Yo: hey hey Sonny.

Sonny: aint shit brother. Just trying to flourish out here. What’s good tho?

Yo: Can’t complain. You know Homecoming this week. You writing your blog again or nah

Sonny: is an elephant heavy? I’m coming back baby

48 hours from now, Hillen and Argonne will be filled to capacity with melanin oozing from their pores as they enter the latest edition of Morgan State University homecoming. Homecoming is the metropolis of black excellence. Every field of human endeavor will be represented. Doctors, lawyers, teachers, engineers, therapists, entrepreneurs and others will be there ready to reclaim their Morgan State time. After watching a bootleg edition of Hidden Colors 6, it was revealed that Morgan State homecoming was the real reason why Jesus wept. Homecoming is going to be thicker than a lunch lady mustache and we are all here for it. Homecoming brings that nostalgic vibe like the first time you heard Uproar on the Carter 5. I wonder how many people went to Patient First for shoulder pain after trying to do the Harlem shake. As always with events like this, there are guidelines you need to adhere to or your homecoming experience will be short lived.

Rule 1: Babysitter

Parenthood is the most rewarding job an individual can have so why not have one day when you can unwind and let your hair down and have a good time because reality kicks in and it’s back to the routine. For those that are pregnant now, please use precaution and if necessary call Violet from the Incredibles to create a force field to protect you and that young king/queen you are about to bring into the world. If you have a newborn baby, leave that baby at home. If you have to bring the baby make sure they are in a HAZMAT suit. You have no idea what germs these people are carrying. People are sweating, drinking, smoking, using the bathroom and not washing their hands. People trying to kiss the baby on the cheek after they just kissed a dick like yo, my nigga you wilin. If you can’t find a babysitter have no fear, there are babysitting services available at Homecoming. Shout out to the genius who went to Shark Tank to pitch this idea. Another shout out goes to Netta for posting this flyer on Facebook. Besides Ms. Helen, Netta may be the unsung hero of Morgan State. For the record, MCM’s and WCW’s will be nice to each other this week because they want the other person to babysit this weekend. To avoid any let down just line up that babysitter now or face the consequences. Babysitters are going to be the hottest thing on the market since the Kavanaugh trial.

Rule 2: Grooming

If you get your haircut the day of homecoming make sure you wash your hair. You don’t want loose hairs all over the place. You hug a girl and now she got a 5 o’clock shadow. Choose your beard products wisely. I know you want your beard to look like Black Thought from the Roots but if you misuse the products and your beard smell like rancid yogurt then your day is done. Now you getting the Heisman from all the women and getting roasted in all the GroupMe’s across the nation. Also, if you are a hairy individual, trim that shit. Can’t be walking around looking like a yeti in 75-80 degree weather. Today is not the day to experiment with cologne you ain’t familiar with. You don’t want to OD and get roasted like the dude in Anchorman when he put on that sex panther cologne. Go with what you know even if you have to take a scratch and sniff from JcPenney.

Ladies, you aren’t exempt for this rule. Make sure you apply the proper makeup to face ratio. Can’t have you looking like a dark and light skin Michael Jackson at the same time. If you haven’t already, consult your makeup person and get some tips or budget a consultation with a MUA sales rep. The same way y’all look at a guys’ shapeup is the same way we look at those baby hairs. If you need a toothbrush and some blue magic before you walk out the house then do that shit. Also, ladies if you plan on wearing a skirt make sure you shave man. You can’t be wearing a skirt but your legs look like wrangler jeans. Have some couth. Make sure you apply the proper deodorant/BMI ratio for Saturday’s festivities.

Rule 3: Drink Responsibly

I know common sense aint so common especially when dealing with alcohol consumption. If you haven’t been to MSU homecoming in a while there are 2 individuals that have the alcohol game on lockdown and that is Mo Wilson and Sammie Johnson. Mo has already declared that the more you tip the more aggressive he will pour not to mention Sammie has been nicknamed Hen’Challa so please govern yourself accordingly. You can end up smooth like Henny Lattimore, Hen Griffey, Henny Lofton and even Henny G if you mixed with something or you can end up like Groove from House party or Weekend at Bernie’s. Whether you are on campus or at the tailgate the alcohol levels will be at an all-time high. This isn’t for the faint at heart. You must give your vital organs a pep talk the same way Kane’s grandfather did in Menace II Society. Your organs will go as hard as Jon Snow in Game of Thrones but after that last shot of Henny your whole body turns into the blob from Hotel Transylvania. Please know your liquor tolerance. If your tongue starts to turn white and your mouth is consistently dry then stop immediately. We are too old to be rumbling, fumbling and stumbling. Now you got physical therapy 4 days a week because you tore your ACL and couldn’t stand on your own two feet.

Rule 4: Support each other

In this divisive world we live in today it is imperative to support each other and their endeavors and don’t immediately ask for the homey discount. Be prepared to pay full price for their quality work, but if they give it to you at a discount then that’s a different story. Here are some people in different fields we can support as they begin to brand themselves:

Art- Antonio Moore

Music: Sam Malone, Driz Lo

Literature: I call these people the Justice League of Literature: Archie Barlow, JoRell Whitfield, Carl Michel’, Tsanonda Edwards, Lillian Mitchell aka Regina King according to white yo from This is Us.

Clothing: Trix with OIA, Carmen Green, Ron Green (What’s Up African?)

Catering: Will Lewis

Restaurant: Ifeanyi Nwoko (Montego Bar and Grille)

Makeup: Lauren Johnson, Heather Campbell

The list goes on and on and the best part of this is that these are all Morgan alum. If you can’t support then shame on you and all your complaints against other businesses become null and void

Rule 5: Know the Weather

With technology at our fingertips there is no excuse why you aren’t properly dressed for homecoming. Do your due diligence and make sure are dressed for the occasion. However, the weather can be like Rudy Giuliani because the truth isn’t the truth. Currently, the weather for Saturday is 72 degrees which is perfect hoody weather. Fellas, guard your hoodies like you guard your player on 2K because Swiper will be out in full effect. Please check the forecast Saturday morning and decide your outfit from that because it could be chilly like a woman’s response when a man says, ‘why you aint smiling’ or it could be lit like Kings Dominion during Black College Weekend. If you know you know-Pusha T voice. Please have multiple outfits because if its Homecoming 2013 when it was 90 degrees, a lot of us will be melting like the wicked witch of the west in Wizard of Oz. Fellas, I know it’s October and you think you are in the clear but if you are a big nigga you are never in the clear. Have your washrag on deck at all times.

Rule 6: Know your Priorities

Before every homecoming you have to make adult decisions such as which bill am I going to pay, which one I am going to let slide until the following week. Am I eating Hot dogs and baked beans for the week just to save up for a party? Who is going to watch these kids (refer to rule 1 if you forgot already)? If you haven’t secured the time off from work yet, don’t be an idiot and do a no call no show. Look you knew 2 weeks ago when the party flyers starting coming out who was throwing what and when and where. If you frugal look for the parties that have the free cover (i.e. Montego Bar and Grille Friday Night see the flyer from Kian Gumbs for further details. Shit that party has a free buffet. Can’t go wrong with that at all). You don’t have to go broke in order to have fun this weekend. Don’t OD before you get paid with a reality check that your ass can’t cash. You living your best life now if you take the F out you are living your best lie. Get your priorities straight before you turn into Jada Pinkett from Set it off and have to fuck that old man for your gas and electric bill. If you have to turn into Jason Pitts for this weekend, that is ok, just find ways you can indulge and still have something for the following week. We are all responsible adults so moderation is key but if you have everything under control then take this weekend and fuck it all the way up.

Rule 7: Greetings

Nothing more special than seeing black people greet each other with love. The handshake is a bond between two individuals that shows mutual respect for one another and can generate lifelong friendships. Aint nothing like seeing you dap 10 individuals with 10 different handshakes and be genuinely happy with each other’s presence.

