Giving You The Best That I Got

Giving You The Best That I Got

Ain't there something I can give you
In exchange for everything you give to me
Read my mind and make me feel just fine
When I think my peace of mind is out
of reach

The scales are sometimes unbalanced
And you bear the weight of all that has to be
I hope you see that you can lean on me
And together we can calm a stormy sea

Everybody's got opinions
'Bout the way they think our story's gonna end
Some folks feel it's just a superficial thrill
Everybody's gonna have to think again

We love so strong and so unselfishly
They don't bother me so I'm gonna keep on
Giving you the best that I got, baby
They don't bother me, said I'm gonna keep on
Giving you the best that I got, listen baby

My weary mind is rested
And I feel as if my home is in your arms
Fears are all gone, I like the sound of your song
And I think I want to sing it forever


....Just thinking about you! lol...

Credits:
song by Anita Baker
edited to fit need: Deji Ajikawo
Writer: Anita Baker

You Got What?

Who could possibly be calling me this late at night. It is 9.00p.m. am enjoying my fresh fish and red wine for dinner; watching CNN. Life can not be better. The phone kept on ringing continually as if the person knows that am purposely avoiding the call. With anger, I summoned the courage and picked the phone up. “Why are you trying to avoid my call?” was the first thing she said. Dumfounded, am trying to figure out the person on the other end that have the nerves to call me and greeted me with those words and she is not my mother. After a few silence, she introduced herself. An old friend of mine from the good old days of the past. (smiling.. hmmm) (to protect her identity, I will call her “Mo”) . Noble, she said. (Noble was my nickname when I was at University of Maryland). I saw your number on your facebook page and I decided to call you up since am in Maryland again. Hmm.. Another thought was going thru my head. Lord please deliver me from temptation. I promise to be a good boy this year.

After a few minute of exchanging pleasantries, she still sound as sexy as ever on the phone, she asked me when am I coming to visit her. Coming to visit you! You don't evenly asked me if am married or in a relationship. At this point my mind was in the gutters like every other man in my situation would be. Hmm.. clearing my throat. Lord! This is not part of the bargain. Reluctantly, not to be rude, I asked for her address. She said, am staying at Washington Hospital Center, 3rd floor. Washington Hospital center? I exclaimed in my mind. What is wrong was my next question. She replied with a voice that can melt a rock, I will tell you when you get here. This does not sound good. At this point my mind was out of the gutter and different thoughts were going thru it. Quickly I went to the hospital to meet her. She had lost weight; looking freight like a ghost. “Mo” what is wrong? Are you ok? (Don’t you just hate it when people ask you an obvious question.. No she is not ok. If she is ok she wouldn’t be at the hospital).

She took a deep breath and said, “Noble, will you make me laugh. I still remember your silly jokes and funny faces”. How can I make you laugh, I don’t even know what is wrong with you or why you are here or why you insisted that you must see me. From my look, she realized that am not comfortable in the room. She took another breath and said, “Noble, am dying of breast cancer” “Your girls are killing me” . Speechless, don’t know what to say or do. She was only 34years old. Young and pretty. How? Why? What? And where? This is not a Nigerian disease. This is supposed to be an American disease. Foolish and ignorant of me; breast cancer is a woman disease regardless of the race or place of residence.

There were so many questions running thru my head. But it was too late. All I could do was hold her hand and tell jokes. We laughed and laughed thru out the night. The nurse came in and asked me to leave. We both lied and said I was her husband. Breast cancer at a tender age. All she could say was she wished that she had paid more attention to her health and not try to self diagnose it. According to her, the signs were there but she was too busy with work and self medicated with advil and blame tenderness on her breast with her monthly. When she told her mother of persist sickness and tiredness, they attributed it to some kind of issue from the family back home. By the time she went to the doctor for medical checkup she was at an advance stages. On my way out in the morning, we hugged and cried and laughed more and told silly jokes. Couldnt hold off my tears in the car. The more I cried the more I remembered the good times at the museums in Washington, D.C. and the prank at the Zoo and thank God for her brief life. Days later after my visit, she was gone! Gone forever never again to see "Mo" .

To all my sisters, female friends, please take the time to do your yearly medical checkup. It can save your life. Talk to your parents about past medical history and death history in your family. Xprexxion magazine may be able to pay for a simple mammogram if there is no other alternative. Not everything is caused by your enemy or your step mother or the witch next door or the devil. God can only help those that helped themselves. Learn about your body. There will be no untimely death amongst us in Jesus name again.

Say what? She asked for what?

Blogger: Xprexxion Magazine - Create PostAs usually, am always confronted with uncomfortable situations. I usually know how to talk my way through or advise my way out of it. This particular situation took me by surprise and made me speechless. I was watching the Washington Redskins getting beat like a step child by New York Giants on a nice Thursday afternoon when the phone call came in. A friend of mine wants to come and see me at home and it is important. As much as I don’t like visitors in my house, I agreed. An hour later, he arrived like a puppy looking for his owner.

My friend, what is the situation? I asked. After a few minutes of deep breath, he asked me not to laugh and it is a very sensitive subject. At this point am already laughing inside. He started by saying his girlfriend’s birthday is next week and she wants a dildo for her birthday. A what?!?! I exclaimed with a surprised face. She must be joking!! No, she is not. He replied. To make sure that I heard him correctly, I asked again. At this point am speechless. Didn’t know what to say, I asked, isn’t she a Nigerian? Yes of course! he replies. At this point I didn’t know what to say. Is she trying to tell him that he is not “Mr. Capable”? Or is she a liberated Naija woman that wants to be satisfied?

Am at lost for words. The birthday is coming and he is confused about what to do. He is seriously contemplating breaking up with her because of her gift request. Every time I think of it, I laugh. To me, it is more like a punishment. I try to imagine what was going through her mind when she was telling him of her birthday gift request “Go to store and get me the big black_______ since you are not capable”

This is my latest story in my series of “Temptation: Lord! Please deliver me”