Sistar SunRA's Blog - Posts Tagged "real"
Quoting King of Clubs
Chapter 7:
Big Shot/Blood Diamond
Told by Darius Cyrus Jefferson
“You look very festive, Man-Di-sa!” G.D. flirted, eyeing at her tight pants, cheerful. “Looking like a Christmas cookie! I just need to take a bite!”
“You’d drool all over her without your teeth in, Gary…Sit down!” Sophie hissed, pushing G.D. back in his chair. She messed with Mandisa’s ponytail. “I love your hair, Diva. You’re so beautiful…Hakim…I’ll whip you if you
run her off.”
“Granny! I’m not going to run Mandisa anywhere! I love her!” Hakim grumbled as he jumped over Lionel on the sofa and landed on his head.
“Hakim, get yo ass off of me! You better not fart either!” Lionel screamed, struggling to pull himself from beneath Hakim. Hakim moved over as Lionel sat up and died laughing. “That’s why I keep saying you’re gay, Hakim! How you gonna put yo nuts on my neck like that?!”
Mandisa laughed, sitting on the sofa, and I sat next to her as I offered her the black bag’s ping handles. She set it on the floor and smiled, looking around at everyone. G.D. raised his gray eyebrows and offered Mandisa a box.
“You didn’t have to get me anything, Granddaddy!” Mandisa gasped, embarrassed.
“It’s your first Christmas with us, so you deserve to get something to help you feel like family, Baby Doll,” G.D. replied, waiting with a smile on his crinkled-up face…looking like Lionel…even sounds like Lionel when he yells. “Go ahead and open it, Sweetie?”
Mandisa tore off the paper and covered her mouth. She smiled flushed, saying, “I love it!”
She took the framed picture of the Dunn family out, displaying it to everyone. G.D., Sophie, Lionel, their Dad, Luther, Ms. Vivianne, and Hakim there smiling sweetly. It looked like an old Christmas picture with them wearing red sweaters and matching smiles. Hakim even had a giant grin on his face. Hakim stared at it and nodded, smiling to himself.
“I remember this picture. I was seven, and we had it done at the mall when we went to see you in Georgia, Grandma Sophie!” Hakim laughed. “I never saw it after we took it.”
Lionel stared at the picture and said, “I want one of these too!”
“I got you all one! I found the card and had them blown up for the family. Man-di-sa has been asking for a picture where you’re all smiling,” G.D. laughed. Granddaddy had one for all of us. But he handed me a blue box. “Open it, Cyrus?!”
I tore it open and laughed. It was a picture of Hakim, Lionel, and me when we were kids. We were doing poses like gangsters in the front yard. I must have been eleven.
Lionel chuckled, pointing to his braids, “That’s when we first started kicking it strong, Cyrus! I was just eight, look at my hair! Hakim’s mean-ass looks more gangster than all of us!”
“Shut up!” Hakim laughed, pushing Lionel’s forehead.
“Real gangsters don’t smile for pictures!”
“Grandaddy! Oh, God!” Lionel screamed, opening his picture. He held it up. It was Lionel and May-May on their bikes in the yard. “This is perfect! G.D., where did you find this?!”
“You know Sophie, and I took pictures of you kids all the time. I had a bad-ass camera. That closet in the hall has over 15 albums of nothing but pictures we took over the years. We went through all of them and found some memories I had forgotten back when Sophie and I were the finest thangs on Earth!” G.D. laughed as he showed us a picture of him and Sophie at the wedding when Luther and Vivianne got married! “Sexy Woman!”
Hakim and Lionel were laughing at their Grandad as he smacked Sophie on the behind. She was covering her mouth, laughing with Mandisa. I had to agree! Grandma Sophie was a fine woman back in the gap! She was light like Mandisa with curves, too. Grandma Sophie looked like she could have been a model with her thickness. Oh, my! G.D….you dog! Grandma Sophie still looked good for a woman in her 70s.
“Mr. Dunn! You look just like Lionel! Oh, my God! So handsome and tall!” Mandisa laughed, coloring at the picture.
“Girl, I was too fine for words!” G.D. teased Mandisa. “I may not have my leg, but I can still work it out!”
“Mr. Dunn, No!” Mandisa screamed, falling on me.
“Gary, you gonna leave Mandisa alone!” Sophie giggled as G.D. caught her. Sophie looked over. “Hakim, aren’t you going to open your picture?”
Hakim leered and unwrapped his picture. He sucked his lips and nodded and chuckled, “G.D., you the nigga of the year! Oh, man!”
He showed us the picture of his mother and father with the Black Panther Organization. They were at a rally, and Ms. Vivianne was speaking, and Mr. Luther was standing guard armed to the teeth. He looked just like Hakim when he was mad. Mrs. Dunn looked like she was nearly in tears speaking. Black berets, jackets, afros, and the picture just screamed ‘Power to the People!’
“How old were they in this photo?” I asked G.D.
“Let’s see…that picture was taken…about 1974 after Luther came from the war. He was 22, and Viv was 19, so yeah…They both went to the University of California to meet Mr. Huey Newton.
‘Luther was against activism because of his military service. But Viv hated things back then here. She told him that she wasn’t going to be with a slave to the system…Luther got his shit together for that girl,” G.D. laughed, moving his glasses.
