6ix Things - Part 2

Okay, so I’m looking at Pro, looking at me, looking at her with the gun by her side. I’m thinking to myself…..self, she’s probably just bluffin, don’t be no punk, get in yo mama’s car and roll up out this piece. Then I thought, what if she ain’t bluffin’. what if she does start shootin hot ones in my direction? I got a rock on one side and a hard place on the other. So, I started talking for mine and coming up with every reason in the book that me going back in her house was not a good decision. Long story short, she would hear none of it. So, finally, my chin fell to my chest and walked my azz up in her spot. Rather than forcing me to get down, she sat me down, gave me a long lecture about teasing grown women (letting them rock your mic, but not giving them some when they want it). Then she walked me to the door, gun still in hand, told me to go ahead and walk away while she cleared the bullet from the chamber by firing the gun. Needless to say, the head was not worth it that night. Unfortunately, I haven’t met a woman since that loved oral sex the way Pro did. Most women like it and they do it because they know their man wants it. But its rare to find a woman that genuinely loves it and wakes up in the middle of the night wishing she could do a mic check.

Which leads me into the 3rd of 6ix Things:

Third Thing – “The Game Will Punish You” After safely making it back to the crib from Pro’s house, I resume the relationship with my woman like all is good. But let me tell you how “the game punishes you”. Me and my girl are having protected sex one day and after I get mine, she says to me…..”I think I felt something”. I look at the jim-hat and its still holding strong. So, I shrug her comments off. Days/Weeks later, she says she’s pregnant. I’m like hun-whut!!! She goes on to remind me about the day she told me she felt something. So, me being the dumb, yet responsible cat I am, I sat down with her parents, talked about marriage and the whole nine. Mind you, I wasn’t even 21 years old yet. When I finally get around to telling my folks they were hot!!!! And when I mentioned marriage, my pops almost went through the damn roof. Then before you know it, ole girl started switchin up the script. She talked about having a miscarriage and seeing body parts. Again, she was all of a few weeks into the pregnancy. So, my home girls and home boys were like yo, this is sounding real fishy. One thing leads to another and she tells me that she is pregnant but the baby ain’t mine. I WAS HAPPY AS HELL when I got the news. It was a blow to the ego, but I knew that was easier to get over than having a damn child by a woman that I really didn’t want to be with. Truth be told, I couldn’t really be mad at her because it was long before that I was creepin over Pro’s house trying to get a quick hit off. Again, the game will punish you.

6ix Things - Part 1

Okay, so I clearly fell off the bloggin band wagon before I really had a chance to get rolling. Then I got the call from RD, letting me know that she gave me an assignment at the end of her most recent blog. So, since I’ve been tagged, I guess that means I gotta come out of “blog retirement”.

FIRST THING: Public Enemy vs. NWA – The evolution of my political consciousness started in my senior year of high school (1987). For the true hip hop heads, the late 80’s was the golden era of rap music. There was X-Clan, Brand Nubians, Poor Righteous Teachers and of course Public Enemy (YES, THE RHYTHM THE REBEL…). By my second year of college (1989) I was rockin’ Africa medallions, buttons with pictures of Farrakhan and big beads…….all at the same time. I was a walking “African Street Festival” (shout out to BKLYN). But during the transition from high school to college, there was a movement that I temporarily got swept up in. The movement was gangsta-ism, best personified by NWA.

Prior to the “evolution” I was running with cats that were small time dealers, looking for fights and holdin heat just in case the odds were against them. So, since I was with them, I had to roll or get rolled on. I never dealt drugs, just couldn’t bring myself to do it, but I had to get some heat. Having a Mossberg 12 gauge shot gun was like a rights of passage for the squad. The minute I turned 18 years old, I went straight to the gun shop. Needless to say, I obviously wasn’t trying to do too much dirt, because I bought it legally. But hey, couldn’t tell me nothing back then. Young and Stupid. How stupid you ask? Well, picture this, a mcdonalds, a trench coat and a shot gun. I wasn’t trying to rob the joint, just wondering if I could stand in line, holding the shotty in the coat and no one notice. Of course, the thought never crossed my mind that someone might notice….and then what. Fortunately for me, no one noticed and I could be a fool another day. On my 21st b-day, back to the gun shop. This time a berretta 9mm. you’d swear I had cats after me. But again, all that NWA gun play was influencing the crew and the city, so that’s what I felt like I needed to do. I am happy to say that I never had to pull either of them tools on any body. I came close and there were certainly times when I wish I would have either of them with me, but it was best that I did not. Fortunately, PE won over NWA and I was able to control that fake gangsta-ism energy and use it to organize my people in college.