If you see 2 men greeting each other:

M1: ok ok, I see you play boy. Out here flourishing and shit


M2: sheeeeeeeeit nigga that’s you. You the one with the red cup. I’m tryna get like you fa real

M1: yea ard. Keep doing ya thing. Proud of you yo

M2: my nigga *handshake*

Since, ladies travel in packs it will be: Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia, Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia, Teresa, Monica, Sharron, Nicki, Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky,  Cookie, well, I met her in a food truck line, Tonya, Diane, Lori, and Carla, Marina, Selena, Katrina, Sabrina, about three Kim’s, LaToya, and Tina, Shelley, Bridget, Cathy, Rasheeda, Kelly, Nicole, Angel, Juanita, Stacy, Tracie, Rohna, and Ronda, Donna, Ulanda, Tawana, and Wanda walking across the bridge then they see you:

Them:  *screams all loud* KISHA

Kisha: hey girl

Them: yes ma’am. Won’t SHE do it. well come on hair. Come thru body. Yaaaaaaaaaaaas. Work it out hunty

Kisha: girl stop. Naw keep going

Embrace the love and enjoy yourself

Rule 8: Tailgating

I was listening to Sam Malone the other day and he has a song that symbolizing what you should do at the tailgate. It’s called Settle Down. In the hook, he says ‘seen too many dark nights, that’s why I sometime leave the car parked nights and settle down, settle down, settle down, settle down’. The tailgate is homecoming inside of homecoming. I can honestly say that I’m not washed but I’m in the laundry basket though. Like, I’m too old to be on campus and in the suite trying to get some NUPE juice but I ain’t old enough to be in the alumni tent by Montebello. I’ve been a NUPE 15 years now, what I look like searching for a young nigga to make sure I get a plate with some NUPE juice like I ain’t an OG but at some point you gotta realize that aint the scene for you. You gotta keep it real with yourself and just go to greener pastures which is the tailgate across the street. Picture this: Over a thousand people. Melanin is popping like Orville Redenbacher and skin is glistening like a chicken box from Sunny’s and there is nothing but space and opportunity for a story that only Zane can write. It’s gonna be tons of food, liquor, music and people reminiscing on the good times they had at Morgan State. This is the party before the party. Listen closely if you know on a normal Saturday night you inside chilling with no makeup or a bra on, please know your body will not be ready for a tailgate at MSU. You must start your homecoming prep about a month ago. You have to train like Floyd Mayweather for this event because once the sun goes down Friday night you may not sleep again until Monday Morning. It might be wise to take Monday off if you have that type of flexibility. Alert your body now because the DJ will be going ham with the Philly Set, Diplomats set, Reggae, Baltimore Club, Go-go, NYC shit and now you need a nap before you go to the real party. Ladies make sure you are prepared for anything especially when you hear, “Cash money records taking over for the 99-2000”. Those lyrics will be relevant forever and ass clapping must commence upon hearing this.

Rule 9: Breast to Chest Hug

Some rules will never change and breast to chest hugs is one of them. Listen it’s homecoming weekend. Face it you will be doing a lot of handshakes and hugging. If you have a jealous partner that turns into a security guard for Beyoncé then leave that nigga home. Homecoming is the time where Christian hugs are thrown by the wayside and it’s nothing but breast to chest. Fellas make sure your neck is bathed thoroughly- king jaffe jofer voice from coming to America. Your hug should be like when Will and Jada see each other after a long day at work. Weak hugs will be dismissed. Tread lightly with the hug though because you can’t be all brick on a lady without her consent. This MeToo movement is real and it aint worth the risk. On the other hand it could turn into an Xvideos shoot. Either way, homecoming is your time to flourish

Rule 10: Let the Greeks Build

This is a monumental year for many Greeks in their perspective organization which means they are going to talk that shit on Saturday. There will be all types of exclusive fashion choices and downright pandemonium. Just let the Greeks live man. 2003 was one hell of a year for Morgan State. You had AKA’s, Deltas, Kappas, Sigmas and Iotas cross that year and best believe they came to take names. I have an over/under with respect to Greek members:

Over/under: 3 fathers snatched by Carmen Green. But that will be reduced to 2 because one of them will have green bubbles

Over/under: 2 marriage proposals for Kamilah Goodrich. But that may increase to 3 or decrease to 1 after she finds out you’re a Ravens fan

Over/under: 5 of these conversations, “you know I’ve always had feelings for you since Dr. Fleetwood class”

What a time to be alive ladies and gentlemen. I know there are more rules but this should get you through another homecoming at the national treasure known as Morgan State University,

Fair Morgan


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Day of Hope

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On Saturday, August 18th, 2018 I was a volunteer for a Day of Hope located on the grounds of Freedom Temple AME Zion Church amongst various other churches and organizations. We passed out food for the less fortunate, gave away over 400 backpacks to school children, clothes giveaway, a prayer tent, job employment assistance, mental health awareness, a bounce house and overall good fun. I felt led to volunteer at this event because it’s all about giving back especially when others have helped you. I know that my job title may be an Engineer but my Earth title is to help others and be a servant to the Lord. I try to be the best representation of his ideals and principles; consequently I fall short every day. Thankfully, I get another chance when I wake up in the morning. I realize that God has put me in situations as a reminder that anything can happen to you but with HIM, I can get through it. So to see these people be blessed with groceries, potential job placement, school supplies and overall support from total strangers is what life is all about. Why wouldn’t I want to be a part of that? I knew the workload would be heavy but I got broad shoulders so I am used to this.

Before the events started we had a meeting outside with the coordinator and we greeted each other and this lady named Faith came to me and said that God told her to tell me that I’m an unsung hero. This was a powerful statement because I truly feel that God was speaking to me through her and to add the fact that her name is Faith and with the current situations I have going on in my life, I need faith to order to keep myself sane this is just confirmation or how my friends like to call it ‘STAMP’. I look at myself in three arenas: Spiritual, mental and physical. Physical attractions are common, a mental connection is rare, a spiritual connection is divine. In my opinion the spiritual is most important because it’s the foundation of existence. It’s the moral fabric that keeps us all grounded. Once the spirit is broken then the mental follows suit because now your mind feels that these trials and tribulations are your destiny and there is no comeback. With mental health awareness being on the forefront, it is pivotal that the mental aspect not be overlooked. To be honest, I go through struggles everyday more mental than physical but I must remain strong for my family and friends. I know that my mental struggles have caused conflict with my wife. Luckily, we have a strong base of communication where we can talk these things out. To be 100 percent honest, I need help.  There are times that I battle with not fitting in; being inadequate to those I love the most and feeling inferior. I know my wife says I can talk to her about anything and normally I do but I don’t want to be a burden to her. Through prayer it has re-established my spiritual arena; however it is imperative to have a strong mental foundation because it can affect your physical state because now at this point you don’t give a fuck and the first thing people see is your physical.

There is a 5 letter word known for destruction and it’s called the DEVIL, a known adversary since the beginning of time and normally the person that gets credit for any misfortune. Always remember that life is warfare. For all the good things you try to accomplish there will be someone or something trying to extinguish your candle of light but never stop trying. Also, stop giving the Devil so much credit. Another 5 letter word known for destruction is PRIDE. Having large amounts of pride will convoluted your thought process which can lead to your ultimate demise. It happens to us all. Pride has gotten the best of me a few times in my life and it almost cost me my marriage because I felt my season should have been now but the Lord had other plans and it’s that recognition that despite my thoughts, I am still here shows that a higher power is present in my life. I felt that as an Engineer with a Master’s Degree, I shouldn’t settle for any job and I damn sure shouldn’t be at social services trying to get food stamps or a ticket to a food pantry. My name is Sonny for crying out loud, but those events showed that I’m susceptible to anything but it’s how I deal with adversity that builds my character. There is a 5 letter word known for countering the devil and your pride and that is JESUS. Like I said earlier life is warfare but with Him on my side and wearing His armor for protection, I will not be defeated. I may be bloody but not unbowed.

