When it rains it pours...

So most of my family was down here this weekend, one of my peeps was getting married. This joint was nice. She rented a nice Yatch, had her closest friends and family members come through, and off we were to this island. I had never been to a wedding like this before because the ceremony lasted five minutes and half the attendees were drunk before the ceremony.

So here I am looking all sharp and people come over to say hello and ask me about my journey here in FL and all of a sudden come Uncle Joe. Joe is crazy; he’s the glue that keeps my family together. My folks are crazy but Joe is so crazy that you just have to pay him attention. His voice matters no matter how troublesome a situation maybe Uncle Joe got a solution for you. So this homeboi approached me and we’re talking about life, sports, politics etc… and here he comes asking me about marriage and relationships, kids, etc. He’s like B (he used my nickname actually), when will you invite me to something like this? When do I get to come to Florida and celebrate with you and your wife? At this point, I have tuned him out, so I’m like ‘soon as I know, I’ll send you an invite.’ So he and I shared a few more laughs and then I made my way down to the dance floor where auntie Leonne was showing off her dance moves. Shawty 78 but she can still move. She still thinks Bolero is the ish. Lol.

So while I was at the studio last night, I kept on seeing this number pop on my phone ID, so I ignored it because I was busy. So when I got home around midnight, I jumped in the shower and by the time I got out, I had like 15 miss calls, from various family members. Uncle Joe had passed away, yesterday afternoon, about an hour after he landed back home. The autopsy should reveal more but from what I am getting, he died of a heart attack. They’re taking him back to Haiti next week but there’ll be a service in the States for those who cannot make it to HT.

It’s funny how things just go sour when least expected. Earlier in the week my little brother had gotten himself in another situation, which once again, I had to bail him out of, and now this…I guess I’ll be heading to Washington sooner than expected.

RIP JOS

When will it end?

So I am at a strip club, it’s the night before my wedding, and as I stepped out of the club, got into my car, I am approached by two cops, I reached for my cell phone, and there I am bombarded with 50 bullets. Two white officers reloaded their guns just to make sure I was done. When the case went to trial, they didn’t let the jury decide; instead the judge decided the officers’ fate.

The verdict: Not guilty.

The judge said we need to take into account my compatriots and I criminal background. I didn’t know that one can get all the details of my life without approaching me and getting the necessary info such as a license, social security, etc.

So here I am up there, wondering if ever racism will end.

Your thoughts?

ToyDrive in Haiti...Would you land a hand?

When I was first approached to write this piece, I must admit I was both honored and petrified. Honored because I was a part, albeit a small part, of this movement that is [trying to] counter the negative effects of media coverage on Haitians while praising young professionals who are making a contribution, not only to their Haitian heritage, but also to mankind as a whole by honoring Haitian excellence. I was petrified because I didn’t know how to digest this undertaking. I started researching fancy quotes from great leaders of society, both past and present, which I felt would move my audience, so I could evoke emotion. That’s when the nerves set in. Suppose I sound pretentious and obnoxious, where my words are unable to pierce the hearts of the reader? Or worse, insincere and fake where I come across transparent and phony? In the midst of all this mental soliloquy, a little voice told me to “keep it simple V!” And that’s what I’ve decided to do. I am going to speak from within, without the fancy language and hope my simplicity moves you to give with your hearts to those who desperately await your generosity.

Many of us sometimes feel the size of a gesture is directly linked to how much the gesture will be appreciated. I am here to tell you that that premise is absolutely false. We give because we can. We give because what we have, another lacks and if there is a way to fill in that gap, why not? We give because we see someone else wanting something that we’ve taken for granted. We give because it hurts too much not to. That is why I am asking you to open up your hearts [and wallets] to give to a foundation that is holding a toy fundraiser for the unfortunate children in Haiti. All we are asking is for you to donate toys that are in good working condition, preferably new, to give a young child a reason to smile. If you’re unable to purchase new toys or find old toys that will endure the wear and tear of an overenthusiastic child, feel free to give a monetary gift. Your $1 donation is no less important than the $10 of someone else, the $100 of another or the $1000 of yet another. No gift is too small, so please find it within the depths of your souls to give. Every little bit counts and will contribute to carving out a little piece of happiness in the lives of children who at times don’t have much to be happy about.


Thank you for taking the time to read this and remember that you can help to make a great difference in the lives of another human being by giving. A relatively small gesture can impact another person’s life in ways you could never imagine. So, give! Give with all you’ve got and be content with the fact you made another person’s day that much brighter.

Written by: Vayola Prophete

Lakay se Lakay

So I am on the phone with this shawty and she’s asking me what I got on and ish. Don’t you know that you can’t ask me this question until I’ve asked you first? What makes you think I’m gonna describe to you what I am doing while I take off my clothes to go to sleep? So she’s like you were gonna take them off anyway you say, yeah and, but I wasn't expecting an audience while I do so.

