We met back in '08 at a Pan-African rally. Usually I try to stay away from these Pro-Black brothas because they embody a certain type of misogyny that fails to delight my senses, but he was different. He was one of the organizers for the rally, Kadeem X. You know, whenever a brother gets to college and picks up a book, he automatically becomes Malcolm X. He was super fine, I remember our first encounter like it was yesterday. He had a neat flat top, a crisp black v-neck under some dungarees, and a smooth yet raspy voice. Hearing him speak sent shivers down my spine mingling with my kundalini energy. Shit, I knew that HE was the one that I wanted and I was DAMN sure that it will work out that way. I shimmied my little self up to the information table where he was waiting and said to him, "Brotha Kadeem, my name is Keira, I would love to learn more about your love for our people over a meal." Just remembering the look on his face leaves me laughing; it was perplexed yet highly interested. He told me he'll pick me up around 8pm on Tuesday and since then I've been his lover. Every waking moment I spent drowning in the love of Kadeem, My Kadeem. The Kadeem that made me smile whenever I saw something that slightly reminded me of him.
But then I snapped back to reality. Who is this man waiting here with flowers? Eight years later. Kadeem has always been the type to pull out of the blue stunts, but this? This here is on a whole new caliber. I tell him that I honestly don't know what to do or say. He says with a smirk, "You can start by letting me in." The kids were sleep so I guess this can't be such a bad idea...right? Rule #2: When looking at relationships that lasted quite some time, it is important to remember WHY you fell in love with the person. Maintain that consistency. Maintain that pace. Maintain those feelings and let them grow.
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