Dear bwahs and leddies
I just want to take a moment to frankly address a large number of you.
First off, my godchild was born today. I don't know any details other than it's a little girl, though. Here's how the cell phone conversation went down:
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Danielbwah (father) talked to me briefly on his cell phone tonight. It went something like dis:
DANIELBWAH: Hi, Reverend...
MYSELF: Hey bwah! How you feelin!
DANIELBWAH: Umm, aah, okay, I guess.
MYSELF: So how were the day's events?
DANIELBWAH: Umm, baby's been born.
MYSELF: I KNOWS that, Danielbwah. I mean how is everybody, how de baby, how you doin after dat experience, you know.
DANIELBWAH: Man, I'm tired. And all these foo womens around won't let me go home and go to bed. Here, the cell phone is dying. Lemme let you talk to Ginny. She's all doped up.
(noise as phone is handed to the new mother)
GINNY: Hullo... Reverend?
MYSELF: Hello yung leddy!
GINNY: Hi... I sorry I sound funny. I got oxygen for a little while.
MYSELF: Oh, it okay. Make you sound kinda husky and sexy.
GINNY: Ha, I don't feel that way right now.
MYSELF: Oh, c'mon, why not?
GINNY: Cuz I had a baby and I be bleedin' out the wazoo.
MYSELF: Hehe, well, yo wazoo will be fine.
GINNY: You nasty, Reverend. Talkin bout my wazoo like that. My baby is so beautiful.
MYSELF: Oh yeah?
GINNY: She beautiful. And don't look nothin like me. Look just like Daniel.
MYSELF: Poor thing!
GINNY: Nah. She beautiful.
MYSELF: So how long ago it get borned?
GINNY: Aaah...
(And the cell phone died. I's still a proud godfatha.)
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Secondly, I am seriously thinking about returning to Tuscaloosa/Birmingham to live. I've come to the conclusion that despite a few perks, I'm really unhappy here. And my widowed mama, for once in her life, is dead-on in saying I was never happier than when I lived there.
Talk's all cool, but I'll have to make a plan. I had to leave Tuscaloosa originally cuz I couldn't support myself. Maybe I can set some shit up now.
Worth a try, anyhow, right? And I'd be closer to Memphis, too.
First off, my godchild was born today. I don't know any details other than it's a little girl, though. Here's how the cell phone conversation went down:
--
Danielbwah (father) talked to me briefly on his cell phone tonight. It went something like dis:
DANIELBWAH: Hi, Reverend...
MYSELF: Hey bwah! How you feelin!
DANIELBWAH: Umm, aah, okay, I guess.
MYSELF: So how were the day's events?
DANIELBWAH: Umm, baby's been born.
MYSELF: I KNOWS that, Danielbwah. I mean how is everybody, how de baby, how you doin after dat experience, you know.
DANIELBWAH: Man, I'm tired. And all these foo womens around won't let me go home and go to bed. Here, the cell phone is dying. Lemme let you talk to Ginny. She's all doped up.
(noise as phone is handed to the new mother)
GINNY: Hullo... Reverend?
MYSELF: Hello yung leddy!
GINNY: Hi... I sorry I sound funny. I got oxygen for a little while.
MYSELF: Oh, it okay. Make you sound kinda husky and sexy.
GINNY: Ha, I don't feel that way right now.
MYSELF: Oh, c'mon, why not?
GINNY: Cuz I had a baby and I be bleedin' out the wazoo.
MYSELF: Hehe, well, yo wazoo will be fine.
GINNY: You nasty, Reverend. Talkin bout my wazoo like that. My baby is so beautiful.
MYSELF: Oh yeah?
GINNY: She beautiful. And don't look nothin like me. Look just like Daniel.
MYSELF: Poor thing!
GINNY: Nah. She beautiful.
MYSELF: So how long ago it get borned?
GINNY: Aaah...
(And the cell phone died. I's still a proud godfatha.)
--
Secondly, I am seriously thinking about returning to Tuscaloosa/Birmingham to live. I've come to the conclusion that despite a few perks, I'm really unhappy here. And my widowed mama, for once in her life, is dead-on in saying I was never happier than when I lived there.
Talk's all cool, but I'll have to make a plan. I had to leave Tuscaloosa originally cuz I couldn't support myself. Maybe I can set some shit up now.
Worth a try, anyhow, right? And I'd be closer to Memphis, too.