Indulge me you say softly just this once, I agree 'cause not only is it crazy, but on my list of freaky things to do over the phone, this rates a one on a scale of ten. So I do your bidding, I throw back the comforters and with phone in hand, I describe what I am doing. I slowly take off both socks, then the t-shirt, when I get to the boxer-briefs, shawty stop me. She’s like; imagine that it’s me that's taking them off. Shawty literally told me step by step on how to remove them. Mesmerized, I listen to your voice and do exactly what you say. Normally taking them off is no biggie, you just reach down and peel them off. This is the first time I find taking off underwear to be an erotic experience (lol).Slowly you instruct: Let yourself go by paying close attention to the cotton exposing your skin to the cool air you say. Concentrate on the cloth moving down past your privates, past your thighs, over your knees and off your ankles. It wasn't so much the action of taking them off, but the way your voice sounded when you told me to do so. Soft, hotly erotic as though you were there doing it for me.

Are you naked now? Are you aroused? You whispered. I thought I was good at doing this over the phone, inwardly I tell myself this shawty is as good as you are....maybe better. Yes to both questions I answered. You want me to undress for you? You asked. What are you wearing I say. Thick white socks, panties, and a bra under a tee shirt, would you do that? Only if you ask me....I mean you really gotta' ask me and you gotta mean it....Ask me like you're in the same room with me.....Ask me like you really want to see me do that. That whisper is doing a number not only on my hearing, but my resolve as well. So I lose myself willingly in this game and I ask. My voice is sincere 'cause in my mind's eye, you are before me. To my surprise I really want you to do that for me. You giggle softly and you breakdown what you are doing as you're taking off those clothes. I mean I have seen several women disrobe for me, what guy hasn't? This is the first time I’ve had a woman describe to me what she is doing with a phone in her hand! (Lol).Its not phone sex, that’s a whole different animal...This is just teasing taken to a whole new level. Something tells me that you are getting off on doing it as I am on listening to you do it. I have to admit to you when you finally got that bra off, I really didn't need those comforters too much anymore! You tell me to pull the covers back over my body 'cause you're doing the same.
Tyrese is singing about losing his woman and for a long moment you say nothing as we listen to Tyrese sing his heart out. Are you really aroused now? Again that whisper is working its magic.
Yes, I answer. You still want to get better acquainted over the phone? You still think that that ish is gonna work? No, I see your point I say. I liked dancing with you at that Zouk party in the nation’s capital. I like when you make me laugh, you said. I tell you that I liked the dance too and I love making you laugh....hearing you laugh and I love being with you at the Smithsonian.

Where do we go from here you asked. I don't know but I make it a habit never to expect too much. I just go with the flow and let time dictate where things go. I apologize if that’s not what you expected to hear, but that is the only answer I have at this point in time.

This is a big ass bed and I wish you were here. I really wish you were here, you whisper into the phone “Can I cum to you right now poison man?”

I miss DC…Chui fatigue de vivre si loin de mon territoire.

Hitting up Jacmel 2 get my Fanm

So not to long ago I had a chance to be in Jacmel and I met this fanm. I mean, this fanm is crazy hilarious. You ever met someone who questions everything about you from your friends, musical taste, career, characteristics, etc? I mean, this fanm is a handful but she’s a nice person to talk to. So the other day she called me and we’re yapping about life, relationships and her many admirers, and she quickly flipped a question on me about women that I’ve been with. I mean, women are so conniving. How in the world do you just ignore my question and just throw in your own danm question. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the tough questions but you gotta give me something to work with. So this fanm went on and on about how she couldn’t be with a dude like me because I am always on the move, I flirt with too many women, I am always parting, etc. So given that I didn’t get a chance to give you an answer that very same night, here are your answers my future fanm.

1st off, I don’t party a lot. I like to call it networking. I am the type of dude that will attend an event simply to meet the sponsors. I am an opportunistic dude, so if there’s a major sponsor there, I want to meet them and introduce myself and the work that I am doing. Wouldn’t that be the best thing to do?

Now lets’ talk about this flirt thing you keep on talking about. You call it flirt, I call it networking. See, if I happen to meet a fanm at a party, of course I am going to go up to her and introduce myself. How will she know my name if I don’t go up to her and complement her on her curves and smile? Now, I have gotten a lot of sponsors that way too. As I stated before, I am an opportunist, if there’s a one HOT fanm at a party, I need to make sure she remembers my name. Even if she happens to meet 100 good looking dudes that night, I bet you, I will say something to her that she’ll never forget. Now that’s not flirting my dear, that’s inscribing my name in her history book. I told you I was ahead of my time, so my formula and strategies are a bit different.

So you went on and asked me about this other chick you think would be a perfect match for me but as I told you when we discussed it, she and I don’t see penis to vagina.(eye to eye). She’s a very nice woman just not my type. I like the way you phrased your question though but then again I didn’t want to go into specifics. When something is over, its over. Why bother hanging onto the wind if you can't hold it?

As I told you before dear, you’re cool as crazy and I enjoy our chats. Stop judging me and just let me be. You don’t see me questioning your invisible man. Next time I come to Jacmel, I am coming to get my fanm. I’ll see you soon. Lol.