I want us to live everyday with hope. I know that may be hard at times especially with the social climate of America and dealing with your own personal struggles. I want us to not look like what we are going through. This can be difficult for me because my facial expression normally dictate my mood. It wasn’t until I became familiar with the story of John the Baptist death that I must strive to not look like what I am going through.  John the Baptist was known for speaking so highly about Jesus and how He was the one to be praised. He became a popular preacher and according to Matthew 3:13-17 he baptized Jesus. 13 Then Jesus came from Galilee to the Jordan to be baptized by John.14 But John tried to deter him, saying, “I need to be baptized by you, and do you come to me?” 15 Jesus replied, “Let it be so now; it is proper for us to do this to fulfill all righteousness.” Then John consented. 16 As soon as Jesus was baptized, he went up out of the water. At that moment heaven was opened, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and alighting on him. 17 And a voice from heaven said, “This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.” John’s story ends in tragedy when he is killed by King Herod Antipas. John was imprisoned by King Herod because he publicly criticized his marriage to Herodias who was once married to his brother. Deep down King Herod didn’t want to kill him because he recognized how important John was but his PRIDE got in the way. After granting his stepdaughter/niece anything she wanted she was coaxed by her mother to ask for John’s head on a platter. Bound by his own words, he did what the girl wanted and she even had the nerve to deliver his head to his mother. Jesus was devastated to find out that his older cousin, John has been killed and decides to retreat to a place of solemn to grieve with his disciples. As you recall he wept over Lazarus but this one hurt him to the core. Even though no one was supposed to find out where he was, a multitude of people came looking for help for Jesus. Despite what he was going through, he knew that he had to help others.

I mention this story because throughout our own trials and tribulations, there is a multitude of people that look up to you for guidance, strength and understanding. Don’t let turmoil alter your spiritual state for it’s this foundation that continues to keep us pushing. Continue to be the unsung hero for your actions do not go in vain. Continue to let your Earth title trump your job title because you can lose everything today. Leaders are remembered but a servant never dies. Let everyday be a continuation of hope.  Will it be easy? Of course not but remember victory no matter how brief it is sticks with a person. Some people dream of a second chance thanks to God we are living it.



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Saturday Night Live

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Saturday morning comes bright and early as the alarm goes off at promptly 6:30 and I let the Grayson buffet begin. They had the usual continental breakfast lineup but because the manager invited to me to partake in their feast I felt obligated to go ham. I bring plate after plate back to room and as I open the door she is awaken to the fresh smell of Belgian waffles and I look like the man. Now you remember how I brought up finances earlier, well we didn’t have a lot but we had enough for some water ice. We sit down and become immersed with the scenery; whether it’s the cloud to blue sky ratio or the wind ever so gently blowing the leaves on the trees. It had a euphoric setting for a full marriage ministry conversation because we can discuss our strengths, weaknesses and goals (short and long term). I felt a connection with my wife at that moment and throughout the conversation despite some of the trials and tribulations we are experiencing right now, a woman jumps out of a car with a shirt saying “God is Enough”. Mind blown. Now if that aint a holy slap to the face then I don’t know what it is. It put everything into perspective and the only thing I said after seeing this was, “I see ya big fella. Well played Lord well played” Normally, I would expect this loud boom when God wants to talk to me but in all actuality it’s the small things like this that make you say whoa.

We prepare for this fancy Groupon dinner at this steakhouse. My wife got on a colorful dress with jewelry, makeup and sandals looking like Lane Bryant page 7 under New Arrivals section. We arrive at the restaurant and it gave me a Bronx Tale vibe. I felt like I should have had on all black with a leather jacket like the Fonz and a Fedora and my wife should have had on a skirt that poof out like one of those dresses you would see in Grease with the Easter church socks and black and white uniform shoes. You had the Bronx Tale soundtrack playing in the background creating the nostalgic setting. Walking in the restaurant all you hear is “sha bop da bop….sha bop da bop…sha bop da bop wee uuu wee uuu  sha bop da bop….I only have eyes for youuuuuuuuu yeah”(to keep it all the way a thousand, this quartet isn’t better than the New Jack City trio singing Living for the City but back to the story). The bartender greets with us the salute and yelled out we got a deuce deuce here. There was a section closed off with a curtain so we thinking no one is allowed back there but that area is lit. I wonder if it was a coming home party for one of the gangsters. It’s a few young couples in there and there’s two older women in the restaurant (remember the two older women as the story goes on).  I see everybody ordering surf and turf buying drinks and I’m like oh these young cats out here getting busy. I knew the food would be great when the owner who looked like Pauly from Goodfellas came out the kitchen yelling, “Make sure you caramelize the onions. We run a business over here and more bread pronto”. He is talking to all the guests then he notices something has gone awry. He approaches the young couple and says:

Owner: you enjoying the food

Customer: yeah

Owner: good. I’m glad to hear that. Wait a minute young fella. Why you got that lady purse on the floor. Whatsthematterwityou (yeah I know all one word) then smacks the man’s cheek twice and the man has this befuddled look on his face (think Charlie Murphy after Rick James gave him the 5 fingers to the face) You know that’s bad luck. You don’t want bad luck with a lady looking like that.  Enjoy your meal.

He then kissed her hand and walked away like a boss. As he walked away he saw me and gave me the head nod and the salute.

Wife: you really think you Sonny or something

Me: I see you hatin wit cha hatin ass.

The waiter comes to check on us and I say:

Me: Let me holla at you real quick yo. Look man we on this Groupon ya dig don’t blow the shit up just putting you on alert

Waiter: don’t worry boss. I got you

Me: my man- Denzel Washington voice

For a second I felt embarrassed because everybody else is eating like it’s the last supper and arguably the biggest person in the restaurant is eating conservative. Go figure. So as the other couples are leaving, every guy with your lady yelling all loud…’so uh yeah we on a Groupon’. Like there was a table of 6 people trying to use 3 Groupons at one time and I had to shed a thug tear because look at all these young Jason Pitts in the making. It was like there was concession stands workers at a baseball game, “groupon here, I got a groupon here, 25 dollars for 50 dollars’ worth of food here”. The bill came up to only 9.00 and I had this vision that Julius, Jason Pitts, Mr. Krabs and I’m gonna git chu sucka asking how much for one rib Chris Rock are smiling down at me while Detrick Haddon‘s choir singing “well done you can come on in” as I just entered the Frugal Hall of Fame.  Things couldn’t get any better right…

As we leaving the restaurant, it’s a big commotion outside where all these people are running so of course my wife and I look at each other like yo this shit look like back home but it was something worse. Remember those two old ladies I mentioned earlier, well they are lying face down in concrete bleeding profusely as they were just hit by a car. Talk about being shook daddy for real. To see these ladies who just said hi and bye to us a minutes ago laying in a pool of blood not moving…good grief-Charlie Brown voice. Nothing else mattered at that moment but the health of these two strangers. By the time the ambulance came they were both conscious and help was being administered. This made the phrase, “here today gone tomorrow” very vivid and it makes you appreciate every day you have on Earth. Yeah you will go through trials and tribulations but within a blink of an eye it can turn into a victory or it can turn into your departure from Earth. I am thankful to share the experiences that I have with my wife, kids, family members, brothers and friends but I can sum up this whole weekend and what’s going on in my life in 3 words: God is enough.

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This is Us


This weekend I had the pleasure of taking my wife on a little getaway because this past month has been as busy as the beginning, middle and end of tax season. So I have this idea of taking my wife somewhere where she can relax, eat, sleep and not worry about the children. In order to accomplish this, I had to channel my inner Julius from Everyone Hates Chris. See I’m more of a value package type of guy this whole a la carte buying shit is overrated and can be downright expensive. So one night I fell asleep and a frugal angel appeared in my dream and said loudly, ‘Check out the Travel section of Groupon big fella.’ The next day I woke up with a new sense of purpose as I entered the Groupon world like an intern the first day of work at a big company.

My checklist was: King size bed, refrigerator, microwave, parking, breakfast and some good places to eat because my wife is my Man vs. Food partner. So I decided on an area close to Philly since she loves cheesesteaks and the last time we ordered one, I ordered it like I was back in Baltimore and let’s just say this didn’t end well.  This is us in a nutshell.

