Sexing Chipotle Couple

Really? I mean it couldn’t wait?! I’m just imagining all of the parents who prematurely had to have “the talk” with their youngsters. I can vividly see a 4 year old kid getting a lengthy glimpse of the action and going to ask Mom some hard hitting questions. And just like that, a kid’s innocence is gone and they are scarred for life. And since when did black beans, brown rice and grilled chicken become an aphrodisiac? Unless I missed something… Shame shame shame.


I started to get a lil irritated when this picture became famous and I got no photo cred. I TOOK IT SO GIVE ME MY PROPS!
I started to get a lil irritated when this picture became famous and I got no photo cred. I TOOK IT SO GIVE ME MY PROPS!

I realized that I might be too good of a friend to an obscene amount of people. It seems as if I’ve barely had a free Saturday with me BEING IN a wedding almost every weekend. Geesh. I am beyond elated that my friends are marrying their soulmates, Proverbs 31 women and their Boaz’s but my bank account would appreciate a rest from freaking Men’s Warehouse. Do I sound bitter? Well I am! Haha not really. However I am tired of people at weddings asking me the following question a million times, “So when are you going to make that move?” Aaahh! If you’re this person STOP IT after reading this post! The next person that asks me that question my answer will be when I feel like dancing… Get it?


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God is NOT in the repayment of student loans at all. It never occurred to me that I would still be paying for those everyday trips to Starbucks on my meal plan for years to come! That’s some foolishness. Doggone caffeine cost me thousands of dollars. And I seriously want to put a straight up Eastside Detroit hurting on Mr. and Mrs. Mae for raising the demon child that is Sallie!


Yeah you don't want to see what's underneath this hat. lmbo
Yeah you don’t want to see what’s underneath this hat. lmbo

Fellas share this post if you know that there is nothing like the feeling after you get a fresh cut! You’re ready to take on the world! Then about 3 days later its almost that time again. If you’re impulsive like me and go every week then one of the side effects is that your hairline may be taken back a little because of frequent cutting. So I’m currently going on week 3 without getting my haircut because my hair has to grow back. I don’t know about you but when my hair isn’t cut no outfit looks right. You’re never as fly. So what I do is try not to wear my good stuff until my hair is cut. Haha sad but true. Why waste a dope fit when the cut isn’t tight? Unless you can rock a Ralph Lauren cap or snapback with the outfit then you’re good.


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I’m honestly fatigued with hearing about the woes of the generation that is coming up now from folks in my generation and the one before us. I think if we’re going to complain about it, then it is incumbent upon us to look within ourselves to see where we went wrong. It’s our job to steer the following generation in the right direction. The old proverb says it take a village. Let’s be that village. “Adopt” a kid that you see has no one and be that role model. Let’s take an active approach instead of complaining all of the dang’ole time.


I couldn’t care less about Lebron James and his career moves. His goal is to get that NBA championship ring and nothing else. Until he gets another one, he will forever be on the quest to get it regardless of what team he is on. I will enjoy watching play wherever he is.


That’s all I got on that one.


Get a load of it! I’m thinking about it for obvious reasons but I do have some concerns. First off my Mom picks up the mail and I could only imagine her thoughts about the types of magazines I subscribe to. Secondly in my mind I’m asking, “Harpo who dis woman?” Thirdly, if this is really fashion, why do I feel like if I seen a girl in this, she would be on way to getting arrested for indecent exposure? GQ yall aren’t fooling anybody. Trying to populate the women’s prison. Orange is NOT the new black. Unhuh


Since when we did we start putting nuclear weapons in the hands of the common citizen!? It’s now the middle of July! STOP WITH THE FIREWORKS! I know there are some people on earth who celebrate special occasions like birthdays and anniversaries all month long but America’s independence should not be one of those occasions. The weapons of mass destruction that President Bush was looking for is right here on American soil in my neighbor’s garage. COME GET THEM! Thanks.


