ALBINOID

2002

Michael

There was a hot gospel R&B group I use to know back when I was in the university; it was a group of four talented guys. This gospel soul quartet was so good; they got some ladies eatin’ from the palm of their hands. Did y’all notice the part where I said “some ladies”? You did? Good, cause I got my ladies too and they eat from nobody’s palm but mine! Ah, ego boostin’ myself, huh? Lol!

You know, at campus concerts, the ladies be throwin’ g-strings and bras at these niggas! Ok ok am lyin’ about the panties and bra  throwin’ bit but seriously, the ladies got love for them and some boys admire their skills. They were my boys, so I had none but love ‘em for too.

Back when I used to stay in the hostel, me and my boy, Melvin would usually tease them boys on how they were goin’ around the campus front’n like they were Boyz II Men. These niggas could throw down a capella anytime and they usually did like seasoned vets. We (students in our hostel block) all loved it when they would jus hang by the stairway late in the night, vibin and kickin up unbelievable harmonies.

In every R&B band, we all have our favorite person from that group, right? Wanya Morris was my favorite from Boyz II Men (I added Shawn Stockman as time went by), Kenny Green (Intro), Slim (1-12), K-Ci (Jodeci), Bobby Brown (New Edition), Carl E. Martin (Shai) and from this gospel cats, my favorite was Michael.

Michael was a gentle and soft spoken nigga who could have given Shawn Stockman a run for his moolah any day if he had the same platform; yeah this nigga was that good! Michael could be in the corridor doin’ his laundry or at the tap fetchin’ water and singin’, and folks would literally stop whatever they were doin’ jus to listen to a brotha. True story, no lie!

Apart from bein’ able to blow like a canary or is it, nightingale (what bird could sing the sweetest again?), there was somethin’ else that set him apart, somethin’ that made him different…

Y’all hold on to that thought while I tell you about somebody else, is that okay?

Victor

My friend Victor was one of the greatest pussy men I ever kicked it with. When I say pussy man, I don’t mean being a coward, right? I meant a nigga who’s been in all kinds of exotic pussies; Hugh Heffner ain’t got shit on my boy! Black, white, Indian, alien, name it and this nigga’s done it all…did I say alien? Well, y’all know what am tryna say, right? Lmao!

Albinos

Now what do these two friends of mine have in common apart from the fact that we all went to the same school?

Did somebody jus say they were both albinos? 

Nah, sorry to bust your bubbles but that wasn’t what they had in common! One was an albino and the other wasn’t.

“But where is the common ground?” you asked

My nigga Viccolo is the only friend I know who’s ever fucked an albino before and he testified to the goodness of that pussy!

Tanzania
Today, Tuesday, 22.11.2011

Listenin’ to the news today, I heard that eight (8) mutherfuckers were sentence to die in Tanzania and ninety four (94) others are awaitin’ trials.

Though I wasn’t particularly happy about the death sentencin’ but you can be sure I wasn’t sad at all. As much as am not for death sentencing (I believe niggas should live to suffer the consequences of their action and if they die in the process, so be it), I like the ones passed in TZ yesterday.

In this day and age, isn’t it barbaric to think that killin’ a nigga with an exotic skin and usin’ his body parts for ritual will bring your ass wealth? These lazy niggas in TZ were goin’ beheading albinos and sellin’ their body parts to some other fools who think that shit can take asses to Easy Street.

Imagine killin’ the talented Mr. Michael, imagine murderin’ that fine ass albino pussy my nigga Vickey testified about, imagine beheadin’ Boris Bekker and Paul Scholes and them other beautiful everyday albino niggas…God forbid!

I hope those 94 awaitin’ still sentencin’ will be treated the way they treated their victims…if it was down to me, I will take their body parts out, one by one until their miserable lives end.