Tafadhali
11-12-07, - 10:10 PM
I just have to share this with yinna:
so there I was this past saturday waiting from the train to come as im running late...low and behold two people come up to me with a worried look of urgency in their eyes...i pull out the ipod plugs (jammin' to LB-they coming on the 25th!) and the lady addresses me with polite casualities and tells me her name and say mam--I interject im only 27 dont call me mam--as I extend my hand for an impromptu handshake while giving her my govt name...so she then proceeds pulls out a piece of paper with a little boys picture on it letting me know that it was her son who was killed on Halloween on the corner of 69th and 22nd (in Liberty City) by a hit and run...
...she asked didnt I hear it on the news and I say no I havent watched TV in quite some time...I give my condolences as she say them tells me oh they got um and they in jail and God gon deal with um and this and this and that and that and I follow proclaiming to her that mam three lives were lost...your son's as well as the two joyriders...quite naturally tears welled up in her eyes...so she continues his daddy and I we dont have any money to bury him and we just out here tryna get whatever we can- whatever you can manage to give is fine with us "we arent picky"...she touched my heart...I said mam well i dont have any money on me now (I did but I just came from the bank and I didnt feel comfortable pulling out my 2 yards in the front of strangers(im not stupid I dont care how many people around) and her gentleman friend look pretty hot and frantic like something wasnt right with him or he was on that sh1t...
...so neway, I ask her for a flyer and she said we are all out and I say well go to office depot they have 1 cent b/w copies and I wish I had my coupon id give it to you and then I gave her ideas of where more of a concentration of black people would be who I thought would be more sympathetic to her plight...I suggessted the flea market---the man said they dont allow soliciting there_ I said well hand out flyers in the parking lot keep walking around-then she said my brother is a security office there (hmm something should clicked then)---
we struck up and even more in depth conversation of her son(im like that w/ srangers trying to solve people life in 5 minutes I use to be worse)- I asked how old was he, what school he went to (as she gave the name what a coincidence as I have a friend from high school who teaches there- and we were suppose to be going to a wealth building seminar at 1 that day but I opted for the miami book fair (the brazil pavillion, tananarive due and amiri baraka et al) so I had just spoke to her moments before...then her eyes start watering again...and I told her mam its gonna be fine just stay prayed up...
...so she gives me a flyer- one of her last...the white-out on it shouldve rendered it suspect but I gave her the benefit of the doubt and told her first thing monday morning I would go to the Bank of America branch across the ave from my job and deposit something to his burial fund...I even told her to go to Poitier b/c they always bury kids for free...she and the gentleman blurted out) oh he having finanical problems (mind I have a minor acquaintance that works their too) that was understandable but I found it strange that a for-profit entity couldnt write-off a child's burial seeing that this type of thing is tax deductable for their business...but still I carried on the conversation...the train comes we get on so she announces to everyone (um was having a game and hell a people was orange and greened up on the train) so she starts speaking and I tell her project your voice they cant hear you! and she does then I move b/c i wanted to sit down...she comes all the way by me and this man gives her like 4 or 5 bucks...then I call my friend (truth after verification you see) and I asked her girl one of the students at your school died..she says girl not that i know...and I would know about it...I give the people the benefit of the doubt STILL and say well I know she teach all them crackbabies and they all hard to handle so in a school with at least 500+ kids she could very well not know abou the who died on Halloween...
...so that was saturday didnt think about it till today...dont watch news much and but I read the paper everyday and surely it wouldve been in the herald of this little boy or my boss wouldve brought it up as halloween was windy and rainy and it wouldve been fresh on my memory...and it bothered me that 2 weeks gon by and this baby boy een in the ground yet...so something told me to google the little boy's name and his names comes up ...she's his mother alright...but check this: the boy has been dead since april of '03 and he died at home! I was so shocked...I dont know what is worse...two people peddling a dead child's memory or how low drugs can make you go!
Im nice, a bit longwinded at times, but im not a sucker!...these sophisiticated disgusting shameless crackheads are a disgrace--not only can coke have you will have you exploiting their kids and their memories.
all this to say these people out here are dangerous take these people w/ a grain of salt...and to think I gave her kudos for her honourable parental duty and enabled her and her foolishness when she said my pride im not this kind of person and I said honey do what you must you have to bury your boy! ...and the sick twisted demented soul had the nerve to start crying again...lord it een funny..its rather sad...I cant believe it...I told my sister the story and she couldnt come to...when these low distructive powderheads come with their story tell them its the devil's work!
maybe the tears were that of guilt b/c she knew what she was doing was wrong?
so there I was this past saturday waiting from the train to come as im running late...low and behold two people come up to me with a worried look of urgency in their eyes...i pull out the ipod plugs (jammin' to LB-they coming on the 25th!) and the lady addresses me with polite casualities and tells me her name and say mam--I interject im only 27 dont call me mam--as I extend my hand for an impromptu handshake while giving her my govt name...so she then proceeds pulls out a piece of paper with a little boys picture on it letting me know that it was her son who was killed on Halloween on the corner of 69th and 22nd (in Liberty City) by a hit and run...
