AND I AM TELLIN U!

Ok, so I am away for my grandmas funeral in New York City. I stayed with my buddy Trade Stevens (who is set to realese his sophomore album in the Summer). Trade lives in what is now called SOha, which stands for South of Harlem on 117st. The neighborhood is really nice compared to what is was before. Man i was so suprised to see, what the coming of Bill Clinton to Harlem has done to the place. I mean, white people everywhere, but its all good. Now Harlem not only has flavor, but it also has a little more diversity which in turn has driven up the real estate market. BACK to the subject at hand..... So, I decided to take so time for me to just take in the old city. One of my favorite spots is 125th street, what I like about one-two-fifth is its pure Black rawness. I am am walking in and out of stores sampling American Black, and African American culture all together. Around me are people, noise, food, business women, mothers, brothers, hustlers, and gurls everywhere. I am loving it. When I walk by this store with a sign that reads going out of business. I looked at the window to see that the store appears to have been one of those places that sells authentic African sculptures and masks. My curious mind wanted to see what was on sale. Thats when I saw the most amaizing piece of sculpture that blew my mind. A hand carved mohagony six-foot tall bear breasted women carring a pot of water on her head. She was so beautiful!!!!!!!! She must have weighed about 175 pounds since i could not budge her. The store owner was willing to give her to me for $300 dollars, and can you belive I agrued with him saying that she was worth more than that. Unfortunately, I was not prepared to pay $3 let alone $300 dollars. He said that he was deperate to raise money and that was the reason he was willing to let her go. Dam, I hate being broke and responsible. But anyways, I thanked him for the offer and quickly ran out the store before the impulsive part of me pulled out the good ole Amex and pay it! When i got to the door I looked back one more time at my queen to say goodbye to her and BAM I bupmed into a women on the sidewalk. Instictively, I began to apologize to her, saying that it was my fault for being so careless. She said no problem baby, and then it hit me!!!!! That voice, that face, that smile, that wig, I know them all. I know them all. I have it saved on my phone. That voice is on my phone. She is familliar to me. And I am telling you right there my body heated up, the women who i bumped into was the legendary Jenifer Holiday. GAgging, I apologized to Jenny even more, telling her how much i loved her and how terrific she is. I thanked her for always standing up for the gurls and her advocay for HIV related issues. Unfortunately, she looked haggard and depressed. Carrying two plasic bags in one hand and a one-two-fifth hand bag in the other hand she walked away. I quickly pulled out my cell phone to caputure this picture. (When you see me ask to see it). My goodness, Bill Clinton may have moved to Harlem but he has not taking away its originality where everyone is equal on one-two-fifth.