The Mouths of Babies

Little Girls' Letter to Wayne, Rap Mogul

"Letter to Lil Wayne" is a direct statement of justice from Watoto From The Nile. Growing tired and fed up with the constant degredation of Black women inside of Hip Hop music, they voice thier views and opinions on this melodic track.

We came across this video while searching the internet and immediately fell in love with the message. We thought that this positive song can possibly influence Lil' Wayne and the likes of others to stop degrading women in their music. Ladies, we should all take heed of their example and let our voices be heard across the world for positive music.

Giving It Away

Let's face it! Many of us don't own a V-Card anymore so there is no need to pretend that we still have it in our wallet.

For many, it's been gone for a long time ... everyone's time is different ... but are their reasons?

So yeah, many give up the card for Love, Lust, or the most hilarious reason ... Payback a.k.a Rebound.

Lust:

High School Girl: He's cute, wears the best clothes, quarterback or star point guard. You met his mom once (when she caught y'all in his room), everybody know your together. Not to mention all your friends have had to take off their purity rings so why should you be the one still with one?
College Chick: His name is well know on campus, you have three of your four classes with him and in two of them you both are grouped together for class projects. The other night at the Frat party you both danced together all night. Your spending all this time together anyway ... he seems like he may be the one and you're thinking most college dudes are not going to wait ... are you really going to let him go?
Grown Woman: You've prided yourself in still being the pure one of your friends. Yet, you can't relate to any of the girl talk they have. You've been dating this guy and has chosen to start the three month rule. He's everything you think you want. Nice looking, good job, own place, car ... yeah he's your ideal guy. Girls night is coming up again and you want to have SOMETHING you can relate to your girls on. Your not in love and it's only been two and a half months ... but you want to be apart of the conversation this time! And whats one week before your initial plan anyway?

Love:

High School Girl, College Chick, Grown Woman: This is here because there are some who really find themselves in love with a guy who has not pressure us, is willing to wait, spends his every minute with us so that you are positive that there is no possible infidelity. This guy may not be the perfect image we imagined but he is the man you want. You can't imagine yourself without him and after long contemplating you find yourself wanting to share the most precious and priceless thing you have with him and only him.

PAYBACK:

Everyone: So you have tried making it work with him. He just don't want to act right. He's out cheating, not the calling, and texting the other girls but he's actually having sex and blaming his cheating ways on the fact that you won't give him any. You are hurt and you can't believe the audacity he has to use your wanting to wait as a reason for him to cheat. You get up enough nerve to want to leave. You meet another guy ... your not even near lust with him ... he will simply be your pawn in hurting the guy who hurt you. Will he know this? No. Will you ever tell? No. But you will ensure that once your relationship is out and known by everyone that's when you will you jump into full revenge mode. You don't wait long to knowingly hand him your V-Card. Making him think he's the lucky one when ultimately you have just decided that your virginity is the ONLY thing that could make the EX feel the pain you felt over and over again. You virginity is no longer a gift your giving away you have programmed your mind to think that once it's gone it's gone ... no need to attach feelings. After the initial pain, you get over it, start to enjoy the ride and after looking at the clock you saw that in all of three minutes you gave away the most sacred thing to you ... but because you pushed that thought to the side ... after you look at the clock you saw that in three minutes you have done that one thing that would hurt the ex.

So ... now that that's done. Time to inform the Ex. Oh but you can't do it directly. So we tell our friends, who tell their friends or their boyfriends who can't wait to inform the EX. He finds out ... get pissed off ... and there ... Mission Accomplished.

For whatever reason above you chose to hand over your V-card to a man and months or years later you are either still happy with your decision, heartbroken, or pissed at the reason you chose to give up. No matter what the reason was at the time you gave it up it seemed like a good idea. You seemed to have your mind made up THEN.

BUT NOW ...

Do you regret your reason? or are you still happy? C'mon ... Be Honest and ...

SOUND OFF!


Now it wouldn't be right to ask you all a question without answering it ourselves ... Big Sis ... your answer?

