I got a text from a friend of mine that told me that I was about to get the biggest phone call of my life. I, at first, thought it was a forward. You know those emails that talk about nothing. Well, now they have gone into the text world. But, then I looked again at it...and really concentrated on who it was from. My man, Donny. Donny wouldn't send out no mess. He is not that type of cat. I picked up my phone to call him and to see what the hec he was talking about. Why do I have a voicemail? I didn't hear my phone ring. Okay, lemme see who it is. The number says Unknown. Weird. Might be a bill collector. They be tricking me at all times. But, lemme just see who this is...and then I will call Donny.
It's all kinda sketchy now. I have told it a million times now. It surely has changed from what really happened now. I remember words like White House. Invite. Spoken Word. Obama You. Tuesday. Wait...what? Did I hear that right? I played it back so my wife could hear it and I heard the same words...a few more this time. COME...WOULD...YOU...LIKE...TO. Hecky, yea. I called the man back faster than speeding bullet. Yosi answered the phone politely and calmly asked if I could hold on. It seemed like hours. Thirty seconds later he came back and repeated words similiar to what I had heard on my answering machine. But this time I picked up more. WOULD I LIKE TO COME OUT TO THE WHITE HOUSE AND WATCH THE VERY FIRST SPOKEN WORD PERFORMANCE SHOW HELD IN THE WEST WING. (Or maybe it was the East Wing) YOU WOULD BE A PERSONAL GUEST OF PRESIDENT OBAMA. I WAS SPECIALLY INVITED BY THE WHITE HOUSE ALONG WITH BEYONCE, JAY Z, MARY J. BLIGE, NATILIE PORTMAN AND A SLEW OF OTHER CELEBRITIES TO WITNESS HISTORY. SPOKEN WORD AT THE WHITE HOUSE.
I told him yes, before he could finish asking. I told him yes, before I could finish gasping. I might have even told him yes, before I called him back. The only thing I hate is that my wife, my confidant, my friend and the one I share all good news and times with could not come. The invite was just for one. This wasn't like a club where it was me plus one. Ughh. I am not totally sure why I was blessed to be one of the one hundred guests. I am not sure what I did to deserve this on a human level AND dang sure know that I didn't do anything to deserve this on a spiritual level. Why has GOD blessed me so? I thank HIM from the bottom of my heart cause this is a day I will rememeber always.
It has actually been quite an amazing week. This tops it off, though. So, I will talk about the other things at a later date. Right now, I got to think about the suit I am gonna look fly in. The haircut, I am gonna bust out with and the shoes...oh..I got to have some fly shoes to step in to the White House. And words...oh yea, I have to have words. I am not a star struck type of person (unless it is Michael Jackson) but President Obama is not a star. He is THE FRICKEN PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. THE FIRST BLACK ONE, AT THAT. Oh, yes, I have to have my words right, before I sound like Elmer Fudd when I talk to him.
But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.
Keep it natural.
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