Friday evening, I was in a foul mood, completely drained and just wanted the comfort of my bed. It seemed like an eternity, before the bus came through.
To be exact, it took a whole hour. The entire time, a young mother took the liberty of going bat shit crazy on her young one. She kept scolding, screaming and making threats about facing the wall when they got home! Her foolishness, was getting to me slowly but surely, so when I saw the bus approaching I did a little praise dance! I strategically chose my seat, and prayed to the Almighty that no crazy would come sit next me. My mood would not allow for some random conversation about dog shit and roses. I just wanted a quiet ride home. My prayers were not answered, but the juicy story lifted my stories.
These two youngins, a boy and a girl were sitting behind me, having just met each other. The young girl was bubbly and was excited about her new job at the mall. She went on and on about how she loved her new gig, while the boy quietly listened. When it was his turn,he stumbled, or should I say he mumbled about not having a job because his parents did not trust him. This is because, he was pushing a hustle that saw him expelled from school. From the way, he was talking he felt like he was on top of the world, the shit and the urine -if you will a la Kanye West. The moment of pride in me came, when the young lady admonished his behavior and told him that he needed to get his life together, for the sake of his future. Wow! I thought to myself. She has a good shoulder on her heads, and I pray that she continues on that path.
After being prodded as to why he was on that hustle path, he finally gave up the goods-he was all about the cheddar, provolone and swiss. No shame whatsoever. He did not see the need for an education. After being expelled from school, he was lucky to be accepted by another one, in which he was making A’s and B’s, only so that he could appease his parents into buying him a car on his 18th birthday. He planned on cruising away never to return,
As far as he was concerned life was all about a fast life and fast car-listen to Tracy Chapman’s song of the same, to get a feel of what I am talking about.
Needless to say, my ride came to an end, and I was happy to hear that the drug dealing baby was an A student, and there was hope. I implore all of you reading to pray for the young man to finish school!
Shout outs to Jazz and JK! Enjoy………