...she asked didnt I hear it on the news and I say no I havent watched TV in quite some time...I give my condolences as she say them tells me oh they got um and they in jail and God gon deal with um and this and this and that and that and I follow proclaiming to her that mam three lives were lost...your son's as well as the two joyriders...quite naturally tears welled up in her eyes...so she continues his daddy and I we dont have any money to bury him and we just out here tryna get whatever we can- whatever you can manage to give is fine with us "we arent picky"...she touched my heart...I said mam well i dont have any money on me now (I did but I just came from the bank and I didnt feel comfortable pulling out my 2 yards in the front of strangers(im not stupid I dont care how many people around) and her gentleman friend look pretty hot and frantic like something wasnt right with him or he was on that sh1t...
...so neway, I ask her for a flyer and she said we are all out and I say well go to office depot they have 1 cent b/w copies and I wish I had my coupon id give it to you and then I gave her ideas of where more of a concentration of black people would be who I thought would be more sympathetic to her plight...I suggessted the flea market---the man said they dont allow soliciting there_ I said well hand out flyers in the parking lot keep walking around-then she said my brother is a security office there (hmm something should clicked then)---
we struck up and even more in depth conversation of her son(im like that w/ srangers trying to solve people life in 5 minutes I use to be worse)- I asked how old was he, what school he went to (as she gave the name what a coincidence as I have a friend from high school who teaches there- and we were suppose to be going to a wealth building seminar at 1 that day but I opted for the miami book fair (the brazil pavillion, tananarive due and amiri baraka et al) so I had just spoke to her moments before...then her eyes start watering again...and I told her mam its gonna be fine just stay prayed up...
...so she gives me a flyer- one of her last...the white-out on it shouldve rendered it suspect but I gave her the benefit of the doubt and told her first thing monday morning I would go to the Bank of America branch across the ave from my job and deposit something to his burial fund...I even told her to go to Poitier b/c they always bury kids for free...she and the gentleman blurted out) oh he having finanical problems (mind I have a minor acquaintance that works their too) that was understandable but I found it strange that a for-profit entity couldnt write-off a child's burial seeing that this type of thing is tax deductable for their business...but still I carried on the conversation...the train comes we get on so she announces to everyone (um was having a game and hell a people was orange and greened up on the train) so she starts speaking and I tell her project your voice they cant hear you! and she does then I move b/c i wanted to sit down...she comes all the way by me and this man gives her like 4 or 5 bucks...then I call my friend (truth after verification you see) and I asked her girl one of the students at your school died..she says girl not that i know...and I would know about it...I give the people the benefit of the doubt STILL and say well I know she teach all them crackbabies and they all hard to handle so in a school with at least 500+ kids she could very well not know abou the who died on Halloween...
...so that was saturday didnt think about it till today...dont watch news much and but I read the paper everyday and surely it wouldve been in the herald of this little boy or my boss wouldve brought it up as halloween was windy and rainy and it wouldve been fresh on my memory...and it bothered me that 2 weeks gon by and this baby boy een in the ground yet...so something told me to google the little boy's name and his names comes up ...she's his mother alright...but check this: the boy has been dead since april of '03 and he died at home! I was so shocked...I dont know what is worse...two people peddling a dead child's memory or how low drugs can make you go!
Im nice, a bit longwinded at times, but im not a sucker!...these sophisiticated disgusting shameless crackheads are a disgrace--not only can coke have you will have you exploiting their kids and their memories.
all this to say these people out here are dangerous take these people w/ a grain of salt...and to think I gave her kudos for her honourable parental duty and enabled her and her foolishness when she said my pride im not this kind of person and I said honey do what you must you have to bury your boy! ...and the sick twisted demented soul had the nerve to start crying again...lord it een funny..its rather sad...I cant believe it...I told my sister the story and she couldnt come to...when these low distructive powderheads come with their story tell them its the devil's work!
maybe the tears were that of guilt b/c she knew what she was doing was wrong?