Friday morning comes and all bags is packed and I’m getting the kids outta here and the first question I ask her is: tolls or no tolls. She politely put on her shades and said ‘nigga just drive the car don’t mess up this vacation for me or imma mess up the booty reparations for you this weekend’. Sidebar: I gotta shout out Warryn Campbell, if you haven’t watched the show We’re the Campbell’s check it out because right now he is arguably the big and black is back goat because every episode his wife ask him to do something and his reply is add to this the booty reparations. Therefore, I got to driving like Morgan Freeman in that Miss Daisy flick. I had the Spotify banging and we out. As we driving we approach this bridge and for the record my wife hates bridges so as we get closer she was like, ‘oh Lord Sonny why you aint tell me there was a damn bridge. Alexa play The Battle is not yours it’s the Lord by Yolanda Adams. You know what fuck it I’m going to sleep’. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that aint no damn Alexa in the car so instead I played Apeshit because that would describe my wife at that very moment. After that was over we was back in action talking about life shit listening to whatever Spotify played. We pull up to the hotel and I noticed a Wawa so instantly I’m like shit if she wants a snack got that 5 dollar sub and I look like a hero. Winner winner chicken dinner. I love driving with my wife because we have the same taste in music so as all these white people are in the lobby here comes the Grayson’s’ with this song blasting through the speakers:

“Pussy ho, pussy ho/ Pussy ho, she a pussy ho/These niggas won’t hold me back/These hoes won’t hold me back/These hoes won’t hold me back/These niggas won’t hold me back/These niggas won’t hold me back noooooooo”

Some look in disgust but I got a head nod from a Spanish kid and he was like, ‘ok ok I see you big guy…nice truck’. I gave him the head nod and proceeded to check in. As I’m checking in the manager says:

Manager: ‘We have breakfast from 6-10 and you are more than welcome to come down. Will you be joining us for breakfast? Also, don’t forget we have lemonade and ice tea available 24 hours a day as well”

Me: Well if you are offering. Siri set alarm for 6:30 am. You know I got to give the people a head start.

Wife: If you don’t be quiet wit cho Sams from Lean on me hungry ass and don’t you even think of bringing that bottle down and making a jumbo half and half.

Me: Shidddddddddddddddd-Clay Davis voice. I’m getting busy.

The room is nice. All the amenities accounted for so I begin my plot for dinner. In my mind, I am channeling Dave Chappelle from Half Baked when he went on that date but I know my wife aint playing that shit so I have to govern myself accordingly. Then my wife says:

Wife: Hey I’m thinking about a date night involving some steak and a ritzy restaurant. You know we haven’t had a date in a while and I saw what you put in that suitcase. Wear that shirt I like and imma wear what you like and oh yeah I saw it on Groupon. Sonny are you even listening to me you got that damn ESPN on you haven’t heard anything I said.

Me: Shut up quianna just shut up. (Now I know what you thinking…this nigga crazy, he aint getting no ass at all for all we know he might die tonight) but this is what I really said

Shut up, quianna just shut up. You had me at Groupon.

Wife: boy bye. Enough about tomorrow’s dinner what about tonight my nigga. Ishkabibble’s or nah

Me: We out.

Riding to Philly blasting this new Dave East mixtape feeling like Baltimore roads with all these damn potholes, uneven paving and constant construction reminders but I trust the process (see what I did there). Pull up to the spot and my wife begins to coach me like my life was on the line and in her eyes it probably was.

Wife: look babe forget what happened last time. You got this babe. You want me to google how to properly order a cheesesteak

Me: first of all it’s only a cheesesteak. Nigga do you see this body. Does it look like I need google?

Wife: to you it’s just a cheesesteak but to me it’s culinary matrimony. You know I like it when my man takes charge.

Me: that might have been the fattest shit I ever heard and yet I’m still turned on. Aight, see what google say but turn that Bluetooth shit off I don’t want nobody hearing this.

I go to the counter and hit the girl with the mean Marshawn Lynch talk:

Me: ‘You know why I’m here. Cheesesteak wiz wit”

In a perfect world there would have been commentary during this conversation from Mark Jackson saying ‘Mama there’s goes that man” or Stuart Scott yelling “booyah” as I ordered this food correctly. I get in the car and to see my wife smile over a cheesesteak is what marriage is all about, well at least my marriage.


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A Tribe called Next



There’s nothing like supporting a brother in an endeavor when you are allowed to see his vision in the purest form. 

One of the worst stereotypes out there in this world is being a dad. Whether it’s Target putting out Baby Daddy cards or people wishing women Happy Fathers Day which is on some nut shit for real. Let’s get one thing straight, are there deadbeats dad out here yes but because the reciprocal sacrifice for the child isn’t present doesn’t make a women a father. Unfortunately, the woman has to compromise more and do more with less and prayerfully her relationship with a higher power is strengthened because it is all on her to provide for that child. Fathers come in different shades and varieties. Yea, I have a biological father who has been present from day one but they are plenty of men who have shaped me to become the man I am today. 

This weekend I attended the Father your Sons event created by my main Ant. See I known this guy for 17 years and to see the development and growth is what being a man is all about. It was good to see men and children brought together through the love of basketball. It was an event that let men know they are appreciated. As soon as you walk in the door there’s the raffle for a pair of Jordan’s which may not be a big deal for some but for me it was epic. See I didn’t get my first pair of Jordan’s until I was 32 years old as a gift for my wife. Growing up I didn’t have the luxury of being able to afford quality shoes like that and to bless someone else with that opportunity shouldn’t go unnoticed. It had the vibes of a good time. Whether it was the smell of burnt hot dogs, the opening of countless Gatorade and water bottles, to the pre game trash talking amongst men this is the beginning of something special. Not to mention there is an artist named Antonio Moore (if you know you know) live painting with the ease that only a Steph curry three pointer can emulate. To see a lot of these guys from my days as a Morgan man transition into another part of their journey is what life is all about. The handshakes, the laughter, the stories and at the same time your kid looks in amazement as they stand there like ‘you know this guy dad, you sure know a lot of people’.

But we know why we are here-Marshawn Lynch voice. We are here to see fathers live out their hoop dreams even if it is only for two hours. I know Arthur Agee and William Gates are tipping their fitteds to these men right now.  Watching this game gave me the vibe of an old Morgan State intramural game back in the day and for my son to take interest in the game is very exciting. I have my limitations with basketball; however, if you need a good screen and roll I’m your guy. Seeing men in various occupations put their basketball talents on display just shows how sports and fatherhood go together. 

This is an event that has the potential to be special and to see from the beginning stages to what it can become is what we call poetry in motion. Who knows this could become another Boo Williams or another Sonny Hill classic (see what I did there Ant with the Philly reference). It takes a village to raise a child and this village is getting stronger by the day. Salute to all those involved in this event and we as men need to continue to support these brothers and their endeavors. Right now there is no ticker tape parade, endorsement deals or anything like that just another diaper to change or a lesson to teach. But what these fathers and sons don’t know is that they are a part of something that can change lives and reveal greatness. Greatness no matter how brief it is sticks with a man forever. Every man wants a second chance but these fathers live it. Gentleman in this game called fatherhood it is a pleasure to go to war with you against the enemy for this is a game we will not lose. 

*tips fitted and put son in his seat in my minivan just to blast rick ross* 


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Father Time



Being a father of multiple kids, I have learned that parenting is challenging because you can’t parent each kid the same. Each kid has a different personality and my methods of discipline vary. They present qualities that make them unique and watching them grow is a joy and it’s hilarious when y’all interact with each other. Morgan, Reid and Hannah y’all have helped me become the father I am. Thanks yo….

Morgan- I was a young man struggling to find myself but you gave me the chance to redeem myself. I was only 25 and I just left Giant baking cookies and croissants to working part time at the League for People with Disabilities. I can’t lie I was nervous as hell. I thought your mom has diabetes because she said her feet were swelling.