Well, Lil Sis, I must say that I am that entire description on LOVE. I dated a guy in high school; whom I am with now, who was respectful enough to wait and never pressured me, unlike the others I dated. After a while I chose to hand him my v-card because I felt that I was ready. He was my ideal guy and I had high hopes of 'US'. At the time I was pretty sure it going to be a forever/ lifetime, then years later we broke broke things off. Did I regret giving him my v-card? No, I didn't and still don't. We remained friends and my high hopes of US did eventually turn into a sacred promise of forever. And YES, I must admit that I am STILL happy with my decision. Giving my v-card away has taught me that my body is a temple and it should be respected as such. Any man that claims to love me should love me enough to wait and respect my values, health, and most of all my body. That is what Mr. Brown did and I love him for that.


Now what about you Lil Sis?...

*CLEARS THROAT* Now everyone knows good and well that my V-card is secure in my hand purse, back pocket, or wallet. I can't remember. lol No seriously we both hold that description on love. I mean honestly I was one of those girls who when in a relationship the kiss was as far as I was going and I didn't think about anything further. It wasn't as if I didn't know about the acts of sex, Mother Grenade explained those to me when I was about 7 or 8. I guess because it was explained to me so young and because I understood, I wasn't curious. I started to see my friends hand their cards over when we were young and then they would catch feelings for the guy and he was already out the door. I then promised myself that no matter how many guys I dated I wouldn't be like a few of my friends handing my card over because of  lust nor would I be like one to hand it over for payback. When I'd finally met who I wanted to hand my card over to I was happy with my decision because I knew the precautions and everything and if anything was to happen I knew he would be the one I shared the consequences with. It was my choice to hand it over to him and from that choice I have given birth to two of the greatest little people; one on Earth and one in Heaven.

The Man Child

This topic is about the guy who is grown according to government and state age law, but is a child mentally.


I am talking the guy who puts video games ahead of his male responsibilities.


The guy who needs to be reminded to wash his ass and take out the trash on a daily basis.




The guy who needs to be taught right from wrong because apparently his momma was too busy bragging on how she is the best single mother to teach him.


The guy who figures he's the best father in the world because he pick his child up on weekends. He believes that spending time with his child (ren) means dropping them off at his moms crib while he goes and kick it.


The guys whose seems to be ready to settle down with a woman but fears that his friends would consider him a sell out.


I'm talking about the guy who believes that emotionally and physically abusing his girl makes him a man.


The guy who believes that being fly is more important than paying rent or opening up a checking account or better yet investing.


The guy who believes that being the head of the house means controlling and dictating who and what can and cannot be done.


The guy who rather live in filth than clean up.


The guys who grew up in a predominantly female household but still forgets to let the toilet seat down.




Now that thats out the way. I wonder if you ... yeah you there reading this post ... know any of the Manboy references personally. Do any names of people you know come up?


Are you one of the women allowing the Manboy to exisit in your home or relationship?


Now it's easy to put the blame soley on the Manboy himself but if you are constantly allowing the game to be played while the garbage piles up or the stench of his body to remain the smell of your home then you are labeled as a Manboy Inabler.




Are you going to work all day while he sleeps the day away or gets high all day and drink all night but your making sure his pockets are filled with your hard earned money so that he doesn't look bad in front of his friends.


This could be your man, your brother, cousin, or friend you can't let go of. The guy you have to feed, provide shelter for, washed his clothes, and care for him when he should know how to do these things for himself.


He is not a man, but a child that will never grow up if you keep sheltering him.

Lunch Time Honesty Minute: Being Overlooked

Growing up I was in alot of competitions. Yes I did the school competitions but I'm talking about citywide, statewide, and National competitions.

I was looked at as a leader for whatever age group I was in at the time and I competed against people my age and much older than me. I would often win it was just that when I got to the final competitions I was met with a challenge.


In majority of these competitions I had to do a lot of interviews and say many speeches and each time I excelled. It was one competition that I went to the top in four years straight and I was met with the same problem every time.

