People often ask me to write an entry about them. I always take the request as a joke, although I am never certain. I would enjoy writing about anyone, but guidelines have to be established. The other day, my cousin Nira F. Babee asked me to write about her and I laughed. (Yes, she likes Lil’ Wayne! In fact, her bedroom has several posters of the rapper adorning the walls. The posters helped to create an unforgettable experience for me while I visited my uncle who was suffering from an injury to his foot. I wanted to be supportive but keeping a straight face proved trickier than I expected. Picture a successful business man, stuck in bed, lying under a slew of Weezy posters! (I am kicking myself for not taking photos!) Nira wasn’t kidding, “I’m serious; you should write a story about me!” She said. Ok! What do you want me to write about? “Whatever, I don’t care.” Are you sure you want to give me that kind of power? “Yeah, go ahead.” In less than a blink of an eye, I created the idea to write an advice column; one in which I would be the advice-ee, if you will. I decided it would be a good idea to create a fake story about my cousin’s “problem.” The plan was to ask the readers to help me, help her. The kicker was the fact that her identity would have remained a secret, except for the fact that her name change would be Supermanesque. By that I mean a simple disguise; Nira would change to something obvious like Zira. (I would have fooled the many simpletons of Metropolis who could never figure out that Clark Kent did nothing more than remove his glasses and throw on some tights and a cape!) The conundrum I created for her was simple. She loved her boyfriend and was considering dropping-out of school to have his baby. She didn’t care and gave me the go ahead. I honestly began weaving the details into a believable account, but I realized the BIG PROBLEM; people may actually believe the tale. The last thing I wanted was to create some BIG CONTROVERSY, so I made the difficult decision to place responsibility ahead of comedy on my list of priorities; I hope this isn’t a new trend. Instead of birthing this year’s Thanksgiving Day topic, I decided to write about the truth! Nira is a delightful addition to our family; I’m so glad we imported her from Cape Verde! She is doing well in her collegiate studies, but I have better plans for her. While in high school, she had a goal and I would like to see her take a risk, drop out of school, and chase her dreams. “Which goal, you ask?” She dreamed the impossible dream; “I want to be one of the NBA wives!” (That was before the show; if you must know?) I hope she does drop out, but not to have a baby; I want her to meet that special NBA player. (If you play in the NBA, please contact her immediately!) Anyone else want me to write about them? Send me an e-mail! (Just don’t give me the freedom to write whatever I want…I won’t be as responsible!) This entry is titled @TheeNword because she often changes her Twitter name and this was my favorite! For a glimpse into her world, follow @NiraFBabee. She has been on an unrequited quest to receive a Retweet from her favorite player, Carmelo Anthony; she also desires a RT from his wife Lala and Lil’ Wayne! So far, Lala is the only one to respond. (If you’re keeping score at home, that’s one out of three, or thirty-three percent. Baseball players would kill for those numbers!) ***Please be advised, she is my younger cousin so don’t follow her if you’re a PERVERT!*** I can’t believe I chose to be responsible! BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
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