Quianna: look at my feet Sonny they look swollen. They don’t look like the hamburger helper glove to you

Sonny: naw they more like thanksgiving yams for real. I mean you should go to the doctor, you might have diabetes for real. 

I couldn’t imagine being a father. I can remember your mom said her stomach was hurting and I was like ‘well we just went to Golden Corral so you probably gotta doo-doo” but in all actuality she was pregnant with you and I had to realign myself with the Almighty in order to be the best father I can possibly be. Times were rough living in the basement of your grandmothers house and still being young but your face and watching you grow up is what makes me work so hard in the first place. I have to be the best example possibly but when you get older I will embarrass you in front of your friends when you try to play me.  I love the fact that you get mad when I leave to go to the gym because you always call me Mr. incredible and that makes me feel good. One of my main objectives is to make sure that you realize that you can be loved by a man where no sex is allowed. 

Reid- I remember the day like it was yesterday when I found out she was pregnant with you. We were in shoppers looking for food and she told me she was pregnant. The year was 2012 and we also had an earthquake that year. It was caused by me because when I jumped I got stuck. Me and gravity were fighting and after awhile, gravity said you got it big fella. I was excited because before you were born, I was the last man in my family so for you to be the heir apparent made me excited and it gives me a chance to resurrect the Grayson name. You are a boy’s boy. You love to play hang out with dad and always make sure I’m careful when I go to the gym. You make sure I take care of your mom even though at times you think that’s your woman that’s my women, You are Jody and I’m Melvin you got that baby boy. I know you will be a smart, overprotective brother to all your siblings. You will be as great as you can be and I can’t wait to see this journey.

Hannah- if you were one of the incredible kids you would definitely be jack jack. You came into the world screaming and as of last night at 3 am you are still hollering Hannah. You are the ambassador of the sour patch kids but you’re so energetic and your personality is definitely better than mine when it comes to meeting people. You will speak to any and everyone and get mad when they don’t speak back. I remember your mother was trying to go to doctor for a sinus infection and the doctor asked her: 

Doctor: when was your last period 

Quianna: shit I don’t even know for real

Doctor: let’s take a pregnancy test to make sure you aren’t pregnant first 

Quianna: yea aight I ain’t pregnant 

*takes test*

Dentist: “well Mrs. Grayson you gonna have to wait at least a year because you are pregnant

Quianna: “what the fuck”

Quianna then calls me at work. 

Quianna: hey baby how you doing 

Me: you extra chipper you must be doped up from getting that tooth pulled

Quianna: well about the tooth 

Me: what it’s more teeth they have to take out. Man oh man we going to doctor Miami to get you a new mouth with this year taxes 

Quianna: well they didn’t take the tooth out because I’m pregnant. 

Me: let me hit you back yo. 

For the record I did call back when I got to my car in about 3 minutes but I got leaned on harder than ms. Tobias did joe Clarke on lean on me. 

Josiah-for the past few years your mother and I have debating on whether or not we wanted more children. See I wanted another boy if I was unsuccessful and had 3 daughters that would be nuts. Too much estrogen for me buddy. It was always in the back of my mind that I willing to do one more child but I just didn’t want to be 39 or 40 with a newborn but as Drake would say…’god’s plan…gods plan’. Your mother would say it’s either a dog or a baby. Personally I would take a baby any day because at least I can understand what you saying. So my wife planned to go to Jamaica with her Linesisters all by herself in a foreign island with no man unless they look like Winston from how Stella got her groove back. Fuck that you thought you wasn’t gonna see me. I’m the Osiris of this shit. Sonny gang is here forever motherfucker-ODB voice. With the way technology is I can track when she could be pregnant so we can better plan for you. Imagine you thought you knew your girls cycle then boom she pregnant again. A popular scripture I will enstill in you and your siblings is Proverbs Chapter 3:5-6, “trust in the Lord  with all thy heart and lean not unto your own understanding”. 

Last but not least I want to thank my wife Quianna for being the vessel to carrying all of Sonny’s kids. 

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Party at my House

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48 hours for now there will be 2 teams fighting for the right to call themselves champions of the National Football League. For the rest of us, Sunday marks another Super bowl party where there will be plenty of food, liquor, women and weed (especially if the game is a blow out). Let’s be real there will be these types of people at the party: those who love the game, those who want to eat, those who want to snapchat with football emojis and those that want to watch This is Us afterwards. To make sure that you have an eventful party please take a look at some of these rules.

  1. Television

Look if you hosting a Super bowl party, you must have a Hi—Def TV. With these new TV advancements the bare minimum is a high definition TV. We are too old for pliers and aluminum foil on the antenna to generate a signal. Face it your friends have come over to watch commercials, the game and This is Us on a Hoshi Toshi not a TV made for a bathroom.

  1. Kids

If your kids have to be breastfed, changed frequently or can’t keep still please try to find them a babysitter. Nobody got time to chase a kid around especially if there is fine china present or they got some rent-a-spoons from Rent a Center. Please monitor your kid at someone else’s house. If your kid is badder than a two year old then they ass and maybe even your ass needs to stay home or find a babysitter.

  1. Know your liquor tolerance

It will be plenty of liquor at this party and you must know your tolerance before you embarrass yourself. It will probably be some fine women at this party and you might be able to snag a young tenderloin; but if you drunk like Groove from House Party then your chances will shrink as fast as Mario hitting an object. Nothing worse than a drunken person in someone’s basement. Know your limits

  1. Ask permission before you bring someone

Imagine you tell a girl to dress up nice because we are going out and BOOM you are at your friend’s basement and all the other girls is like, “who invited her? Why is dressed like that? I guess Myron gonna give Diamond a ride home” You need to make sure you have received clearance from the host before you bring anyone else to their house.

  1. Bringing Something

If you are asked to bring something please come thru in the clutch like a perfect transmission. Fellas, if the host asks you to bring some liquor don’t bring a 6 pack of Corona Light beer but the whole time you drinking Henny straight. Are you kidding me-Reggie miller voice? Ladies, you aren’t exempt. If you are bringing food please know your audience. Do not and I repeat do not bring all vegan food to a super bowl party. Now I know you may have seen Carmen Green’s Super bowl vegan recipes on social media (shout out to you for bringing awareness and all that) and think ‘hey that’s a good idea” but it’s not. For one, she is a vegan and furthermore we aint trying to eat that shit if steak, chicken, nachos, hot wings, pizza, subs are on the menu. Have you ever been to a tailgate and you show up with the vegetable tray? What is normally their response? Exactly…Don’t be that guy.

  1. Making a plate

This rule is strictly for those with significant others who have to stay home with the kids because they didn’t follow rule 2. Please please please don’t go to this super bowl party and not bring home a plate for your lady.

Make sure you do one of the following:

  1. Ask her did she eat before you leave
  2. Ask her do you want something to eat before you leave
  3. Bring her a plate
  4. All of the above
  5. None of the above

If you choose E then you are stupid and your lady with some gas from her Wives Group on GroupMe may result in burning all your things in your car like Angela Bassett did in waiting to exhale. And to make matters worse she might delete your player on NBA2K so your road to 99 is now a zero. For real don’t be that guy ever.

  1. Please have an assortment of food

If you are hosting a super bowl party, you should have an assortment of food. Think of it as a low budget Golden Corral or a weekend selection at the refac. Make sure you have water, soda and other drinks beside alcohol because you have to work tomorrow and you can’t call off work the next day. You are too old to play the Ferris Bueller card and you are also too old to be showing up at work looking like Weekend at Bernie’s.



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Weight for it


“Yooooo. My name is Sonny and I am overweight”

“Hiiii, Sonny”

A few weeks back I went to the doctor for a normal checkup and as usual this is the conversation I have with the nurses:

Nurse: step on the scale Mr. Grayson

Me: aight

Nurse:  well 300+ pounds. What type of diabetes do you have?

Me: none for real, I’m just big

Nurse: really, let me check your vitals

Me: That’s a bet

Nurse: imma need the super-size cuff because this one won’t fit

Me: oh word that’s wzup

Nurse: wow your vitals checked out fine Mr. Grayson. The doctor will see you in a minute.