I knew as well as every one else knew that I'd deserved the title I was competing for except the judges.

Look ...

Every person I competed against would hold out secret weapons until the final speeches. Thats when they let the sob stories began. I mean you could hear anything from how they are suffering from not having a father figure to them being dyslexic. I mean ANYTHING. Now I'm not saying that these things aren't true however they knew as well as their coaches knew that this was what would help them win the competition.

Now, yes I called them sob stories because every time this happened they started to cry crocodile tears. While me and my whole family sat at the table and literally admitted that I wouldn't be winning this year.

The last year I did this competition I decided it would be my last. I actually felt that it was pointless for me to go through all the hooplah involved!

Why did I feel it was pointless?

Well put it like this. I grew up in a two parent home, good grades, no learning disabilities, I wasn't in any near death experiences, I could read, I wasn't a reformed bad ass ... none of that. I was a normal kid for my age with goals just like the others. There were times where some of my coaches felt that I should lie and say I had a problem to get me ahead in the competition. I wouldn't have that.

That final competition day came and I was luckily the last to go up. I was last after everyone had cried and given some of their deepest secrets or their supposed biggest "challenges". This year it was clear that everybody was full of shit and even they knew it.

I got on stage and spoke about how it is wrong to look over someone for doing well without having been through a bunch of obstacles. I pointed out how most of the problems these people claimed was because of their own actions and bad decisions. I didn't shed a tear and I ended very nicely with a fuck you. Not those words exactly. But trust me EVERYONE got the hint.

I didn't expect to win and I didn't. I hoped I didn't because I'd expressed how the competition was clearly bullshit.

The moral is that:

When you know your being looked over stand up and say something because as long as you allow bullshit to fly it will. Don't be a bird.

My Wedding ... But You Want To Be in WHITE?

I always hear stories from grown women about how they always dreamed of their fairy tale wedding. Well, I must admit I never really pictured myself ever getting married. I was the type a guy can invite to accompany him to wedding and would not get any ideas from it. Whereas, you have women out there who are just fascinated by the idea. A guy takes them and later he cannot breathe without being pressured about getting engaged or how big THEIR wedding will turn out.

Although, I never dreamt of getting married it was apart of God's plan for me. After being engaged for approximately one year, I took heed of wedding planning fascination. Well, ... that was up until my... let's just say she's my biggest admirer attempted to ruin it all. She had the audacity to tell me that at my wedding the guest will not know who's the bride; me or her. I kind of threw up in my mouth not only because of the blood relations, but, also, for the thought of that being said just made me sick to my stomach. She was even proud to inform me that she will be losing weight and her DRESS will be flawless...lol. From my understanding she had already walked down the aisle, but that situation didn't last. I can honestly say I know why it didn't.

It's MY WEDDING, but you want to be in WHITE? Totally inappropriate right? Why would anyone want to wear white to someone else's wedding? Or better yet, why would anyone woman try to out shine the soon-to-be bride? She should instantly becoming a dis-invited guest? Apparently she need some attention she seems to be trying any and everything to get me off my square? All of these questions and then some maybe crossing your mind right. But for me ... I simply just laugh at clowns. That's what they get paid for right, to make a fool of themselves. It's all good though. If I were in her shoes I'll hate on me too...lol.

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The reference to another woman wearing white at your wedding could be interpreted into her wanting to still your shine. I had my wedding and I had always seen myself getting married. At age 21 not so much but thats how my cards played out and I love the hand I was dealt.

I didn't have anyone threatening to outshine me at my wedding but I did have the Peanut Gallery trying to put their wedding wishes in my wedding because they KNEW theirs was NEVER going to happen!

I had it all planned. I wouldn't be a Bridezilla, I chose women who were financially capable to participate in my wedding .. I gave due dates to when certain items needed to be purchased. I thought I did fine. I chose flattering dresses so that no matter what the size no one looked a mess. It was my wedding I was doing it the way I wanted to.