Is there something special about it? I’m like one of the last ministers I know who still carries a Holy Bible and preaches with hand written notes. Wait, I take that back. Last time I preached I typed out my notes. Does the iPad make you preach better? Enlighten me please! I was walking through Target as I often do and I started to play around with the iPad and I seriously thought about getting it so that I can preach/teach from it. Haha peer pressure is a mug! For me, it’s just something about feeling the book and flipping through the pages. Something about me writing my thoughts to paper instead of a screen. I might cave in and get one and I’ll update you all. And FYI, Jesus still shows up when I preach from the actual Bible and hand written notes. Haha


Dream It, Write It, Speak It, LIVE IT

For the last day and a half I have had one person on my mind non stop. She’s been in my brain so much that I had to take the time to write about her. Who is this mystery lady you may be thinking?

Well she is the “cleaning lady” at my job. Bet you didn’t see that coming haha. 

This woman has been cleaning my office spic and span since January and has always done so with a smile and no complaints. Folks who know me knows that I’m a tad bit obsessed with cleanliness and everything having its place. This lady understands and I think that’s why we kicked it off so quickly. She’s great!

Now let me tell you guys why she has been on my mind since Friday. She walks into the office greeting everyone as she normally does with a grin and small talk. This day she has written a short encouraging word that she wants to share with everyone. Wish I had it handy but it’s hanging up in my office at work. When I get in on Monday I will post it. I can tell you that after an extremely LONG FRIDAY at work her writing was just what everyone needed to get their second wind.

As I was working I heard some colleagues of mine a couple doors over tell her thank you for her words and that her words were right on time. She went on to say, “I was sitting at home and God began to speak so I started writing.” She gave all of the glory to God. She went on to tell her story. 

She’s made some bad decisions in her life but she is on the road to recovery. She never graduated high school. She’s 6 years in recovery from a drug addiction and she should be getting her GED really soon. She has children of whom she is trying to mend relationships because things were sour when she was in her addiction. 

It was when she made the decision to live clean and surrender to Christ when she began to dream. She says I saw myself getting my GED and now that’s going to happen very soon. She saw herself having her own cleaning business, now she has two clients and is employed by my company as well. She saw herself helping people and that is exactly what she did for me and anyone else who came into contact with her on Friday.

The paper she wrote was a part of her GED class and it was so well written and poignant. I was very impressed with her ability to express her thoughts on paper.

Here is the lingering thought that I can’t get rid of… On the surface we see people who seem to have so little and we draw our silly inaccurate conclusions about their lives, why they do what they do and why they are the way they are. I realized that she is called to do exactly what she is doing. She dreamed it, wrote it, spoke it and now it’s her reality. 

As I was eavesdropping on her conversation my tear ducks began swell up because I was so happy for her and I had to tell the Lord thank you. She may not have the car, the clothes, or the crib but she is so rich! She is living out her dreams! She thanks God every chance she gets for where her life is now.

I was inspired by this woman and I had to pay it forward to my readers. Keep dreaming. Write it down. Speak it out loud. Then live it! Shoutout to my “cleaning lady” Ms. Elizabeth Stutts for personifying that with a smile and no complaints! I aim to do the same. Thanks!



Why Young Guys Won’t Commit…

untitledSo after my post on dating and relationships yesterday I got a request from my Facebook friend Amber who wanted me to tackle the question, “Why won’t young guys commit?” I can tell it was subject that she was passionate about and maybe had some experience with.

Let me preface this post by saying I don’t mind talking about relationships but I do not want this to turn into the “relationship blog”. There are enough of those out there. Let me also say that I am no expert. Most of what I have is divinely inspired and given and the rest comes from my own life experiences.

Alright now to answer the question that my good friend Amber posed. My first reaction after I read it was that the answer is actually within the question! When you say “young guys” I perceive that as dudes who are not men yet. Young guys are not committing or faithful because they are too busy being young guys!

I understand the fact that women mature faster than us guys and maybe ready for something serious sooner than any young guy. I get it. But all to often women take on the impossible task of trying to be a young guy’s significant other and a mother figure. Ladies it is not your job to make a man out of your significant other. He has to have the drive and the desire to become that on his own.

I believe that is why I see a lot of women date older men because they have matching maturity levels. A young guy is too focused on “getting it all out of system”. You can try to tie him down if you want to but he is going to put up one heck of a fight. Amber you’re still in college right? Well that is young dude’s national headquarters of getting it all out of his system. Believe it or not, there are plenty of girls who willing to be a recipient in that process. Exclusivity to young guy is a downgrade when there is an abundance of options that don’t require commitment.

