Not Enough Tsehaie in the World
To me, the reason why you have to celebrate the “genetic celebrity” of Tsehaie with an oil painting is because Tsehaie does not have 333,333 twin sisters. Ah! This land is so poor! There should be so many Tsehaie women that I get tired of seeing them! It should be a genuine matter of fact to see Tsehaie instead of the fake fronts many brothers put up. However, every time I see Tsehaie I get excited. My apologies, all you playas… I cannot tell a horrible, tragic lie.
The last time I saw Tsehaie was at Whole Foods Market in Westwood. The whole Inconvenient Truth thang was getting her down as the bizarre weather system that we mistake for the California weather from my childhood was so dry and hot that Tsehaie was having a “bad hair day.” After her generous greeting, she showed me her hair like I’m supposed to agree with her. My guess is that the only person that I know in the whole world that honestly gets tired of seeing Tsehaie is Tsehaie. It follows that she is not impressed about me so being so impressed with her looks.
When I responded to Tsehaie about her so-called “bad hair” day, she called me crazy. My impromptu attempt was to remind her that the desertification of northern Africa was not going to last forever… My assumption is that we, together, could remember and imagine that the Sahara Desert was not always a desert. A long, long time ago Tsehaie, her 333,333 twin sisters, were fruitful and multiplied in a verdant, lush land of milk and honey. Tsehaie just laughed, took a bottle of Whole Foods wine, plugged the one removed iPod headphone bud back in, and walked away…