Just so you know...

They say people come into our lives for an unknown amount of time with an undefined purpose and all they ask for in return is an open mind. I have come across many people in my lifetime; some are rich, poor, positive, negative, famous, infamous, drug users, abusers, big, little, medium, fat, etc…you catch my drift. Now there’s one person in particular who have stood out the most from all the online folks I have met. She isn’t famous but she ought to be, she’s mentor to many, a friend to some, a future to one, and a mother to gorgeous little darling. She’s also a teacher and a motivator; some would say a difference maker and she’s good at what she does.

I remember the very first night I spoke to this woman and she shared something that was very dear to her with me. See, the time that I spent in the greater Washington DC area was somewhat different from my Haitian peers. There isn’t much of a Haitian community there so therefore my siblings and I had to adopt the American way of life and we loved it. So when I met this woman, I didn’t know much about the culture, the music didn’t interest me, the girls I didn’t particularly care for them (my fear was that they would all act and lead a life quite similar to that of my mother), meeting her was just the right thing at the right time. She introduced me to the music, Kompa, and while I still don’t care much for the music (no lyrics, same rhythm, no impact in our community), it allowed me to tap into the rich culture of ours. I must say, had I not met this woman I would probably be in the same field that I am in right now yet my extra-curricular activities would differ. Through her inspiration, I have gotten myself involved with numerous organizations in the community and have helped them in whatever capacity. In turn, they have helped me find myself and give my life some type of meaning.

So here’s what I need you to know dear…

I am doing what I am doing now because of you and I will forever hold you dear to my heart. I love that you stand up for your students and I love the fact that you didn’t quit on them when things were hard. I know you’ve been through so much over the past couple of years yet I need you to know that you are appreciated and admired. I hope one day you grant me that interview when the state finally recognizes your hard work and dedication to your pupils. That would be something!!!

You have impacted me in ways that words are not enough to describe. You have enlightened and inspired me many times since that very first encounter. I am one of your biggest fans, just thought I’d let you know…
Gros bzou V.

Negative Folks...

Right off the bat, I want you all to know that I don’t like NEGATIVE minded people. I am sure you know someone who is always negative and you yourself could be just as negative so this entry here is for you. Don’t get offended if I say something that your negative ass thinks is out of place. After all, this is my blog, if you don’t like it, create your own.

One key problem that I face as a creative thinker is the negative folks that I meet. I would engage in a long conversation with them and after I lay out an idea he/she would say “You’re so way over your head there, B!!” or “That has never been done B, why do you think your foreign ass can!!!” or my favorite, “That’s just not possible.”

These fools make me sick. How do they know it won’t work? They would tell me how refreshing the idea is yet it’s followed by a negative thought. Have these people ever tried? Do they have experience in doing what it is I tried to explain to them? More often than not, the answer is ABSOLUTELY no! So why would these suckers feel oblige to subconsciously rebuttal with a negative word or phrase when people seek answers to questions? Over the weekend, I met with this so-called ideologist and he and I kicked around some stuff and I let him in on one of my secrets and his first reply was, “dude this idea is sick but that ain’t possible”. I wanted to slap the fool upside his head but given that he’s a major contributor to some of my work, so I let him get away with it. So when he and I had adjourned, I really had to sit back and analyze my mood and how I allowed a pessimist to dampen my mood and to have me walking around with a dark cloud over my head…But then it hit me, pessimism is weighty on the heart. Yes, all ideas cannot be accepted and applauded yet don’t ruin my shit just because you ain’t got nothing better to do. If people realized how heavy negative thoughts, comments, and actions are, I think they would think twice about thwarting one’s enthusiasm.

Like they say, great spirits are always running into mediocre minds and to a certain extent, it’s probably for the best.

I am CONFIDENT by nature. I hope you read that last sentence, I am CONFIDENT by nature. Not cocky like some of you have been telling me all these years, I just know that I got the products you’re looking for. I believe in my abilities and if I dare dream it, then you best believe it can be done. When I was up north, it was a lot easier to run into intellects that could guide and help you bring your ideas to life. Down here though, nothing against my fellow African Americans, but goddanm, these people are so ignorant. I am also learning that even the educated, professional, and knowledgeable are often ignorant to things that they don’t understand, or they can sometimes allow their intelligent memory make the ignorant to new ideas....

