Sunday, August 09, 2009
An Ethiopian Bitch
Tha BossMack TopSoil Experienced This
I decided to do some different shit tha otha night, I decided to kick it with a little Ethiopian Bitch I've known for a cool minute. She's a very pretty and strange bitch, Her people are of course papered up to tha fullest and she is some type of film editor on tha Westside. This Bitch is also a Graduate of USC's Film School, so she tells me, I think she's either 26 or 27 years old. I've known tha Bitch a few years and I let her pamper tha swipe once or twice, her name is Naymhar (Pronounced Name Har), but I call tha Bitch Nay. Now Nay looks like a dark version Ethiopian Super Model Liya Kebede, Tha only difference is she's about 5-1 and has a cool onion, Liya Kebede is hella skinny and tall. Nay's pulchritude is ominous like a black cloud, I remember when I first looked at her, I remember thinking "This bitch is so beautiful it's making me sad", thats real spit right there. Anyways, I got to know her and she struck me as a strange bitch for real.
There is something about Ethiopean Bitches that is different that I can't put my finger on, something Mysterious. Maybe it's tha intensity of her Gaze when she looks you in tha eye, Maybe it's tha way she interprets African American Urban Culture, Maybe it's her father being some sort of Huge Bishop back in Ethiopia, Or Maybe it's some of tha words she used that I didn't understand when we were engaged in our lubricities.
I was invited to her Condo for a party, A condo she shares with a roomate right off of Fairfax Blvd, she lives in tha middle of tha Ethiopian Strong hold in Los Angeles. It was a beautiful night, This was my first time visiting this bitch at her new condo, she usually comes to me. I didn't know what to expect, When I pulled up tha street was quiet, I could see what looked like a party going on tha second floor, I still heard nothing. When I knocked on tha door Nay opened it and greeted me with tha brightest smile, she hugged me with enthusiasm like she couldnt believe I was there. When I entered tha party I guess I started to see why she was happy, It was a party full of Ethiopian Muthafuckas Only, I was tha only regular Nigga in tha house. It was a strange all eyes on me type feeling. She introduced me to some of her homegurls, She gave me a tour of her place, It was a lavish spot no doubt, Vaulted Ceilings, Picturesque Winows, Gleaming Hardwood Floors, Flat Screens in tha Living room, Kitchen and Bedroom, it was lovely as fuck. It got strange when she showed me her and her roomates Bedroom, It was a one bedroom condo and tha bed looked to be a full sized bed, smaller than a queen but bigger than a twin, I was puzzeled. Not that I gave a fuck about her being Bi-Sexual or Sapphic or whatever, I tripped off tha smallness of tha bed, inside of nice spacious room.
She seated me at her dinning room table, I was surrounded by bitches. It was surreal to look at this bitch in relation to tha otha Ethiopian bitches in tha room, There were many beneath her in pulchritude, but a few of them surpassed her and all of those bitches that surpassed her were being handcuffed seriously by tha Ethiopian Dudes in tha spot. All of tha Ethiopian Dude eyed me with a Mix of "Who is this Muthafucka, This is a Real Nigga right here and Fuck this Nigga". Over tha course of a half an hour most of tha muthafuckas in that party made their way ova to me and shook my hand. After a while I felt like she must have had me come there to send a message to one of those Ethiopian Dudes in there, like an "I fuck with Real Niggas message" or some shit. Muthafuckas was speaking in different languages and more and more people came, all Ethiopians. Anotha weird thing happened, someone put on some type of Ethiopian Music that had NO BASS and then they started dancing in tha living room. It was fascinating and strange to watch a lot of people dancing to music that had no bass, I just took it all in for a moment. After a while I excussed myself and went to my Truck to hit tha Kush, While posted I saw Naymhar come down. She came to tha truck and I let her in tha passenger side. She said "You came out here to Smoke without me" I said "Naw, I just need some air" she smiled and said "I know you, You are thinking what am I doing here with these strange people, I am going home" then she threw her head back and laughed. I said "Yeah, it's different, but educational thanks for inviting a nigga" I handed her tha bleaze, she hit it slow and let her head fall back easily, she exhaled and turned and looked at me, she said "This is Sooo Goood, I'm glad you spend time with me and not your other girls" I laughed and said "What's up with that one bed shit, if I may ask, do yall dible and dable" She laughed and said "Nooooo, We just sleep in tha same bed somtimes, in Ethiopia there is no Gay" I said "No Gay?" She said "Noooo, If you start to act Gay when your growing up in Ethiopia, They Beat you until you are not Gay anymore" I said "What, they beat you!?" I laughed hard as fuck. After 10 minutes of conversation or so she finally said "I can see why you smoke so much, when you are high like this you are in tha moment, you not worried about tha past, or tha future" I said "Very Good Baby, But I am worried about tha future, I'm about to bounce" She smiled and gave me a hug, she climbed out tha Truck and I was off into tha Los Angeles Night.