After months and months of listening to a group of peers and people from an older generation. I have one question that truly haunts me. Why do we need another African American Leader? Why do we need one person of African American decent to lead and unify our people? One person that we can all stand behind and come together for? We seem to be the only race or culture that NEEDS a figurehead to speak for us, to tell us what we want as a people. Now don’t get me wrong I am a full supporter of Dr. Martin Luther King, Marcus Garvey, and Malcolm X but at this stage in the game we are only getting remnants of their abilities. Answer this for me and I promise this is my last question for the time being. Where are the Leaders in other cultures, or races? Where are the Asian leaders, the Irish leaders, how about the Mexican leaders. Who are the people in the forefront of these cultures? And if they don’t have them, why do we NEED them?
I have come to the conclusion that there is only one way for me to prove to the readers that I should be mentioned when any discussion of writers come up. I’m one of the few author’s that write for the reaction not for the money (well let me be honest I write for the money too, but the reaction is what I really want!) This is what I am going to do for all my new fans I am willing to give you a free emailed copy of Karma for your enjoyment just to give you an opportunity to enjoy my work. The only thing that I ask is that you order an autographed copy of The Learning Curve for your enjoyment as well. This is all just to get you all ready for my next release The Congregation which is definitely coming soon. So get back to me as soon as possible and order you copy of The Learning Curve and get your free copy of Karma as you prepare yourself for the release of The Congregation!!!
I decided to just throw on a Polo jogging suit for tonight. It was already understood that I was okay in the clothes department, I didn’t feel that I needed to impress anyone by getting dressed plus it was just another party at the Rec. On top of that I didn’t need any extra attention. This was my first year in college, but not my first college Homecoming. I had come up last year around this time so I already knew it wasn’t as big as everyone made it seem. Between the fellas and the people that I met in summer school I was kind of popular so I was introducing Kev to people every time I turned around. He fit in quite nicely especially because of the new things he picked up a school. He had already been a drinker in high school, but he had now picked up smoking weed as a new past time. Wasn’t that big of a deal because with the exception of myself everyone else I hung out with did as well. He had no problem with acceptance especially once he pulled out his sack from the south. The party started at nine, and it was now eleven o’clock so we needed to get going. Even though I‘m already taken for the night, it still doesn’t hurt to be seen, or does it? When we stepped in it was packed from wall to wall unlike the last party there wasn’t a quiet area. There were women everywhere, it was probably some dudes there too but my eyes had trouble focusing on them especially with the abundance of legs that were out tonight. So let me see who’s here, and if there is anyone that I need to avoid. Before I could give the room a good once over I instantly see Maria we make eye contact, so I smile. It’s too early to be cuffed up with her plus she’s with her girls right now. On top of that it’s some lame ass dude in her face trying to get her number. From the look on her face he’s not doing to well. Hmmm, that’s too bad for him is what I stood and thought to myself, as I look at the sheer disappointment in his face. Every now and again I have caught myself being the jealous type, but it’s really not my style. It only happens when I’m feeling down and someone else seems to have things going on. This however was not one of those rare cases, plus it was evident that she had the situation under control, so I could comfortably move on. As I moved on I didn’t realize I was walking straight into the line of fire, because out of nowhere trouble appeared.
“What up Tamekia.” (I said politely)
“Whateva nigga , I already know yo little chick is here for the weekend!”
“Wow, news travels fast I just found out today.” I said as if I was astonished by her findings.
“Oh I won’t be acting like shit anymore, I’m tired of being yo chick on the side. Either you gone choose or I’m done.”
“Come on now sweetie, you knew the rules before this game even began, plus there’s not a choice to be made here. Honestly, do we have to go there, I’m just tryna have a good time with no drama if possible. Can we make that possible? I’d really appreciate that. Thank you in advance.”
“You think this is over, it ain’t over until I say it’s over, you are going to make a choice.”
“Well in that case can you please say it’s over so I can get back to enjoying myself? I already told you there is no choice to be made. Furthermore this is neither the time nor the place for this conversation.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. This is the time, and the place, so you need to choose Chris. Or I am going to make a scene in this party, I’m sure she’s in here.”
“Sweetie your making a scene right now, and when I tell you we won’t be kicking it anymore, it’s going to get worse. I’d really rather save you the embarrassment.”
“So that’s your answer, I was willing to leave my man for you and you won’t leave that bitch.”
“Look Tamekia, I’m going to take a couple steps away from you before you say something I won’t be able to ignore. I understand that you’re upset right now and I don’t want to have to tell you about yourself.”
“Fuck you Chris, I don’t want yo ass anyway, I was doing yo ugly ass a favor by letting you touch this right here. And you couldn’t even do that right.”
“Wow, and all this time I thought I was Pretty Damn Cute. I take it you’re done now. You’ve already hurt my feelings by saying that I was ugly, then topped it off with the fact that I’m sexually unimpressive. And with all that said the thing that sticks out most is the fact that you were just demanding that I choose between you and her.” (My guess was that my sarcasm wasn’t appreciated at that particular point.)