Think of all the great thinkers, philosophers, businessman, doctors, lawyers, engineers, teachers, etc. Think about their journey to where they are now, imagine how many times they heard these negative thoughts, imagine the countless hours they cried because a family member told them they wouldn’t amount to anything, just imagine yourself where you are right now and think back to those who told you that you wouldn’t be, those who told you that you didn’t matter and that your ideas and your efforts would never be. Had you listened to them, you would have been short. The people that you’re working with, you probably would have never met them, that vacation package you just got; it wouldn’t have been possible, if only you had listened to them ignants.

So where does this leave me??? I have never belittle another man’s goals, dreams or plans no matter how foolish it sounds and I don’t want to ever do that because you never know where this idea make take that individual.

When I think about those who are successful, I am not envious of their lifestyle, their riches or fancy cars, or the fine ladies (I envy Hugh Hefner though…lol), but seriously, when I think about these people it gives me hope. I love myself and I have a passion for everything that I am currently involved in. I believe in my ideas and I am CONFIDENT that everything will come to pass. For now, that’s all that matters.


PS: 1st week of April…we launch…le combat continue frère!!!!

Say what you mean...

I’ve always had a fondness for subliminal messages. I find them to be real cool and I use it all the time. But in the world of dating, subliminal messages are not good. It can become a hindrance on the relationship when the partners are always trying to decode these messages being disseminated. Truthfully, I get upset and if I’m having a bad day, I might have a tantrum, go on hiatus, ignore her calls, and pretend as if I am punishing her. But I tell you this though most smart chicks won’t buy that bs. She’ll get upset right back. She’d be like call me Vivica A Fox nicca cuz 2 can really play that game. She’ll get mad just because you’re mad and been ignoring her calls. She’ll get upset even more because you ignoring her is kinda like a subliminal message itself. And you don’t want her to call the girlfriends cuz you know they’ll be man bashing for hours…NONSTOP… See what I mean, they always win. WOMEN!!!! GOLLY.

So a while back I was dating this chick and because my schedule was very hectic, I think I was planning a show or something, she text me and said, “B, I don’t think we’re companionable. You’re a busy guy and you and I will never work.” So the minute I read that, I processed it, I mean shawty and I had only been talking for maybe three weeks, so I was going to try to change her mind about anything. I sort of saw it as a good thing, so I texted her back and I said “OK. Peace.” CLASSIC!!!! Ain’t it? So as I was driving back home that night I was saying to myself how I didn’t have to call her at night, I didn’t have to check in during the day, I mean dating has gotten so danm confusing. Dating is almost like having a relationship without really having a relationship. Dating includes: dining-out, phone calls, flowers, e-mails, postcards, promenades, walk on the beach, sex on the beach, sex, blowjobs, 69, etc. Those are the gist of dating ain’t it??? So what do people do when they’re in a relationship??? Hmmm…lemme get my thinking cap on for a sec… THE SAME EXACT SHIT, right? So why call it dating if it’s really a relationship or if the demands are parallel to a relationship? Oh, I get it, light bulb just went on in my brain…the thing that separate dating from a relationship is that she or he can talk to any other man or woman he or she desires because she’s not committed. There you have it folks…that’s what separates dating from a relationship.

Ok let’s back to the topic at hand. So where was I? So this chick didn’t want to pursue anything with me and I am cool with it. So I got home, took my usual shower, text a few of my friends, watch my late night sports center and went to bed. I got up the next morning, to my disbelief, this chick had sent me 30 text messages asking me why I didn’t call her, is it because I am with my side hoe and a whole bunch of other idiotic questions. Now my first reaction was to call this heffa and set her straight but I was like ok, let me just call her and say what’s up and see what she’s talking about. So the minute she picked up the phone, her smart ass had a real smart comment, “oh, now your ass wanna call me?” I was like “danm heffa, chill the fuck out” I said to her, let me hang up and get back to you in a sec. So given that I had saved that last text she sent, I simply forwarded back to her, just to remind her as to why I didn’t call. She hit me back and said, “That’s not the point. I know you were with one of your groupies, that’s the reason, why you ignored me all night. If you wanted this to work in the first place you would have ignored that text”. So, I had to put my stupid hat on for a sec, and I said to her, “oh really? What or who the fuck gave you that idea?” She said well, I said that so you could call me…SAY WHAT??? See folks, dudes like me take every word you say very seriously. I have no time for bullshitting. Dionne Warrick and I are not cousins, so I don’t read mind. Call Ms. Cleo for that kinda shit. Say what you mean and mean what you say. Capiche ladies. I bet this heffa is still texting me wondering why I am not responding to her text…little does she know, this number has been changed, the new number is “kite m viv”!!!!!! lol

Should I...

