear you speak
Makes me argue just to see
How much you're in love with me
See, like a queen, a queen upon her throne
Chorus:
It was the sweet, sweet,sweetest thing I know,
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know
I get mad when you walk away (don't walk away)
So I tell you leave, when I mean stay
Warm as the sun dipped in black
Fingertips on the small of my back
More valuable than all I own
Like your precious, precious,precious, precious dark skin tone
Chorus
Bridge:
It was the...
Ah...I tried to explain (I can't explain it...I can't explain it)
Ah...but baby, it's in vain
Speaking on my mother's phone
The touch that makes me think I'm grown, (you ain't grown)
Sweet prince of the ghetto
Your kisses taste like amaretto
Intoxicating, oh, so intoxicating
How sad, how sad that all things come to an end
But then again, I'm, I'm not alone
Chorus
Ah...Sometimes watch you in your sleep
Ah... Excuse me if I get to deep (Hey!)
Here's to Ms. Hill and the hope she will return to bless is with a dose of good soul music. I salute you.
Ciao.
P.S. Speaking of the good-good music , what ever happened to Maxwell's new 3-fold CD. Wasn't it supposed to drop early this year??? Saw him at the Fox a few months ago...got me feening for the vocals...
My on and off again relationship with the Psychiatrist I dated while at AAMU was strengthened because of this CD. Okay, let me stop playing. The relationship was not strong at all...hence the back and forth games we played. The point is, he was the only straight guy who felt me on the lyrics penned. We would literally play each track, analyze the meaning behind it, and let the CD play over and over. Man, those were the good ole days.
Just while I strolled down memory lane, "The Sweetest Thing" played on XM radio.
{oooooooo, that's my song.}
Had to share the love with you....
The sweetest thing I've ever known
Was like the kiss on the collarbone
Soft caress of happiness
The way you walk, your style of dress
I wish I didn't get so weak
Ooo, baby, just to hear you speak
Makes me argue just to see
How much you're in love with me
See, like a queen, a queen upon her throne
Chorus:
It was the sweet, sweet,sweetest thing I know,
It was the sweet, sweet, sweetest thing I know
I get mad when you walk away (don't walk away)
So I tell you leave, when I mean stay
Warm as the sun dipped in black
Fingertips on the small of my back
More valuable than all I own
Like your precious, precious,precious, precious dark skin tone
Chorus
Bridge:
It was the...
Ah...I tried to explain (I can't explain it...I can't explain it)
Ah...but baby, it's in vain
Speaking on my mother's phone
The touch that makes me think I'm grown, (you ain't grown)
Sweet prince of the ghetto
Your kisses taste like amaretto
Intoxicating, oh, so intoxicating
How sad, how sad that all things come to an end
But then again, I'm, I'm not alone
Chorus
Ah...Sometimes watch you in your sleep
Ah... Excuse me if I get to deep (Hey!)
Here's to Ms. Hill and the hope she will return to bless is with a dose of good soul music. I salute you.
Ciao.
P.S. Speaking of the good-good music , what ever happened to Maxwell's new 3-fold CD. Wasn't it supposed to drop early this year??? Saw him at the Fox a few months ago...got me feening for the vocals...
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