Now this is normal for me so I wasn’t surprised by the comments but I loved the fact that I was able to silence her with my results. The doctor comes in and he’s going over the results and of course weight is the topic of discussion. The irony of it all is that he’s has a Santa clause gut but I don’t trip because I don’t let my weight define me. Don’t get me wrong it is a part of who I am but I will continue to flourish anyway. See I have always been a bigger person since birth and always the biggest person in the crew.

As a kid it was difficult because some opportunities I wasn’t able to have such as playing rec football. I will never forget that day, I was 11 years old standing in line with my mom and my sister and she was so proud and then they weighed me and said, ‘due to your weight and our insurance policy you won’t be able to play recreational football’. I was furious and I remember that was the first time thinking this big boy shit is whack. I guess its back to my Arizona husky jeans and Izods with some snickerdoodles from the Great Cookie. But then I’m watching TV and I see Biggie Smalls on the screen with women on each side and this dude instantly became my idol. He was bigger than me, in my opinion uglier than me and he aint give a fuck. I wanna be like this guy. For example, Biggie Smalls said, ‘heart throb never, black and ugly as ever; however…” Now stop right there, you can’t say however after a statement like that. You are finished. There is no comeback from that, but for Biggie to end that line with “however, I stay coogi down to the socks, rings and watch filled with rocks” was euphoria. It gave me more confidence than ever so this notion of being big wasn’t cool man fuck that if Biggie Smalls can do it so can I.

Sure high school presented a different challenge but fuck it you have to go through the bad to recognize what’s good. High school was an interesting time period. Sure the braces, haircuts from my mom didn’t help my situation but I was introduced to football and that neutralized a lot of emotions that I had going on. It wasn’t until I got to Morgan State where I was like oh shit, it mad big niggas out here and they are all flourishing. Aww shit now big and black is back baby baybee uhhhhh. Of course I couldn’t be sloppy and I had to always put my best foot forward. Despite my size, I was able to do all the shit skinny dudes did and even better to be honest. Case in point, from 2001-2003, I was at every club every weekend getting busy on the dance floor. To this day some people remind me of my dancing moves back in the day. From the ankle down is light; it’s the rest of the body that’s heavy. Even in my Greek life, I’m proud to say that on my line, “I’m the only big boy on this gig”. People didn’t expect a big fella like me to move this way but I flourish because I love the underdog role. I love being underestimated and proving them wrong.

Fast forward a few years now I’m 34 married with 3 kids and tons of life to live and the doctor says:

Doctor: we need to implement diet, exercise and possibly weight loss surgery.

Me: Weight loss surgery Doc. damn son I’m that big.

Doctor: I mean your weight crept up a little bit but I can tell you work out frequently so I’m not worried about the exercise. On the other hand, a word to the wise is that your heart is your biggest muscle. Even though you have a huge chest and big triceps if the heart fails then everything goes so the weight surgery can definitely prolong your life in conjunction with diet and exercise. Don’t think the surgery is the beginning and closing. You have to complete a program first and who knows you may lose 30-40 pounds while in the program and surgery isn’t even an option. Just think about it. See you in a month Mr. Grayson.

Me: aight Doc.

The whole ride I was thinking about life and how it would be if I wasn’t here and seeing my wife and kids go on without their protector was horrifying. Normally, I don’t have any emotions toward anything but that conversation had me thinking like A Boogie after he got shot in Paid in Full. Shit, I got a CPAP so I’m breathing different so something has to give. Ultimately, this is a decision I have to make but it isn’t the physical because I don’t mind a diet and I love working out.  I use my daughter Morgan as motivation for working out because she always calls me “Mr. Incredible” and I love playing sports so being active isn’t the problem. This is really a psychological issue for me. My whole life I have been big and I dealt with the bullying, teasing and mean comments from people and transformed into a cool motherfucka and I preserved through this. So if I do this, am I erasing my identity? What are the pros and cons of this? Am I conforming to what society deems as healthy? Am I just joining a new wave? These are the questions that I ask myself and every time I ask that question I answer the question differently. Will I be looked at the same as a smaller person? Like the doctor said, I can do the program lose weight and surgery not even being an option. Am I scared of surgery? Being a smaller size definitely has some benefits especially when I’m in the sheets with the misses but at what cost will it take for me to get there. At this point in my life, I’m living for myself as well as other therefore my actions affect everybody so we will see how this journey goes. I didn’t get this body overnight so I won’t lose this body overnight but the process is what this is all about it. Cheers to the next steps of this journey. Pass me a diet henny and baked chicken box from Sunny’s.

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Oh give thanks


24 hours from now we will gathered over the table giving many thanks to the cooks for another festive Thanksgiving. Whether you travel by plane, train, bus or automobile families from across the globe will come together to eat a meal, watch football, crack jokes and create memories that could last a lifetime. You want this event to be successful so here are some key points you must follow or your Thanksgiving can turn into an episode of Jerry Springer. As always govern yourself accordingly.

Rule 1: Uninvited

I know this is a time to be thankful for everything especially if you have food, water, shelter and clothing but if you must notify the host if you are bringing someone especially if they aren’t family. I can understand surprising family especially if you from out of town but going to grandma house and you bring Fe-Fe that only drink Fiji water and eats off the finest of China you stay her simple ass home. Ladies this goes for you as well don’t be bringing Bruh man from the 5th floor knowing he couldn’t all the food up, take a shit and move on to the next house. Have some couth.

Rule 2: Kids menu vs adult menu

Depending on the age of the child, your children will be very picky on any occasion so thinking Thanksgiving would be different in a stupid assumption. There is always an exception to the rule. For example, I do have a cousin who is about 8 that has the palette of a 40 year construction worker but for all the other kids just go with the basics. For example, kids you will not get the mac and cheese that contain Vermont, cheddar, Monterrey jack and imported cheeses from Wisconsin. You will get the Kraft family dinner box and you will like it. If you know your kids not eating the adult food please make sure you provide food for them.

Rule 3: Know the Cooks

Thanksgiving is a very important meal. There are people who have been planning their next Thanksgiving since November 25 of last year so please don’t disappoint. You must know all the cooks that are preparing the food. For example, if her arm fat doesn’t have the shape of an uppercase U then she can’t make the Mac and cheese. You need to see women in moo-moo’s with a bonnet and some slippers listening to the best of Shirley Caesar as she prepares to make beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes, lambs, rams, hogs, chicken, turkey, rabbit (you name it). Listen here and listen well if your sweet potato pies are so dark they look like pumpkin pies, go sit down and watch the game for this is not your ministry. Get that pumpkin pie all the way outta here. I want my sweet potato pie to be light and sweet enough to cause blood sugar to spike up expeditiously. In my family we call this ‘nigger pies’. I’m all for lifestyle changes but don’t you show up to a house of carnivores with a tofu turkey or baked vegan mac and cheese. I know somebody will like it but just not this household. Please have King Hawaiian Rolls, that’s all I have to say about that-Forrest Gump voice.

Rule 4: Dress comfortable

You are going to consume a lot of food in the next 4-5 days so dress comfortable. Nothing worse than seeing that button fighting for their life because you ate so much food and now you are about to pop literally. Not to mention you are going to someone’s house why are you dressing like you are going to the club wearing heels and all that knowing grandma makes you take your shoes off as soon as you walk in the door. You aint getting chose on Thanksgiving Day so ladies wear your leggings and oversized sweater. Fellas, you aren’t exempt for this rule either. Your auntie doesn’t want to see you in jeans that she can probably fit and a snug ass shirt. So take your Walmart version of Nino Brown and sit your 5 dollar ass down before I make change.