I just saw the Vagina Monologue over the weekend and this play is a trip. So here’s a revised version of a piece I wrote a couple of years back.

A lot of people make a big deal out of the pussy but to me it's really not that big of deal. What is pussy? What can you do with it? Pussy is meant to be washed, jolly, eager, entertained, fucked, and most importantly, it is supposed to be eaten. Properly that is. Guys make so much out of eaten pussy that women are afraid to do anything with them. They're afraid to even say hello to these brothers because they know these Negus hate eating the pussy. I mean, what are these dudes afraid of? Kissing the potty hole…com’on now brother!

Now lemme clear something for you, i used to be afraid of the pussy my danm self. Me and my homey Max-Pain made a pact back in High School that the only thing we would do with the pussy is to fuck it, nothing more. But then one day, I got a piece of that pie. Oh boy, I have been hooked on that shit for good.

Soon after that first experience, I wanted to explore every aspect of it. I wanted to look at it, examine the curves, and get my tongue to twirl differently. I mean, I am a perfectionist, so I wanted my chick to get the whole package. If I am supposed to be this buffet of goodness, I needed to know how to eat that nookie properly.

Don't get it twisted now, I am by no means stating that I’m a pro at this shit, but I don't mind doing it until we get it poppin’ like Fat Joe. I'm more than willing to get down and dirty and take you down like Denzel in American Gangster. I am not as lyrical as Big or 2Pac, but my pussy eaten skills could possibly help you climax and have you remembering the titans and that goes for any day of the week not just any given Sunday. Whatever it takes, I’m gonna find a way to jump on that shit and make it a Gangsta Party, ain't gonna b like no playas club shit, but Love Jones will definitely b in the house.

Whether you're trying to b like Stella and get your groove back or you're waiting to exhale, i can help you too; Taye Diggs got nothing on me. And once you get this shit, you'll probably want to call 911 like Clef and marry J, but I worry not, like the Terminator, I’ll be back…Maybe in November for the winter.

All jokes aside though, pussy is probably the best thing that God made available to us man that will forever be valuable. When you do meet that one person that you don't mind showing a good time, please take the time out to let her know that you are feeling everything about her, and then GET YOUR ASS 2 WORK…

Checkin in...

"Your enemies are your best spiritual teachers because their presence provides you with the opportunity to enhance and develop tolerance, patience, and understanding [and thus] to develop your capacity for compassion."

My dude shared this with me this morning and I am just so elated that he chose me to send this to. A lot of things have been happening and I can finally say that I am enjoying life again. I got the swagger back, I am taking pictures again, i am finally feeling the effects of all the prayers. It’s crazy.


My day is going excellent so far thanks to my new friend from another town. I must say that this Creole Hip Hop thing is stressful but it’s introducing me to a lot of new faces from all walks of life. It’s crazy man. It’s already almost Friday and this weekend my dudes and I are hosting the 2nd edition of our Creole Hip Hop showcase on the Bay. I am so freaking excited man. . Not a whole lot going on that's worth talking about.... I kinda feel bad because I forgot that yesterday was a good friend of mine's birthday...... She was not happy to say the least! My bad luv; I’ll make it up to you sis.

My sister sent me some pictures of my baby sister yesterday; she’s also my god-daughter shawty looks so fly. I’ll be posting a pic of her as soon as I scan them, she looks like she’s going to be a handful. I can tell she and I are going to be best buds, my dad said that she likes to try on new things like the time she crawl her little but inside my dad’s closet and tried on his new shoes. I hope she doesn’t grow up to be like pop’s though…pop’s a fool. Lol. I love him though.

If you’re in the South Florida area and you would like to show your boi some luv, just leave a comment and I’ll save you a ticket…for FREE…and if you happen to be here and speak no English…free means GRATIS… so come and support me and the movement…