Ladies for everything you require, there is a girl who DOES NOT require that exact same thing. So my advice to you is to STOP trying to get YOUNG GUYS to commit and let a MAN commit to you because men commit, men step up to the plate. Men meet your requirements and men will remain faithful.

I also feel the need to say that sex is not the way to make a young guy commit. That is actually the quickest why to get the young guy to move on to the next one. I don’t know why that is a mistake that women make over and over again and then cry about it. I’m starting to become less and less sympathetic to that mistake. Try saving sex for the ultimate commitment of marriage. I know that’s a different take but it just might work! Just a suggestion.

Now as it is with everything else in life, there are exceptions for every point I made in this post. That’s ok. Look at what I said in the context of which I said it. Don’t add anything to it. Don’t take anything away from it.

As I used to say on my radio show, “Keep God First”.


I’m Famous! I See You Hating…

So I recently reached 500 followers on Instagram and I decided to just throw myself a big bash. I have finally reached FAME and it feels oh so good! I have also managed to get 500 followers without following 500 or more people. NOW THAT’S REAL FAME. When people follow you and they don’t care if you don’t follow back because they genuinely care to see the photos you post once or twice a week. 


In all honesty I think it’s pretty cool that people want to what’s good wit a dude. However I am not one of those people that posts everything on social media but I’m sociable enough. And yes I was making fun of people who are famous on IG. It’s just IG people! All this stuff does not matter in the end. Stop living for likes and live for Christ! I do get a pretty good laugh out of those of you who go hard for followers and likes. 

I know 500 is a small number but I am also one who screens the CRAP out of my IG requests and I got those followers just by being me. My advice to everyone is to be who you are and always WALK IN YOUR TRUTH! 


24 & Single. What’s Wrong With These Women???

I posted the following earlier on my Facebook page, “The rules of dating in the 21st century is vastly different than the generations before us. Courting does not exist in 2014. Sad commentary. Women expect instant status and worth from me that they have not earned yet. I guess I’m old school.”

This video just expounds on that point a little bit. Please do not take the title personally. I understand that I too am flawed. Just a joke. First video. Be nice.

Open Letter to My Mama Jan. 29th (Her Birthday!)

Last year I turned 24 and my Mother sent me a text that surprised me. I decided that I will share it before I start the letter. 


Happy Birthday to my 2nd oldest son. I can remember 24 years ago in the darkest hour of my life I was blessed by God with a baby. Although I knew something was growing inside of me, I continued to do my thing and got high every chance I got. Never even seen a doctor. I didn’t know if you even had all your limbs, I was just doing my thing. As time went on I became concerned about what you would look like. The time came on September 2nd, 1989 to deliver my son that I hadn’t even for cared enough to go to the doctor for a checkup. Your delivery was 10 minutes and my beautiful son was born untouched and healthy with no traces of any drugs and you went home with me. 🙂 At that point I knew that there was a God and that in midst of every thing He covered us. From that day I knew you were that special son. Orlando I love you soooo much. Hoping this day is as special as it was 24 years ago. Happy Birthday… God has give you the Greatest gift. Love you, Momma.

Dear Mom,

I’m going to try to keep it short and sweet. First off I’m just glad that we have the relationship we have. Going off the text message you sent me on my birthday, us being together is crazy in itself! It’s nuts to me that in all of the research I’ve done, I found that hospitals are obligated to alert the proper authorities when a child is born from an addict especially if that child has drugs in his/her system. That child would be taken into protective custody and the “process” begins. 

Ok so there are two things I want to bring out. 1. I don’t know how it’s biologically possible for a child born of an addict to not have drugs in his system. 2. Not only am I alive but you’re alive as well!

Nothing short of a miracle in my eyes. For almost 25 years we have been together and have celebrated each other’s birthdays. Today on your birthday I want to express how thankful I am that we even know each other and that we’ve never been separated. I’m thankful that I’ve always got to feel the love of my own mother when at one time that may not have been possible.

I’m thankful that in everything you’ve done, God has preserved you and kept you with us. You look amazing too. I pray that you see even greater days as you embark on your 53rd year. Do it with grace… Do it with style. Most of all, do it with God… I love you Ma!