I decided that it was time for me to walk away from this situation, and get back in the party mood. Just hope it wasn’t as big of a scene as I thought it was. Was pretty sure she saw the entire episode, and if she didn’t one of her spies. I mean her friends did. So I might as well get ready for the line of questioning that was more than likely going to be asked later tonight. Where the fellas go that quick I thought to myself? As I walked around the party searching for them and attempting to avoid everyone else, finally I found them posted up by the wall as usual. “Ya’ll to blowed to holla at these chicks or what Cuz.” He turns and gives me the look as if to say I should know better than to ask him a question, like that.
So we are in, we finally made it! Does it stop here? Are we satisfied? Have we made it to the promise of the American Dream? Or do we keep fighting, because one man doesn’t make us equal, one man doesn’t make it right, one President doesn’t complete the dream, it gives us another part of the dream. So celebrate because this is a great day but don’t settle because we still have to overcome!!!
Hello everyone I truly apologize for my long delay on the top one hundred sold but I have been working really hard. Still in the process of getting adjusted to my new home, Atlanta is beautiful and I love it but don’t get it twisted people it is not Detroit. No offense and I’m sure people who have never lived in Detroit but have heard of it are sitting back like this guy is crazy! Truth is Detroit gets a bum reputation on a regular basis, but that is neither here nor there. I’m here today for something a bit different! I have so busy trying to sell more and more I haven’t taken the time to sit back and count my everyday blessings. I wake up everyday with a roof over my head and food in the fridge, I have been doing that for 31 years. I have been blessed my entire life and can only hope that it is in GOD’s will to have those blessing continue.
I’ve been able to accomplish things that a lot of people only dream of, I have done things that a lot of people wish they could. But it’s hasn’t been all me, all the time without the support of certain people I wouldn’t have made it this far. Especially when it comes to books sales, so let me set the record straight. I have certain people that I can’t help but thank for their support and for pushing the book so hard. Danielle has sold a great deal of the first hundred books, if she wasn’t hand delivering autographed copies to her people she was sending people directly to me or telling them exactly where they can pick the books up. She was an unbelievably huge part of me selling as many books as I sold. For that and many other reasons I truly appreciate Danielle.
While on the subject of people who helped I have to send love out to Nakia (KE-KE) MaGEEEEEEE!!! Nakia has been a huge support from day one when Karma was just a thought in my head and anyone who knows me that’s a continuous event, if it wasn’t for her support I might have never got that first one down on paper. She didn’t stop there I went to drop Ke’s book off at her job and by the time I left five of the ten books that I had left in the trunk were gone. I’m sure if it wasn’t for the fact that she had just started the job a week earlier I would have completely ran out of books.
This brings us to the person who almost sold more books than the author himself. If I’m the deal closer she is definitely my set up woman. From day one Michelle (Chelley) Jones hasn’t hesitated to be the sales woman of the year. After the initial surprise of actually having an author living in the neighborhood, and realizing the flyer that I handed her was not for a party I was promoting Chelley has helped to sale more books than I could ever imagine. She helped catapult me new heights, from introducing me to my first PR agent, to introducing me to countless book buyers. If it wasn’t for Chelley I couldn’t be the favorite author of more than half of AT&T, and once we ran out of people she turned Credit Acceptance out. She even started a book club, and held meetings at her home for my first book. Enabling me to have great dialect with my readers and get an opportunity to see what people actually thought of my work. A great deal of The Learning Curve was written with her reading helping me decide if certain parts work or not. After doing all that and more she still wasn’t finished she introduced me the artist who did the art work to the cover of The Learning Curve. Shout out to Lisa (The Artist) Jenkins! Chelle you have done more for me than some family and friends that I have known my entire life and I thank you so much for that.
Danielle, Nakia, and Michelle I truly appreciate the belief that you all had in me and I promise that the drive and determination will not falter just because my zip code has. I know a lot of people didn’t understand the move or at least they didn’t understand the timing with the move but it had to happen. I know it will be a million and one people saying that I won’t make it and the next book won’t be out and every other thing under the sun. I okay with that mainly because I know you three will be keeping me hot in Detroit, more importantly ya’ll will make sure I continue to be the best author in Detroit, while I work on being the NUMBER ONE AUTHOR IN THE WORLD!!!!
I will make you all proud!!!!
I GUARANTEE!!!!!!!!
Miss. Hampton didn’t plan on letting me miss out on her advances. While at the annual Blue and Burgundy game that kicked off the basketball season, she made her advances obivious instead of leaving it in the air as she had done before.
“Mr. Alexander how are you today?”
“I’m alive.”
“It can’t be that bad, you have to be more than just alive. You should feel great, you sure look great.”
“Well thank you ma’am, I appreciate the compliment. I never said I felt bad I just said I’m alive, and from what I hear that’s a beautiful thing.”
“Well maybe if you said it with a little more enthusiasm then people wouldn’t automatically feel like something’s wrong with you.”
“My mom always told me about assuming. Just kidding I’m fine, thank you for your concern.”
“Mmmm hmmm, don’t mention it, just making sure that there isn’t anything that I can do to pick your spirits up.”
“Well honestly I’m a lil hungry, it would be nice to have a home cooked meal.”
