Like any good rap song, Lil’ Kim’s has a story…and it started like this:

“I’ve been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah hell I even f*** with different races…”

Well, that’s her story…and this aint’ it.  In fact, this one is not even mine, but it needs to be told…so I’m telling…

The 80’s were an interesting time for many of us. For me it was when I would meet my first love (hate), and the first time I met my cousin from Tennessee.

For me, meeting the gyrl (woman) who would become my favorite cousin was an amazing experience.  She was beautiful…due to her Native American blood, she had a light complexion and natural hair that used to run down her back,  now sat atop her head in big curly locks not extending beyond the nape of her neck.

At first, when he started calling Damita, no one paid it much attention.  Boyfriends call when their girlfriend’s are in another state, thousands of miles away….don’t they?  Sure he called at weird hours,  that was because Nashville is an hour ahead.  Of course, her boyfriend called multiple times…he missed her greatly and just wanted her to know—every time he thought of it.

Eventually the homecoming of Damita, became the home going of Damita, because we all must go home sometimes.  Besides after about a week in the piney woods, with only my grandfather, step-grandmother, and the woods to keep you comfy, anyone would run to the next airport—even when it is two hours away—that would take you anywhere, anywhere besides there.

But, it is no big deal. It was the first time that she had seen her family in over a decade, and despite the boredom of East Texas, we all knew that she would be back.

So…off she went.  Back to her life…Back to her love…

I imagine that when he saw Damita he hugged her and kissed her and told her how much he missed her.  I am sure that they walked hand in hand to the baggage claim where she waited for her bag to round the never-ending carousel, him reaching out to pick up her bag as it came around, then walking her to the car—smiling and excited that she had returned.

At least I hoped this is how it happened.  After all, they had a secret, and even the worst would have to respect the fact that she was in a “delicate condition.”

Aha!  Now it all makes sense.

Of course he called her all the time while she was away because Damita was having his child.  That makes the relentless telephone pursuit of her all the more plausible.

Eventually she gave birth and we got pictures of this beautiful baby boi, and since baby makes three, of course, all is well.

So, Damita’s life went on…full of love, surround by the men ( one big and one “little man”) that she loved.

Sounds so perfect.  You’re almost jealous, aren’t you?

As life and love went on, I imagine that maybe one day the baby just would not stop crying, or perhaps it was just a bad day for either of them.  But…he loved her. I imagine that all of his love was still present when they started yelling hateful words and maybe even in the first few moments when that argument got way out of hand…

Truth be told, I do not know what happened that day, but I do know that it did not have to happen.

Now that I think about it, perhaps she was not just coming home, maybe she was running away.

Too bad she ran back.

So I ask:

How many licks before you try?
How many licks before you stop?
How many licks before you leave?
How many licks before you can’t?

I know, I know what you will say, “he loves you,” and that is probably true.  After all, Jimmie really loved Damita…

…to death.

RIP?DJH’60-‘89

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