Rule 5: Bringing the boo to Thanksgiving dinner              

This is a tricky situation because it’s nothing like bringing a new person to the place where it all began. As always govern yourself accordingly and please brief the family as well as the new boo before they come. Walking in blind to a family situation can be very awkward especially if they come from 2 different worlds. Case in point, fellas please let your girl know about the touchy-feely uncle that wears a du-rag and calls her buttercup or suga pie from the break. This uncle is the one talking like a pimp from a 70’s movie and mentions how he takes Viagra every day. Keep her away from that nigga. Also, if there are family members with any mental issues or something like Alzheimer’s please let me know. I forgot to tell my wife that the first time she met my grandmother and she talked to her for 2 hours straight and kept saying how Leonard Thompson was a low down snake in the grass. For the record, Leonard Thompson has been deceased since 96 but since he hasn’t come home yet she thought he was out here cheating. RIP Grandma. Ladies, if you know you have overprotective family members or known killers in your family please let ya man know upfront. Of course, they will test him anyway and this is a chance to see what he is made of but give him fair warning. For example, when I met my wife family for the first time, her cousin took me on a drive through all the projects as a scare tactic but I made out fine after I told him you being followed by somebody so we got low. Now her aunts on the other hand are a different story. I met her aunt and she said to me:

Auntie: have you seen Meet the Fockers

Me: yeah that’s a funny movie fa real

Auntie: well we meet the fuckers.

Game. Set. Match

Rule 6: When is the right time to eat dinner?

For most of us we will starve ourselves thanksgiving so we can make room for the Shirley Caesar platter, but when is the right time to eat dinner. Normally, we eat after the first football game is over which would be around 4 or so. I’ve been places where they ate as early as 1 but that wasn’t effective for me because I was hungry again around 6 so that’s a no go. I have also been places where dinner didn’t start until 6 and I went Tasmanian devil on that food. I think I got banned that night because I haven’t been invited since. It’s case by case scenario but what too long and you got a hunger headaches but you looked at WebMD and they said you having an aneurysm.

Rule 7: Liquor

At some point in the night you will indulge in an adult beverage that will get you feeling right. I’m talking the Bruce Leroy glow type of right. I’m MJ at a game 6 type of feel and if you lucky you might be smiling like Mike Jack did at the end of Thriller. But if you one of those people that wanna bring Mad Dog 20/20, Wild Irish Rose or some cheap ass vodka and think you gonna drink up all the Henny or Dusse you got another thing coming. Keep that bad energy with you while we sip on that hen dawg. Have some decorum young man. You are a lost soul and we will pray for you but you can’t drink with us. Seats taken.

Rule 8: Family Feud

I know Hov said nobody wins when the family feud; but we all have that family member that just wants to stir up another batch of shit flavored Kool-Aid. This is the one that has nothing nice to say at all but always needs your help because their lights are about to get cut off. Don’t be that nigga. Sometimes it is good to get the tension out in the atmosphere instead of keeping it in but if you the Cousin Faith of the family then you may want to sit this Thanksgiving out. If you like Gator and you want mama to put cash in my hand just watch out for the Good ol Reverend Doctor. Arguments happen but contain it so it doesn’t ruin the Thanksgiving vibe especially if kids are around. Settle it over some Monopoly, spades, or something else but don’t turn this holiday into a nightmare. Please have fun and thank the Lord for all your blessings as they continuously overflow and have a good day and evening.



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I’m Coming Home fa real

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48 hours from now, Morgan State University and Northwood Shopping Center will be lit from the crack of dawn to the sun goes down and then kick into overdrive as the stars light up the sky. Fliers have been hitting the internet for weeks. The only event that can cause this much havoc yet re-create such memories is homecoming. Morgan State University’s homecoming is this Saturday and now that’s it’s a National Treasure it’s about to be as black as me, all of What’s Up African? Apparel, Michael Blackson, Shannon Sharpe and Gabby Sidibe all in one room. It’s gonna be filled with weed, mild’s and that hen dawg. So, before you get your hair done, haircut, grab a nice outfit, or go to a MUA girl, there are some rules that you have to follow in order to make your homecoming successful. It only takes one to mess it up for everybody.

Rule 1: Find your kids a sitter expeditiously-Joe Clarke voice

Parenthood aint for the faint of heart so that’s why Homecoming should be the day that you have the right to participate in debauchery and do hood rat things with your friends. If it was up to me none of my kids are coming to Homecoming until they go to Morgan State themselves but we all know that shit aint happening. For those that are pregnant, please use precaution and if necessary create a force field to protect that young king/queen that’s about to enter the world. Just know bringing your kid especially if it’s a toddler/newborn will automatically turn your homecoming into an outside version of Chuck E. Cheese. Learn from my mistake. I remember taking Morgan to homecoming when she was in an infant. What was I thinking? First things first pushing a stroller with a baby bag and my lady’s purse was chaotic. Your kid is overstimulated, scared, filled with anxiety and they looking to you for help while you looking for a plate. Morgan was in a backward facing stroller so as I want a shot of yak, she want some breast milk, a diaper change and a new outfit because you know she messed up that outfit that we had to have from Macy’s but luckily for my wallet, I got it during their one day sale at 30 percent off. They can come to the parade and all that but once kickoff starts they are at their designated location. To avoid any let down just line up that babysitter now or face the consequences. Babysitters will be the hottest thing on the street since Bodak Yellow came out.

Rule 2: Know your body

Listen here and listen good if you know on a normal Saturday you have on your robe, bonnet, slippers with the bunny on it eating Halo Top ice cream and watching re-runs of Fix my Life by 10 pm, please know your body will not be ready for a homecoming made for a national treasure like Morgan State University. You should have started your homecoming prep about a month ago. Go for a walk, go to bed later do whatever you have to do because once the sun goes down Friday night you may be up until Sunday night just to watch New Psalmist on Demand so you begin your quest for salvation on Monday.

Rule 3: Drink Responsibly

If Mo Wilson, Sammie or both have anything to do with Homecoming or any event this weekend please govern yourself accordingly because they will have you looking like Groove from House Party and many of us are too big to being helped to their car. Whether you are at a tailgate or at Northwood just know those red cups and your vital organs are having a hell in the cell match. Your organs will go as hard as Leonidas in 300 but after that last Long Island Ice Tea or that French Connection your whole body turns into Weekend at Bernie’s. It’s nothing but red cups, double red cups, Faygo bottles and other types of bottles in every one’s hand at homecoming and guess what it’s all liquor in those cups. Hopefully you got the eVite from Sammie but if not oh well. Please know your liquor tolerance. We are too old to be rumbling, fumbling, mumbling and stumbling (Chris Berman voice). Nothing wrong with a little shot of Henny quite frankly I turn into Henny G with my melodic voice and the words that spew from it. I know some ladies are laughing at that but I’ve bagged plenty off that Henny.

Rule 4: Know the temperature

We got weather apps, Alexa, Echo Dot, Siri, Channel 101 if you have Xfinity and other gadgets that can assist you on your clothing options on Saturday. Do your due diligence and make sure you are dressed for the occasion. If it’s 50 degrees, maybe Uggs boots are the correct selection but it’s 79 and sunny, I request that you don’t wear those. As of now the weather is calling for AM showers but 78 degrees with 80 percent humidity. In other words it could be Freaknik this Saturday at Morgan State University.

A few of my brothers, Farid Keys and Ant said it best:

Farid: 80 and rain…TUH! Folk gone think they in Miami. Girls gone be in bikinis/one pieces (don’t play yourself) and jean shorts (but the key phrase in that whole statement is don’t play yourself).

Ant: Miami weather in Baltimore mid-October sounds like love.

As always, be smart before you have toilet paper in your nostrils trying to hold the snot from falling down your face ol’ Roscoe for Martin looking ass nukka.

Rule 5: Don’t reinvent yourself

I’m all here for the rebirth in everyone’s life but under no circumstance come to homecoming thinking you are better than anybody. People don’t forget shit. We remember all the fights, the falls going up and down those old Student center steps so don’t act like Stephon Urkel when you were really Steve. I’m not saying that Morgan defines you but that holier than thou approach after college will get you roasted faster than those ribs on the grill. Another thing do not let the temptation get the best of you. If you married before homecoming you want to stay married after homecoming. Don’t let a homecoming hook up ruin your life. If you are going to indulge in sexual relations please wear an all body condom because you don’t want to end up on 1515 North Avenue on Monday morning. Fellas please don’t end up on alimony and child support payments because you slid in a DM that ended up in a group chat which then starts a conversations like:

Woman 1: With all due respect I know you don’t know me but I think you should know what ya man is doing

Woman 2: you can have that nigga

Ladies, you aren’t immune to this rule. Don’t get caught up and right when you about to get some it’s two dudes at the door with a dick. So what you gonna do for the dick, cause dude brought the other dude with a dick. Are you about to choo-choo for the dick, ask how he knows you for the dick. Don’t get caught in this predicament.