SECOND THING The Gift and The Curse – After high school, I had the blessing/misfortune of meeting a woman who thought she was the BEST at “rockin’ the mic” (aka giving head). I must admit she was great and still holds a spot on my list of the top 2 greatest of all time mic rockers. Anyway, this woman, let’s call her “Pro” (short for professor), never tried to have sex with me, she just wanted to mic check. The best part, I didn’t have to do anything in return. Of course, I wasn’t complaining. We hung out for awhile, but at some point things faded. Then I met another sis, she and I started dating and that’s where the saga begins. The new woman refused to rock the mic….yes, I said refused. So, I’m looking her, looking at me, looking at her and I’m thinking….I wonder what the Pro is doing right now.
Well, it wasn’t long before I called the Pro up to get reacquainted. Remember she has never tried to have sex with me, she knows I have a woman, so I’m thinking I can cut a corner real quick, get a lil head and swing back to the house. Getting head ain’t really cheatin…..right? Well, on this particular visit, in addition to the usual, she decides she wants sex too. In my mind, that was going to far and since I had a woman, I couldn’t be doing all that (I know, go figure right). So, I explain this to her and start making my way to the door. Well, she reaches over, grabs a pistol out the drawer and tells me she’s going to walk me to my car. Of course, I’m like what the deal with the gat baby. She’s like, I want to make sure I’m safe. We get’s to my car and she tells me that if I try to leave, she’ll shoot my tires out. Did I mention I was in my mama’s car?!?!?!?!!? So, I’m like yeah right and proceeds to head to the drivers side of the car. She then cocks the heat. Mind you, its like midnight during the week, so its quite as hell. So, the sound of the bullet entering the chamber was crystal damn clear.

Okay, I gotta do some work. I’ll finish of the Second Thing and some of the other “Things” later.

The phone rings….
Phem: Yo Dulu
Me: What up Phem?
P: You know my homegirl Net you use to light weight date.
M: Yeah, what about her?
P: Word on the street is that the dude she use to date right before ya’ll started hangin out, is on the DL
M: Say Word?
P: Yep. As soon as I heard about it, I thought about you because I know you and sis had some history. So, you should get yourself checked.
M: That’s been a few years ago and I’ve been tested a couple of times since I dealt with her, so I’m good. I appreciate the phone call though.

This is a true story, just happened last night 4/7/06. Funny thing is, I had just put the finishing touches on the blog I was going to post next. Then this came up, so I am putting the other one on the back burner for now.

Ironically enough, I saw Net in November of 05, even hung out with her for a second (just dinner, nothing more). I was seriously considering “reconnecting” with her because a cat was long overdue for a touch up. I had been out a long term relationship for a couple of months and had decided to chill on the sex for a minute. Why? Because I didn’t want to sleep with some random chick and then have to expend the energy pretending to be “busy” so that I wouldn’t have to keep spending time with her. Anyway, by the time I saw Net, them two months of no sex had my vision real blurry. I know two month’s is nothing, but after you’ve had someone to roll onto consistently for a couple of years, two months seems like a damn life time. Sex is a funny thing, not enough of it and too much of it, can have identical affects……both can cloud your judgment. Anyway, hung out with Net, grabbed something to eat, and toyed with the idea of a quickie. I can’t front, I keep a pack of matches in my back pocket, just in case I feel like turning up the heat and playing with a little fire. But sitting across the table and looking into Net’s eyes made a brotha real leery. She was already looking at a brotha all starry-eyed and I hadn’t laid a finger on her three years. So, I decided against striking that match and just thanked her for hanging out and ran some drag about seeing her again soon. Of course, I haven’t. Guess my judgment hadn’t gotten that bad after all (ha ha).

Fast forward 5 months to today and I’m getting a call saying Net’s ex dude was a homo. I’m not going to get in to the semantics of gay vs. bi-sexual, vs. bi-curious. The way I see it, if you a dude having intimate relations with a dude then all involved dudes are officially gayolas period.

This DL ish has been out of hand for a long time. But the closer it comes to home, the more paranoid I’m getting. It goes without saying that the DL dudes are the scum of the effin planet. This playing both sides, pretending to be something their not is putting all of us at risk. Them cats need to be straight up with these women and stop fakin the funk. I could go on for days about what the homos should do, but truth be told they are not going to man up and be honest, so the responsibility falls on the woman to make better decisions about the guys they sleep with.

Jabari A.D. Ndulu

Jabari A.D. Ndulu, sole proprietor of Ndulu's Corner is officially on the blog scene. My lil big sis, Royce's Daughter has jumped into this bloggin thing with both feet. It seems like way too much fun, so there is no way I'm letting her roll with out me.

About me, first and foremost, I'm a Black Man. The name Jabari Ndulu was given to me, well funny enough, by Royce's Daughter (She issued out six other names to the crew, but we'll save that story for later). Ndulu's Corner is where I have set up shop. I have a portable soap box and a pocket sized bull horn, so I'm ready to let a cat have it at the drop of a dime. I need to disclose up front, that if you are the thin skinned, sensitive type, you should consider taking the long way home to avoid trekin down my block.

Now, in an effort to make Ndulu's Corner a little more interesting, I'll be doing more than just pontificating. I'll be telling some stories...trust, I got a lot of stories. Of course, I'll change the names/places to protect the guilty and the innocent.

Let's get it going....

Jabari A.D. Ndulu