I started having complaints about how people didn't like that they had to have their hair up or that they had to wear flat shoes. Well over the going months I changed my mind due to the look I was planning for myself. So since my hair was going to be up ... Bridesmaids received text messages that their hair would be down. Since the dresses came back much longer than expected ... Bridesmaids received texts stating that now they would be in heels. I'd heard the "Flats? I want to wear heels" and "Wear my hair up? My neck is too long!" Those statements then turned to "Heels? Im too tall for heels!" and "I don't like how my hair looks when it's down!"

I started to feel as if may be just may be i was being fucked messed with. I had informed my whole wedding party of ALL of the goings ons of the wedding to where people were reminding me of things! I tried to handle all problems while they were just starting so that nothing got big. But this one problem seemed to feel that everything was going TOO WELL. So thats when EVERY little thing became a big issue.

I started to feel as if the circle of people I'd chosen to be main parts in the wedding started to break and it was all because someone hadn't seen any problems go on and wanted to start them.

Needless to say that problem was eliminated and my wedding day went as planned.

Even though this problem wasn't as bold as my sister's threatening to where white and blatantly expressing how "sure" they were that someone would mistake her as the Bride. My problem was trying to be a threat the whole wedding process with all the bitching complaining that was going on. And thought that maybe just maybe if I'd done my wedding the way she wish her's would go that she would possibly stand out more as the brains behind the operations.

It's okay though! Because MY BIG DAY went off without a problem and Big Sister Grenade so will yours .... Mother Grenade will definitely make sure of it! Just as she did mine.*wink*

SOUND OFF!

5 Club No No's

Photo Courtesy of princeofpetworth.com

Nights Clubs all over the world have rules and regulations. Many of us follow and abide the rules, while others disregard them and eventually cannot enter or later gets put out the establishment. What happens when people do things or show up in something that make you think like, damn, don't they have rules against that?

Well, we have created Five (5) Club No No's ...

5. Sunglasses

I've never seemed to understand the purpose of rocking shades in the club. Not only is it pitch black outside, but also in the club. What can/could you possibly see?

4. Extremely Tall Heels

If you never wore heels before or could barely stand in 3 inches, I do not think its acceptable to wear heel 5 to 7 inches high. Its understandable that you want to be cute. So at the last minute you ran to Chernins or that little boutique that over charge you to make a profit. You end up looking like a fool tip toeing around the dance floor because your feet are hurting. You even walk out the club shoeless because you no longer could bare the pain of walking in your stilettos. Do understand if you choose to spend a few extra dollars for the shoes you can actually walk in not only will you be more comfortable but you wouldn't look like a fool walking bare foot out of the club.

3. Females in Tennis/ Gym Shoes

In the typical night club it is against the rules to wear tennis shoes. However, I have been noticing that few the still gets in their Air One's and Jordan's that came out that Saturday and their outfit that has the exact same colors as the new shoe their rocking! Not only do you look more foolish than the girls in the heels they can't fit but some ladies in gym shoes actually have the nerve to turn their noses up at the women who do follow the rules. I would say that these girls need to grow up but on the other hand I actually put some of the blame on the friends who walk out the house all nice and dressed up and they don't insist that their friend change her shoes to something more appropriate to look like she actually belong with the group!

2. Super Short Skirts/ Dresses

So this made the list because I have actually experienced seeing a chick dancing in the club wearing a short dress without the proper underwear on and sadly her monthly material was exposed as well. Spanks are not much and Walmart have a great brand that would work under a dress. If your going to go tiny don't think that your typical granny panties are ok. The best advice would be not to bend over and shake your tail in front of a group of people trying to show off the new dance move you learned the day before without being sure that you have on the proper materials not to make an ass of yourself on or off the dance floor. Oh and a small piece of advice ... ladies shave or get a bikini wax.