Get your hug (a future rule), maybe kiss on the cheek, have a laugh or two and get low.

Rule 6: Know your wallet

Before every homecoming you have to make adult decisions such as which bill am I going to pay, which one I am going to let slide until the following week. Am I eating Top Ramen for the week just to save up for a party? Will Netta have those Sunny’s coupons because the Lord knows what I want and I know HE answer prayers. Look every promoter in the world will have a party starting Monday and ending with a brunch on Sunday so for this one week you have to become an accountant and figure out what is your top priority. To be honest you probably can’t afford it all and that’s ok because you are now a responsible adult and moderation is key.

Rule 7: Be comfortable

It is going to be a long day so wearing something tight might not be the best idea. Fellas, if you built like Rick Ross before he lost weight and you can’t afford his type of clothing then certain designers might not be the move for you and that’s ok. There is nothing wrong with a shirt for Destination XL, Casual Male, Big and Tall section of any department store. Shit, if you wanna be fly get an exclusive T shirt and just freak it. I know bellies, beards and baldies are in style but it’s all in the presentation. Know your limits. Biggie Smalls, forefather of the Big and black is back attack made a profound statement; “I’m big black and ugly however I stay Coogi down to the socks”. If you don’t prepare properly you won’t make it to the however part. Use his words as a motivational tactic and flourish like a PowerPoint presentation during Finals week. Now go win this for Biggie, Fat Luther, Gerald Levert, Cedric the Entertainer and all other big boy trendsetters. Ladies we love when you exude confidence but there is a difference between confidence and “oh no baby what is you doing”. If you get confused for the aunt of the Jamie Foxx show certain looks may not suit you well. There is nothing wrong using your Haute Cash, Real Women Dollars, Ashley Stewart deals or Fashion Figure coupons to look like a million bucks. Don’t forget your MAC, Sephora or Fenty products to make the look complete. Another item up for discussion is shoes; if the length of your heels is on elderly usher level just wear some flats. If you know you walk like a baby calf fresh out of the womb please don’t pick Homecoming to wear heels and dammit if I see you in a pair of those one dollar Old Navy sandals or slippers with the fur on them I’m going to step on your foot with my construction boots. Get that dumb shit outta here. Your old ass knows better than that. Embrace your sex appeal.

Rule 8: You’re at the party now what

You’ve paid your money. You got your drink and you scoping the scene looking at potential targets and all that shit but make sure you have a good time. Fellas, if you know you don’t have the leg strength stop trying to pick a jawn up off the ground. If you haven’t learned anything look at the Facebook post where the Que flipped the girl over like it was WrestleMania. We are too old and brittle and women are looking too fine to be tossed like a sack of potatoes. Refer to rule 2 because if you know after you do the Milly rock you slip a disc in your back just resort to the 2 step. Alert your body now because the DJ is going to play a Philly set, some Dipset, some NYC shit, classic Go-go, classic Baltimore club and that reggae will make you need a back brace and some Icy Hot. Don’t go to the Sunday Brunch smelling like Ben-Gay because you went in the DeLorean and took yourself back to 2001. Ladies, if you know after a night of dancing you gonna need to get the Myra treatment on your feet with the sandblaster because your bunions grew out of control, trying to take over for the 99-2000 may not be the best move for you. Do the pocket knife and sip slow and let the party come to you.

Rule 9: Breast to Chest 

Some rules will never change and getting breast to chest hugs is one of them. Listen it’s homecoming weekend. Face it you will be doing a lot of handshakes and hugging. If you have a jealous partner who’s gonna ask ‘who’s that bitch or who that nigga is’, leave them home. Homecoming is the time when Christian hugs are thrown out the window and it’s nothing but breast to chest hugs. Weak hugs will be met with a prompt response: Do you want to fight me? Yes box, No box, Maybe box. Fellas make sure your neck is cleaned and washed thoroughly. Your hug should be like when Whitley Gilbert hugged Dwayne after she left Byron at the altar. Tread lightly during the hug thought because if you get a hard on like Mike did Alicia in the Wood that could turn homecoming into an awkward experience or it could lead to some afternoon delight.  Either way, homecoming is your opportunity to become the Old Spice guy.

Rule 10: Leave that gangsta shit at the door

“yall go to parties to ice grill/ I go to parties to party with nice girls
you young boys gotta chill/30’s the new 20 nigga, I’m so hot still”- Jay-Z

“Analyze it for yourself, do the analogy/ that jealousy just might lead to a fatality”- Jadakiss

Men don’t be at Homecoming ice grilling everybody you see. I’m just here trying to party and get breast to chest hugs from nice girls and have them smell that new Scentbird on my neck and ask what scent that is so they can get you some so you can stop using that Axe body wash your 30 plus old ass is using. Picture this: Thousands of people. Melanin is poppin like old school popcorn on the oven and skin is just glistening like fried chicken out of a Stoko’s pan and you want to get belligerent and fight. How stupid can you be? Ladies and fellas are out here for the picking and you want to be that nigga. Choose your battles wisely because starting a fight is one thing but being the instigator and getting your ass whipped in front of all those people is the end of your Morgan State career. After further review, it has been determined that Morgan homecoming was the real reason that Jesus wept because He was just so happy at all the creations bestowed on this planet Earth and how fine they look. Don’t ruin it. Get rapture ready if you gonna be that jawn.

Last but not least: Bricks

So Morgan decided to show its whole ass like a vintage Prince outfit. First they are building new buildings quicker than Usain Bolt doing the 100 meter dash. Then they buy Northwood Shopping Center. If that wasn’t enough they have a sign stating “Where Blacks lives always mattered” Hold up wait a minute y’all thought they was finished. They were deemed a National Treasure and to top it all off they decide to create bricks leading up to Frederick Douglass. Are you serious-Dick Vitale voice? When I first heard this all I can do is act like I was in School Daze and say “awwwwwwwwwww shit.” Kudos to Morgan State for their creativity but please don’t use this as a means of getting the box. I can see a conversation like this occurring:

Boy: what you mean I don’t make our relationship public

Girl: I mean you ain’t make me your WCW

Boy: that’s because I put you on a brick

Girl: oh baby

Boy: taps head three times “can’t be on a brick if I didn’t attend the school”

Please be careful and be mindful who you put on a brick because if you are not careful you will be at Home Depot looking for red tape, a chisel or some concrete mix. Putting a woman on a brick may not get you that ass-Calvin from paid in full voice. As a matter of fact it will make you look like an ass especially if you picked the wrong one.

“I know you ain’t a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya/ Keep your heart Three Stacks, keep your heart/ Hey, keep your heart Three Stacks, keep your heart/ Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart/ Play your part… play your part”

 Bonus Rule: Let the Greeks prosper

Let’s keep it a bean for one more moment please. There is a particular time after the game in which Greeks will participate in their homecoming ritual. Let them Greeks prosper man. Don’t be talking about how you could have been one but didn’t because your GPA was 1.6 and you thought taking 8 summer classes would bring it up to a 2.5. If you not Greek bringing up certain shit ain’t the move. For example don’t say ‘where the gay yo that tried to get AI snatched a few years back’ or ‘Did you hear one of those NUPES taped Frederick Douglas cane before Homecoming how disgraceful’ and finally ‘Son where is that Sigma yo that was running for Mr. Morgan and danced in that Blue Leotard’. Let us have our moment man.

I know there are more rules but this should be enough to get you through another MSU Homecoming. Stay Classy, Morganites.


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