“The Kessa Lounge” A. Dakala

When I thought my life couldn’t get more crazier, in walked the man of my dreams only to find out that he had a passion and love for music as if he was married to it. For the past three years I have been totally embrassed to talk about my relationship with Germaine Taylor who prefer to be called GRIP; his music name to my girlfriends. All of their men are hardworking guys, some without degrees, but they’re not struggling, though none of them have any outside talents; they all work hard and come home to their women.

This negro of mine has a professional job he has worked for over fifteen years making a great six figure salary. The problem I have with Germaine is, he is fixated on breaking into the music industry but he is fucking forty years old with a body full of tattoos. I am so tired of this shit, coming home to that loud ass rap music blasting from the drive way, no Regina Bell or Anita Baker, all that bumpty, bump bump shit. He wakes up to rap music, always rapping to himself to the point I hate coming home after work. I can’t support his dreams because it’s a fantasy, I mean he is a great writer and performer but so was Michael Jackson and Prince. Sometimes you got to grow up and face reality, not everyone was meant to accomplish their dreams. He needs another hobby, like painting or landscaping something other than being a music artist that’s catered to the kids now.

Tonight one of my girlfriends are having her birthday party at The Kessa Lounge in Buckhead, Georgia; it’s a couple ‘s event. Germaine begged me to ditch the event and come watch him perform for some music executives who he says is flying in from LA. I know it’s a waste of his time, so I came up with a lie to avoid going, I’m sure he will come home tonight disappointed. Any who, I’m going to party with my girls at The Kessa Lounge and I’m thinking about inviting my ex-boyfriend just to have someone with me, so I won’t look unworthy and lonely to my friends. The only issue I have with that; hope he can get away from his dumbass girlfriend.

I’m headed to the mall afterwork to get me a sexy outfit just for tonight, but then again, I just may dress conversative, I wouldn’t want my ex to think he getting some of my na na because I’m reaching out to his ass. If he ever calls me back.

When I got home from the mall, Germaine was packing up with music things and at the same time, my ex was blowing up my phone. There’s no way I could answer my phone with Germaine still at home, them two are like oil and water, fire and gas; They had a major fist fight that resulted in both getting locked up by the police a few years ago. I had to play the supportive woman, wishing him well, go out there and break a leg babe, I told him as I walked him to the door. As soon as, his car was out of the driveway, I returned my ex’s call. To my surprise, it wasn’t him calling me back, it was his woman. “Bitch, you better stop calling my man, if you know what’s good for your trifling ass”, she said. “Honey you mad because you got my left overs”, I told her and hung up. Oh and I also blocked his number. I guess I will be going to The Kessa Lounge alone without a date for sure now. I had No last minute prospects I can call up and I damn sure wasn’t asking none of those bums at the Kickstand Bikers Bar.

Once I got to the lounge with my girls, I felt so out of place. “I am so tired of being the third wheel” I continued saying to myself. No single guys in here to even offer me a drink and I didn’t want to look foolish dancing in a corner alone. This entire forty year rapper shit has really gotten me f’d up right now with Germaine. After my third drink I decided to leave and head home. I lied to my homegirl and told her that I wasn’t feeling well but would make it up too her. In order for me to be happy I need to let Germaine know that things between us is not working out and we need to end this relationship. He’s not going to take it well, I just know it.

Germaine was still out I assumed, once I got home I notice that everything was still left the way it was when I left this evening. I grabbed all the trash bags I could and started throwing all of his things in it. I think he had more cds laying around than clothes. His love for music has become an addiction like a junkie on drugs. He should be looking at me as his drug fix not music. As I was moving the last of the eight bags of clothes to the living room, Germaine calls my phone. I didn’t even bother picking up because I didn’t want to hear about, how his talent has been over looked, or nobody sees his talent because of his age so on and so on. I’m just so ready for this man to leave me alone and go find him a stripper bitch or some gold digger that will do anything to be with a wanna be rapper.

Just as I was finally fallen to sleep, I could hear that loud as hellcat pulling up in the drive way. “Here comes to drama” I said. Germaine comes in talking all loud and ghetto, ” Baby , baby where are you” he said. Then I hear, “what the fuck is this shit, why are my clothes in a trash bag?” I came down the stairs, never gave him a chance to speak, Germaine I want you to get out and go to your homeboys or whatever. I explain to him that, his passionate to be a rap artist should of happen for him twenty years ago. He normally would put up a fight to argue but not this time, I found that to be odd but at least he loading his shit in his car. He placed my key on the table and exited. “That was easy” I said. I watched him drive out of the drive way. I guess I could have at least asked how did the meeting go but for the looks of things not well as usual.

The next morning on my way to work Big Tigger was on V103 morning show talking about never letting anyone dictate your future and never giving up on your dreams when you believe in yourself. This was follow by him introducing the listeners to his special guest. ” To my V103 listeners I would like to introduce to you, Atlanta’s newest and hottest rap artist who amazed record label executives last night with is his performance and signed a five million dollar, 2 year record deal with Def Jam records; I introduce to you all….. GRIP!”

The End.

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