“It just so happens I’m cooking tonight, you’re more than welcome to stop by and pick up a plate, or if you like I can bring it to you.”
“That sounds good, what’s on the menu? You know what beggars can’t be choosers, so if you’re bringing me food I’ll eat whatever you bring.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah that’s right, whatever you bring.”
Knowing that we were no longer speaking on just food, I added a little smirk at the end of my statement. As she blushed and happily began to walk away I couldn’t help but notice the lack of form below her waist. Lucky for me she more than made up for it in the chest area. With that I sat back and watched the Blue team win the game by six points over the Burgundy team. With all three of my favorite students (Dave, Mal, and Deion) being on the Blue team, we actually had an opportunity to be good this year, something we hadn’t done in many years since I left.
The game ended with a great play that involved all three of them. One of the players from the Burgundy team went up to lay the ball up and Deion went up and pinned the ball between the backboard and his hand then came down with it. In the same motion, he threw it up to Dave who crossed over a defender at half court making the defender stumble backward and fall. Then before taking another step he pulled up for what looked like a shot and out of no where as the ball came close to the rim Mal came out of no where over the teams starting center, grabbing the ball with two hands then dunking the ball over him. The entire play sent the crowd into an uproar. That play alone had the whole crowd salivating awaiting the start of the season.
Shortly after the PLAY, I made my way to the door, it was time for me to make my way home. It wasn’t long after I arrived home, and had just gotten out of the shower when there was a knock at the door. Already having an idea of who it was, I immediately went to the door without taking the time to throw on some type of clothing. As I opened the door with nothing but my towel covering my lower body, she had a look across her face that let me know she meant business. Trying to apologize for my attire, I couldn’t help but notice that her eyes were fixated on my towel. With my back still being on the wet side, she politely asked if I needed any help drying off. With no thought to what I was saying I replied that I had it under control, and followed it up with I wouldn’t want you to get wet in the process. My wit was evenly matched because before the words left my mouth and hit her ears. She responded, “It’s too late.”
As we laughed, I took the opportunity to glance at her attire, it wasn’t completely to my liking. She had the black blouse that accentuated what I thought were her greatest assets, (boy was I wrong) it wouldn’t be long before I would get a full array of her best quality. Attempting to walk past her to get back to my room, and change into something less troublesome. I was close enough for her to reach out and touch me, pulling my towel from around my waist exposing every inch of me, for her viewing pleasure. My reflexes were a bit slower than usual. Before I reached to retrieve the towel, I made sure that she got an eye full. The visual wasn’t enough for her, she wanted more. So without warning she leaned in and with a flick of her tongue she quickly attained my attention. Standing there with a towel half on, as she teased the part of my body that she now had full control of, all the time running her hands up and down my thighs. My hand slipped away from the towel and was placed on the back of her head making sure she got as much of me as possible. She didn’t miss a stride in her rhythmic stroke as each time her head pulled away, she wasted no time sliding it right back into position. I could feel my knees weaken as my excitement mounted. I was so used to women pulling away by this point, afraid of what was coming next, but that never happened. She kept her mouth in the proper place until she received the bounty that she had worked so hard for. That would’ve been it for most people but this was nothing more than an appetizer for us. She laid back on the couch and begged me to give her what she had been yearning for, the black skirt that didn’t cover half of her thighs was easily moved up to her midsection instead of taken off. Instead of laying on top of her, or grabbing her legs to spread them out, I grabbed her left thigh throwing it over the other and rolled her over to the arm of the couch with one leg dangling off the couch and the other stuck between the arm of the couch and the pillow, I wasted no time entering her paradise. Using her scrunched up skirt like a strap, I pulled her back to me as I thrust forward, listening to the moans that she didn’t want to escape. Aggressively whispering in her ear, I made sure she knew that I wanted to hear every moan from her until we were done. As I watched her clutch the back of the couch, and make every distorted face possible I couldn’t help but smile. I was in all my glory, it couldn’t get much better than this. I had a grown ass woman screaming my name like there was no tomorrow. I felt like a KING!!! That was until there was a knock on the window, and considering the blinds were more than half way open, My mind told me not to look, but my curiosity definitely got the best of me. As my head turned my mouth dropped! Brandi was standing in the window hands cupped, and pressed against the glass trying her best to view inside. This didn’t seem hard considering the tint wasn’t as dark as I was wishing it was at that particular moment. Lucky for me the glare from the sun light made it extremely difficult most days. The most surprising part was that my stroke never missed a beat, it was almost like I was turned on by the fact that I was caught in the act. Just as I began removing myself, from my particular situation Miss. Hampton began to shake uncontrollably her wetness gushing all over the place, on me as well as the couch. By the time I reached the door Brandi was already in her car pulling away. I can’t even begin to imagine what I would’ve said to her so I didn’t even attempt to open the door. After Miss Hampton finally caught her breath she, felt it necessary to apologize. She didn’t want to cause any trouble between me and my woman. Coldly starring at her, I explained that it was time for her to get her shit together and make her way out of my house. Though my problem wasn’t with her, I wasn’t in the mood for a condescending attitude. I wanted to be alone.
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