(End of Excerpt)
Big Shot/Blood Diamond
Told by Darius Cyrus Jefferson
“You look very festive, Man-Di-sa!” G.D. flirted, eyeing at her tight pants, cheerful. “Looking like a Christmas cookie! I just need to take a bite!”
“You’d drool all over her without your teeth in, Gary…Sit down!” Sophie hissed, pushing G.D. back in his chair. She messed with Mandisa’s ponytail. “I love your hair, Diva. You’re so beautiful…Hakim…I’ll whip you if you
run her off.”
“Granny! I’m not going to run Mandisa anywhere! I love her!” Hakim grumbled as he jumped over Lionel on the sofa and landed on his head.
“Hakim, get yo ass off of me! You better not fart either!” Lionel screamed, struggling to pull himself from beneath Hakim. Hakim moved over as Lionel sat up and died laughing. “That’s why I keep saying you’re gay, Hakim! How you gonna put yo nuts on my neck like that?!”
Mandisa laughed, sitting on the sofa, and I sat next to her as I offered her the black bag’s ping handles. She set it on the floor and smiled, looking around at everyone. G.D. raised his gray eyebrows and offered Mandisa a box.
“You didn’t have to get me anything, Granddaddy!” Mandisa gasped, embarrassed.
“It’s your first Christmas with us, so you deserve to get something to help you feel like family, Baby Doll,” G.D. replied, waiting with a smile on his crinkled-up face…looking like Lionel…even sounds like Lionel when he yells. “Go ahead and open it, Sweetie?”
Mandisa tore off the paper and covered her mouth. She smiled flushed, saying, “I love it!”
She took the framed picture of the Dunn family out, displaying it to everyone. G.D., Sophie, Lionel, their Dad, Luther, Ms. Vivianne, and Hakim there smiling sweetly. It looked like an old Christmas picture with them wearing red sweaters and matching smiles. Hakim even had a giant grin on his face. Hakim stared at it and nodded, smiling to himself.
“I remember this picture. I was seven, and we had it done at the mall when we went to see you in Georgia, Grandma Sophie!” Hakim laughed. “I never saw it after we took it.”
Lionel stared at the picture and said, “I want one of these too!”
“I got you all one! I found the card and had them blown up for the family. Man-di-sa has been asking for a picture where you’re all smiling,” G.D. laughed. Granddaddy had one for all of us. But he handed me a blue box. “Open it, Cyrus?!”
I tore it open and laughed. It was a picture of Hakim, Lionel, and me when we were kids. We were doing poses like gangsters in the front yard. I must have been eleven.
Lionel chuckled, pointing to his braids, “That’s when we first started kicking it strong, Cyrus! I was just eight, look at my hair! Hakim’s mean-ass looks more gangster than all of us!”
“Shut up!” Hakim laughed, pushing Lionel’s forehead.
“Real gangsters don’t smile for pictures!”
“Grandaddy! Oh, God!” Lionel screamed, opening his picture. He held it up. It was Lionel and May-May on their bikes in the yard. “This is perfect! G.D., where did you find this?!”
“You know Sophie, and I took pictures of you kids all the time. I had a bad-ass camera. That closet in the hall has over 15 albums of nothing but pictures we took over the years. We went through all of them and found some memories I had forgotten back when Sophie and I were the finest thangs on Earth!” G.D. laughed as he showed us a picture of him and Sophie at the wedding when Luther and Vivianne got married! “Sexy Woman!”
Hakim and Lionel were laughing at their Grandad as he smacked Sophie on the behind. She was covering her mouth, laughing with Mandisa. I had to agree! Grandma Sophie was a fine woman back in the gap! She was light like Mandisa with curves, too. Grandma Sophie looked like she could have been a model with her thickness. Oh, my! G.D….you dog! Grandma Sophie still looked good for a woman in her 70s.
“Mr. Dunn! You look just like Lionel! Oh, my God! So handsome and tall!” Mandisa laughed, coloring at the picture.
“Girl, I was too fine for words!” G.D. teased Mandisa. “I may not have my leg, but I can still work it out!”
“Mr. Dunn, No!” Mandisa screamed, falling on me.
“Gary, you gonna leave Mandisa alone!” Sophie giggled as G.D. caught her. Sophie looked over. “Hakim, aren’t you going to open your picture?”
Hakim leered and unwrapped his picture. He sucked his lips and nodded and chuckled, “G.D., you the nigga of the year! Oh, man!”
He showed us the picture of his mother and father with the Black Panther Organization. They were at a rally, and Ms. Vivianne was speaking, and Mr. Luther was standing guard armed to the teeth. He looked just like Hakim when he was mad. Mrs. Dunn looked like she was nearly in tears speaking. Black berets, jackets, afros, and the picture just screamed ‘Power to the People!’
“How old were they in this photo?” I asked G.D.
“Let’s see…that picture was taken…about 1974 after Luther came from the war. He was 22, and Viv was 19, so yeah…They both went to the University of California to meet Mr. Huey Newton.
‘Luther was against activism because of his military service. But Viv hated things back then here. She told him that she wasn’t going to be with a slave to the system…Luther got his shit together for that girl,” G.D. laughed, moving his glasses.
(End of Excerpt)
