A new edition to the extended family
Save for a couple characters, all of my closest friends have been married. I say closest, because I have friends, close friends and then niggas that I call my brother and might slip in a "love ya" when I'm leaving from a visit or end a convo that was our first in a couple months.
Out of all my brothers that have been married (Dubb, Rick, Nast, Vino, Rek, San) none have popped out a seed...that was until Sunday, when Rek and Shelly bore lil Naima Truth Jamison.
It was beautiful thing. Uncle Tip brought pics to our congregation meeting. One pictured Rek, with fro now out of control, cheesin from ear to ear next to little Naima, sleepin on her bed.
At some point this week, I'm gonna head over Rek's crib, pop open a bottle of single malt and put on John Coltrane's Live In Paris. The original "Naima" was featured on the classic Giant Steps. But this live rendition is more intense than the original, but retains the kind of emotion that come from a father's love for his daughter and Trane made "Naima" for his baby girl.
Yes, Naima is a pretty name, but I'm 1,000% sure her name was a tribute to Rek's fav artist and the song he made for his daughter. I fully expect my grown brother to shed a tear when we click a glass of scotch and listen to the classic tune as a tribute to his new baby. I'm just glad I'm home to share that with him.
Oh, and I'm an Uncle, now. (True, this is gonna go like it has with all my little cousins. I'm gonna be gone soon and only return to Buff once or twice a year while this new generation of the family keeps gettin older and older. I mean, when I saw lil Kedara and she was a full-grown high schooler, listenin to the Dip Set...or my lil cousin Clauds is set to graduate from HS and gettin hit on at Subway...these things flip out a dude who -- thanks to distance -- spent a cumulative of two or three weeks with most of the family for the past 7 years.) Still, even if I'll be gone soon and when I come back Shrek (that's my Brangelina version of Shelly and Rek) will have to introduce the lil one to me like, "Remember Uncle Vince?" and I'll say annoying grown-up things like, "Girrrrrl, I remember when I use to be able to fit you in the palm of my hand." Even though this is gonna happen, I'm glad I'm here to share this initial euphoria. This is a good thing.
Congrats to my nigga Rek.
Out of all my brothers that have been married (Dubb, Rick, Nast, Vino, Rek, San) none have popped out a seed...that was until Sunday, when Rek and Shelly bore lil Naima Truth Jamison.
It was beautiful thing. Uncle Tip brought pics to our congregation meeting. One pictured Rek, with fro now out of control, cheesin from ear to ear next to little Naima, sleepin on her bed.
At some point this week, I'm gonna head over Rek's crib, pop open a bottle of single malt and put on John Coltrane's Live In Paris. The original "Naima" was featured on the classic Giant Steps. But this live rendition is more intense than the original, but retains the kind of emotion that come from a father's love for his daughter and Trane made "Naima" for his baby girl.
Yes, Naima is a pretty name, but I'm 1,000% sure her name was a tribute to Rek's fav artist and the song he made for his daughter. I fully expect my grown brother to shed a tear when we click a glass of scotch and listen to the classic tune as a tribute to his new baby. I'm just glad I'm home to share that with him.
Oh, and I'm an Uncle, now. (True, this is gonna go like it has with all my little cousins. I'm gonna be gone soon and only return to Buff once or twice a year while this new generation of the family keeps gettin older and older. I mean, when I saw lil Kedara and she was a full-grown high schooler, listenin to the Dip Set...or my lil cousin Clauds is set to graduate from HS and gettin hit on at Subway...these things flip out a dude who -- thanks to distance -- spent a cumulative of two or three weeks with most of the family for the past 7 years.) Still, even if I'll be gone soon and when I come back Shrek (that's my Brangelina version of Shelly and Rek) will have to introduce the lil one to me like, "Remember Uncle Vince?" and I'll say annoying grown-up things like, "Girrrrrl, I remember when I use to be able to fit you in the palm of my hand." Even though this is gonna happen, I'm glad I'm here to share this initial euphoria. This is a good thing.
Congrats to my nigga Rek.
posted by Twistinado @ 4:51 PM
1 Comments:
At 11:44 PM,
Anonymous said…
Congrats Rek. You know what this means . . .ever since I can remember, when one kat in Buff drops a seed, another member of the crew (sometimes 2 or 3 members)is soon to follow. Makes you wonder who's next.
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