MALIK YOBA....Lawd, Lawd, Lawd!! Somebody stop me!

Ok, party people in the house….I am at it again. So, we must embark on my trip for today. And, if you don’t want to go.... there is a little white X inside a little red box at the top in the right hand corner you can click on and kiss off my ish. Capiche? (SMH…..People can make me act so ugly sometime.)

Anywho, we have already established the fact I ain’t got a man, right? (**See previous blog entry.) Well, since I don’t, I have to find interesting ways to spend my time and entertain myself without threat of electrocution or the development of a nervous tic. And for the mino, Malik “J. C. Williams” Yoba, is IT. Chile, I am watching NY Undercover erry night wishing playa was right here in Chi under MY cover. I sometimes study HOW he plays his character when I’m able to think rationally with my brain and not my lewd and lascivious alter ego. And during these coherent times, I try to differentiate J.C., the character, from Malik, the man. When my brain cells are really in mode, I realize some things about the two are one and the same. For example, observe how J.C. holds and handles the female characters he has to interact with on NYC-U. Just from watching the byplay, I KNOW I have accurately deduced that Malik is playful, affectionate and romantic; not afraid of a little PDA and most def is a great cuddler. Don’t ya think? I seriously believe this is just Malik and not a character trait that can be easily separated from the man himself. It is characteristically….well, just HIM. DAYUM!! At this point, I would like to give a round of acclause, yes, ACCLAUSE to RCN for the DVR and a shout out to TVOne for the Black Time reruns. This ish is bananas!

As I watch, I always go back to thinking about our run-in (yes, playa, HIS and MINE) in NYC a few years back. Of course, sista sledge here was on the hunt for some FIYAH-ass boots down in SoHo, when low and g-dayum behold, who steps out of his truck right next to her? Yup, you got it. In between heart palpitations, WTFs and checking for drool, I plainly said, “Malik Yoba.” And, he said, “Wassup, Ma?” And there, we went. You know I played my ish cool, right? Take a picture here, cop a feel there, and rub everywhere. I was in groupie heaven! That man smelled so jam good; I thought I should just patent his ass right then and there. He was truly the epitome of a tall, black and handsome drank of water. TALL!! Whoo whee!! Help me girl!! I just lubs me a man that has the holy grail potential to throw my ass into next week!! Just big, black and CUTE as ever! (Sorry, Biggie, I heard you were my baby daddy, but brotha suga was FOINE!)

This man had swagger and game when we didn’t even know what swagger was or what to call game. I mean, he has one of the most appealing faces I have ever dilated my retinas on. I looked up some of his recent pics and he still has that “eye candy” quality. The baby eyes, neat goatee and dazzling white smile are just as appealing today, as it was 10 years ago. (Don’t jap…That body is still nicely on point too!!) Sidebar, as in WAYYY down the road: One showed his wife, Kat…not sure if they are still together, but she was the chick who was cast as the main lead in Kelly’s “Trapped in the Closet” video series. I refuse to go on about that for medicinal purposes, as in she makes me want to…well, you get the point. And, simply because that is not what I came here for, dammit! So, for the time being, she will STAY trapped in her closet and out of MY blog. ;-)

Being the internet stalker that I am, I also checked out Malik’s Facebook site. His postings were incredibly sentient and verbally responsive to all his life has been and the relevance of today's issues. He blatantly revealed he is completely cognizant of his blessings and from where he has come from as a teenager with a bullet in his neck and the road he has taken to grow into the man he is today. He, in no uncertain terms, informed us that we, as human beings, have a compulsory obligation and objective to be a part of the solution and not part of the problem. (Didn’t know I had it in me, did ya? :-)) And, I quote, my man says, “I will continue to do my best to place myself humbly in the shoes of these great men (and women) that walked this earth before me or at least try to follow in their footsteps and be of service to those around me.” Is this man the shizzo or what?!!!

**Ok, note to self: Take medication before reading his postings and/or have a victim within striking distance to satisfy unabashed, but singularly focused cravings. Make sure that said victim will realize he is not the focus and will secretly go into the night without trouble, because well, he is not the focus of said unabashed cravings.**

Being raised by men my whole dayum life, I have a tendency to sometimes, shall I say, “lack a characteristically feminine approach” to men. Let me break it down for ya…..I looked at this man as a catalyst for my libido and was not the least bit concerned about his level of academia. I didn’t give a nit’s patooty, if he could pass third grade. Don’t get it?....Ok, a little further breakdown….he was looked at strictly for how I could lay him down and how he could uplift me and NOT his peoples. WORD!

To say I was pleasantly surprised is an understatement. I have always known from straight jump street 1994 that Malik is one put together brotha. He has always made it evident that he does not live by sex appeal alone, even though Lord knows he could. He has never been shy about the fact he is blessed where he is but he must give back to where he was. Alright, alright..shut up, will you?!! I will admit that his prophetic, intellectual, and intelligent rants and causes have always appealed to me. (Shhh…don’t tell nobody!! My Shenana Shenandoah personality does not want it to be known that she actually has a brain and someone will, with dire consequences to the free world mind you, find out that she is not all about nocturnal hankering and horizontal nookie.)

Still, no matter how much I try to indulge my multiple personality disorder and my girl, Shenana Shenandoah, of my multiple personality disorder, I am still and always will be Papizgirl, the daughter of a strong black, multicultural man who had an infinite loathing of and immeasurable aversion to BS. He would turn over in his grave and slap straight fiyah outta my ass, if I acted like I didn’t have good sense and an appreciation for it. So, to sum it up, even though I look at Malik as an outlet for my cataclysmic libido, the main attraction of him………as I stop and pause the DVR to check his chest just one mo ‘gin……..through the twice rerun of his run down 125th street with Eddie on his side……and as I straight playa hate and turn eighteen different shades of turquoise when I watch him place a kiss on the forehead of his female associate……….is and always will be his di….direction in life he takes and the example he sets for all of us to follow.

Can I get an Amen? Word!