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Loving your GANGSTA mother

 


When you realize your mother is GANGSTA!


Flashback to 1989 - 1990.


Back in the day, it was fairly common to see people wearing jeans with graphic designs.  The graphics can be anywhere from Malcolm X to MLK to anything that stood apart.  


As a gift to my mother, I bought her a pair of jeans and took them to my frat brother who was starting a graphic design business (while he was working on his PhD in Microbiology because THAT’s how ALPHAs DO! LOL).  Since she is a Delta, I asked him to ‘work his magic’ on the jeans. 


As such, on the front of one pants leg, he painted a perfect elegant that went the LENGTH of her pants leg.   At the top of the other pants leg, he drew a pyramid with 1913 under it and down the remainder of the leg was the word “OOOOOOOP”.   I don’t remember what he put on the back but he put a few other graphic artwork but his emphasis was the front.  


Of course, as a proud son, I was more than excited to give it to my mom and she was more than excited to receive it.  


So, after receiving it, she decided to wear the pants for the first time at a special event.   


What special event, you say?? Could it be………

Sorority chapter meeting??

NO!

HBCU football game???

NO!  

Local area picnic or gathering?

NO! NO! NO!


Oh NOOOOOO, that is not special enough for her.  Where did my mother decide to wear her DELTA pants given to her by her one and only son????

YEP! You guessed it!!


DELTA SIGMA THETA SORORITY, INCORPORATE NATIONAL CONVENTION!!!!


Oh yea! It was LIKE THAT!


Now, mind you.  I didn’t know she was going to do this because who am I?  I’m just her kid!  As long as I am I the child, I have no right being in grown folks business.


So, AFTER the convention, my mother calls me.  Now, at this point, I am still unaware that she went to the convention much less took these pants with her. 


So, she calls me and tells me that on the FIRST day of the convention, she is wearing her new, freshly gifted, never been worn, love offering from her FAVORITE and ONLY SON!  


Now, you have to understand something.  My mother is quiet until you get to know her but she can be engaging when you come at her the right way.  And YES, Deltas were COMING AT HER in full force!!  In her words, they were asking three questions:


  1. “Where did you get those pants?”  ANSWER - My son.

  2. “How much did they costs?” ANSWER - it was a gift from son.


And HERE is where it gets GANGSTER!!!   When they asked the 3d question.

  1. “How can I get a pair of those pants?” ANSWER - I don’t know because I don’t know where my son got them.


WAIT?????  WHAT??   I was in college at the time and I LITERALLY told her that my frat brother designed them for her.  I was ONE PHONE call away.  


So, when my mother told me that she was getting bombarded with Deltas asking her how to get access to the person who made the pants, I wanted to know why she didn’t call me and I could have passed my frat brother’s contact information. 


And what do you think she said in the most “DIVA DELTA RESPONSE OF ALL TIME”?

MOM:  I didn’t want any of my Sorors look like me so since I was one of kind, I wanted to make sure I remained one of kind!!


TELEPHONE DROP! I had no come back!


So in honor of my GANGSTER DELTA MOTHER, Happy Mother’s Day. 

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