modern family.

I woke up with a nudge that things are going to be different today. Not to say the least it took 10 minutes for my fears, or should I say vague hope, to be confirmed. First up my mum calls me nigga! You heard that right, she went like, “nigga go brush my shoes I’m leaving in 10” holy cow! Did I wake up in like 20B.C?? what happened to good mornings, not to say the least.. I thought slave days we’re over.


Not being too judgmental I find the traits from my father’s side of our family weird! Or rather it must have been a windy day when this apple fell from the tree. I think its totally cryptic trying to pin this one down. My folks have the habit of putting the fox in the henhouse and by this I mean they vainly try to attack you infront of the esteemed members of my opposite gender. Flashback to last sunday, i'm having my fun chatting up with a pal of mine while i'm seated in the car, until my 'male folk' arrives.
He starts cracking jokes, which by the way were not funny, while at his omniscent new character, i give him 'the look'. You know the look that suggests, listen here yo..its your car I respect that, but give a brutha some space..im a man now.And for my unsuccessful attempt I think i got the 'we'll have 'the talk' tonight' kinda look. Every teenager dreads the talk. I'm made to believe that there's a new twist..they dread the talker, not the talk. The talk is okay only if administerred by a party you'll see in the next ten decades. I'm not going anywhere particular with this story, so please don't wait for the tipping point, it won't come.


                             Sorry for that while, i had just been called to pull over the stool for my perfectly young mother who was just ten feet away. And where was I, In my room, far upstairs. Infact i cant wait to get kid's of my own. The only thing that will lift my lazy posterior is 'the talk' with my doctor. Now this talks don't seem to go away eh?