1. Pregnant

Yes! Preggo, Preggy, Pregnant. This was a suggested topic for us to blog about and we easily knew that this was the number 1 no no! Walking in the club and your belly is clearly showing whether your three months, six months, or nine months ... You should not be there. I think it starts with who you go to the club with they shouldn't have invited you or shouldn't have let you in the car. Then I put some blame on the guards at the door ... they  shouldn't even let you in! Next blame goes to the first, second, third and so on guy that dances with you! Lastly the blame goes on the woman herself! Why would you think for a second that it's acceptable for you to go to the club with your belly sticking out for a actual reason! Thinking more on the safety side of this, why would you go somewhere that you know would possibly be crowded, where people will be bumping into you knowing that you could potentially get upset or hurt physically. Think I'm lying? One woman who survived the E2 night club tragedy in Chicago was pregnant. She made it out alive but her baby was the one who didn't.

This isn't to say that you could lose your baby but I'm sure that when she went to the club that night she didn't think she would either. This is to say that being Pregnant is the number one No No in the club  because you are the one person there who has more than one person to protect while you are there. Not to mention you just look like a damn fool holding your belly while you trying to drop it low or while throwing that bottle back! Don't believe me check out this idiot ... HOTT MESS right?

What are your top things that shouldn't be in the club?

SOUND OFF!!!

Lunch Time Honesty Minute: Name Brand

As I walk into Target ... first stop the Dollar Spot!
Walk into Walmart ... first stop ... the $3.50 tables!

Hello, I'm Little Sister Grenade and I'm CHEAP! Yep I am ... I admit it! It's not like I ever had a problem admitting it I have always been this way.

When I was about 6 or 7 my Daddy came home excited to show me a pair of Nike gym shoe's he'd bought me. I looked at them and asked for the price. Not because I wanted to make sure he paid alot. He gave me the price and I informed him that he could have bought me four pair of shoes from payless.

When my siblings were asking for the name brand clothes and gym shoes I was asking to go to walmart and payless. I was the girl in school who wore the casual shoes while everyone else wore the air forces and jordans.

Old Navy soon became my RocaWear and BabyPhat. I was still in stlye with whatever the trends were it 's just that I cared less whether it  had a name on it.

Honestly... mind wise I think  it's a sad thing to have to have name brands. Now if it's a choice then by God enjoy yourself. But when the only thing you will spend your (or someone elses) funds on has to have a name clearly showing off of it I think it's really sad.

I have bought gift for peoples children and have heard complaints about how I make so much money and couldn't get their child name brand. Needless to say ... thats where the gifts for her and her child ended. I have even had people tell me not to get their family or significant other anything because he/she wouldn't even were it whether it's clothing or cologne.

When my nieces came to live with us and I went out and bought them something you could bet your bottom dollar it was not as expensive as other children but in the end they looked ten times better. I have my own two babies now and though my little girl doesn't wear a lick of name brand unless its bought by someone else she's still considered a little trendsetter.

My boy on the other hand was a test for me. When he first came to live with me the first thing I bought him were a pair of Timberland boots. Not because they were Timberland but because it was winter time and payless didn't have his size and they were on sale. I do admit to making sure my nephew has on nice gymshoes but for the same amount of Nikes he have he has the same amount of none brand shoes whether from Family Dollar, Childrens Place, Walmart or Payless. To think about he has way more none brand then name brand.

I have and still am watching people go broke because of their need for Name Brand items. Spoiling their children into thinking that they must have the newest shoe or they must have the outfit with all the designs and the big name on it in order to think they look nice. I actually think that people shouldn't use name brand as a spoiling tool for them or their children until you are literally living on your own.

Managing bills and rent will be much harder when your trying to keep up with the name brand clothing your friends are wearing. I can honestly say that when I moved into my own place I was able to continue shopping the way I liked to because I was shopping affordable. Which showed me how to live.

If name brands are getting all your money but CEDA hears from you about bills every six months or your making up a new name every month to keep your real needs afloat. Your priorities needs to be re-evaluated.

Think about it?

Ever wonder about those people who spend $2.00 on those little bottles of Evian water?
Try spelling Evian backwards.