*I thought church service went pretty well yesterday. I hope my plea for folks to go look in on sister Pollie pans out. Too many people in this church...there needs to be somebody in her room everday. Oh well, time for me to check my schedule and see what I have lined up. Funny, who knew my love for taking photos back in high school would be something I would make a living doing.
I see here I have that shoot for DUB Magazine today. *
*It's been a few days now since Pollie's stay in the hospital. Jasa felt there was more going on w/ this sister than The Deacon & Pastor were making out to be. For some reason she liked Pollie. They had never really spoke much other than your regular chit chat after service. There was that one time, they had brunch w/ a group of sisters and sat next to each other talking the whole time about a lil of everything. From their conversation, Jasa sense a bit of loneliness from her, something she'd often felt herself.
She came to the hospital once again to check on her and bring a lil gift. Jasa couldn't really pick-up on Pollie's style, it changed often, like her mood. So, she just made her a beautiful thin, braclett out of cooper, silver and gold interwind together like a braid w/ a tiny heart & cowie shell dangling from it.
She also brought a males bracelett w/ her for her new interest, Dr. Wood. She thought of him endlessly. Jasa wasn't sure if it was appropritate, but she made him one anyway. Just a replica of the real leather one, she hoped he didn't frown up at her's. She added a lil different flavor still showing, representation of his fraternity's colors and symbol.
When she got to Pollie's room the nurse was taking her vitals. Pollie was sound asleep. The nurse held up her finger to her lips motioning for Jasa to be quiet. Then they left the room.*
"She had a ruff night?" Jasa asked concerned.
"Yes. We just gave her something to sleep. She's been agitated all day. Are you her sister?"
Jasa smiled, 'something like that. We go to the same congregation."
"Oh, I see, well maybe you'd like to go get coffee or come back later, she probably won't wake up for awhile."
"Hum, I think I'll get something to eat and come back. I'm not driving so, I'll hang around. Do you know of any good little places to eat nearby, other that the cafeteria?"
"Sure. 'Potato Creations' right around the corner, they ahve nice salads and baked potatos w/ whatever you want or McDonalds,' she says starring at Jasa's earrings. 'You can also go to,'...she pauses in the middle of her own sentence, 'girl, where did you get those? they are so sharp?"
Jasa blushes.
"I made them."
The nurse looks amazed and reaches to feel them, 'may I,' she says. Jasa nods her head 'yes'.
* It rained earlier. Jasa loved the smell of the rain. She walked into 'Potato Creations'. It was a small but cute little place. People uniforms from hospital workers to, police officers were coming an going picking up orders. Everyone seemed to know each other.
She found a little spot and sat down. A frustration waitress ran over and took her order quickly, 'it will be a minute, sis,' she yells wisking away grabing empty cups and plate from a nearby table.
Jasa takes out a pamplet she picked up downtown on her lunch break the day before about classes at the community college. Just as she get deep in thought a slightly familiar voice interupts her.*
"Eating alone?"
Jasa looks up and blushes immediately.
"I was," she says not believing how blunt she was.
He laughs and takes the seat across from her.
"So, thinking about enroling or changing classes," he ask sliding off his jacket noticing what she was reading. The muscles in his shoulders scream at Jasa through the thin olive green sweater he was wearing.
She try not to stare, knowing lust had to be written all over face.
"Well, I'm thinking about enrolling." Jasa voice was hesitant.
"Really Jasa," she smiles as he says her name. He smiles back, "what do you want to major in?"
Just as she is about to answer, the waitress come to the table, "hey, Amir, your usual?"
"Hey now, baby, you know it." He laughs. She walks away.
Jasa is shocked at his sudden change of dialect. He notices how she looks at him.
"What?" he contiues to laughs, "Jasa, don't let the 'd' & the 'r' before my name fool you. I was raised in the heart of the hood by my 'Big Ma', who carried a pocketbook, that's right, not a purse but a pocket-book. And, in that pocketbook on Monday through Saturday, she had a pistol, a hankie and slips from the numbers she ran. On Sunday, she replaced the pistol for a bible and dragged all eight of us, my siblings & cousins she raised to church. Everyone of us finished highschool and went to college and, Big Ma lived to see it all." He winks at Jasa and sips the herbal tea the waitress had brought back to him.
Jasa is impressed by how open and honest he was. She felt so comfortable.
"Wow," she says. "Thats amazing, Amir. She must have been an amazing woman."
"Still is," he reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out his wallet. Amir flips right to a picture of Big Ma, him and all the kids in his family.
Jasa laughs, "Well, she's not big at all."
The tiny woman sat surrounded, w/ her pocketbook in her lap, by eight children, who seemed to start from a young age, ranging to their teens. Jasa notices Amir in the picture. In the pick, he is the only one w/ a short fro. "How old were you?"
He takes the pic, looks at it and smiles then gentely places it back into his wallet, "about 23. I'm the third child among my siblings, but the 5th, among all of us she raised."
"Hum, I'm the third also," she giggles.
"Watch out. We have a pattern here." He jokes.
"Really? How so?" She looks at paculiar.
"Well, you seem to have a caring heart for people you hardly know meaning, Ms. Kilpatrick and, that's the reason I'm a doctor. You have a very fly, colorful afro centric taste. Which I love anything afro centric. In case you didnt notice my dreads." They laugh, he continues, "we're both born the third child," he looks around, "we both like potatos I assume, and let me see...," just then the waitress comes and sits their order down.
"Sorry for the wait guys. Here you go. A baby greek salad for you w/ lite house dressing, and one for you, plain. A bake potato w/ cheddar and grilled chicken for you, and one for you w/ sour cream on the side. Enjoy folks!"
Jasa and Amir start to laugh w/ amazement so loud, people begin starring at them.
*Well, that shoot went easy. Nice cars, beautiful models and great weather. Wish they were all that easy.*
KMJQ Magic 102.1
"...They call me Drak baby..here I come
I ain't gonna bite ya I just want you to hang on
Well alright....."
*OH SH!T, that's my jam. Gotta turn that up. "Yeah, slde with me won't you come away? Don't worry baby everything's ok. You can't run the game if you don't know my name. I'll take you where you've never been before
There's something for you , a hole lot more
You ain't got to seek, everyone knows you're a freak...
SLIDE, SLIDE,SLIDE"
*Yes!! that takes a brotha back. Dayton, OH home of Slave, The Ohio Players, Heatwave, Lakeside. I saw them all growing up. I even tried to play bass in a band for a minute. That is before I got caught up with the wrong crew. Yeah, I was Victor Jones football star at Dayton Dubar High School and wannabe Funk Bassplayer but, that wasn't enough for me. Had to be all in the streets. The streets ended up running me out of Dayton but, they can't take the FUNK from a brotha*
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