Happy Birthday!



A Poem for My Mom on her Birthday 01/29…

I wrote this poem for my Mom’s 52nd birthday last year and I thought it would be fitting to post it on here for all my readers to enjoy! Here goes… Happy Birthday Mom!


My mother. Oh how I love her.

So glad that 52 years ago God saw fit to put Mamie & Norman together.

Didn’t last forever, but from this union was birthed Joyce Renee in the crisp & snowy January weather.

A beautiful black queen, the first of many to ever call Elva granny.

I said the first of many to ever call Elva Searcy Granny and Mamie Lee Mommy.

Comes from the lineage of strong courageous women and when I look at my mother I see no different.

Resilient, confident, loving & human.

My Mama a Proverbs 31 virtuous woman.

She was born in a time when King marched and Malcolm X spoke liberating words of freedom.

Audio of civil rights and riots was the soundtrack to her childhood life.

Grew up family oriented and independent.

Sure of herself and her heart’s intent.

Then life came like a whirlwind.

Twisting & turning her in every which way and became susceptible to a bad influence.

Drug use wreaked havoc on her life until she met one of the few loves of her life.

Tall, caramel skin with good hair and athletic.

The boy had to be Indian because with hair like that he couldn’t be ethnic.

Renee and Rob, a chapter in this book of her life in which the author saw fit to give her 5 kids.

She made up her mind and got clean because she loved her man and her kids.

I said she loved her man and her kids.

5 the number of grace and every child was different in their own way.

Robert Jr. the smart know it all.

Kimberly Mariah. The only girl whose smile could bring down the walls.

Orlando. The one in the middle, the struggle and the one who found serenity in reading his bible.

Brian the great S-P-E-L-L-E-R, the Mama’s boy with a special place for her in his heart.

Quinten Cortez. The baby and cry baby. But not lately.

Won’t forget Bria & Kris, you see those two were his but her family was non exclusive.

Anton, Maurice, T-Hoody all of these were Mom’s children.

Mom and Dad called it splits and it was like the whole family split.

Doing what she had to do sacrificing so that we can stay close knit.

There everyday on her own, working at night coming home just in time to see us on… To school that is.

She had a special bond with all her kids,

I really connected with her when I found out she loved The Wiz!

She gave her life to God for real and has been sold out ever since.

The enemy has tried to come for her and her family but she is just like a tree.

Planted by the rivers of waters!

I shall not be moved.

Be moved by circumstance, finance, bold spirits, the justice system, evictions, convictions and bad decisions.

Taking it all in stride and making the necessary changes while on the ride.

See that’s Mamie’s girl and Elva’s grand girl, she ‘s going to be alright.

She is just like her mama and grandmother and they were both out of sight.

So I stand here on the 29th of January, the day God saw fit to author this story.

What should I get her I asked myself.

God said nothing monetary because things fade.

How about this or how about that?

She gave me life so I gotta get her something to give back.

Realizing that nothing I buy could ever express my indebted gratitude.

So I chose to write this poem for you so you can see how much I admire you from my view!

I love you I do.

You’ve always been there for me.

Never would’ve graduated college if it wasn’t for you.

My Mama, a beautiful quiet soul.

5 kids and I don’t know how you do it but you make everyone of us feel special.

You’re beautiful.

A poet said I think of 80 ways to give your beauty praise.

Hyperbole, a simile, or metaphorically.

But truthfully none of that would suffice because to me you defy description.

And at 52 you’re radiant.

A beauty that some women only get through surgery and a prescriptions.

So no, money wasn’t good enough this year.

The store lacked the detail I was looking for.

But God gave me these words to embed on the tablet that is your heart.

I love you and you’ll always be apart…Of my life that is.

25 backwards and you still killing em! Happy 52nd birthday Mama.

From that one in the middle.

The loner, the graduate, the fixer, the preacher, your 2nd oldest son Paris.

Oh no… I actually have to look at you!

You may not have wanted to hear it but you heard it!
You may not have wanted to hear it but you heard it!

Having hard conversations are apart of life. A piercing conversation needs to happen every now and then to keep us on our toes, correct us and make us better. I’m all for that even if it hurts!

But you know sometimes I think I was born in the wrong generation… I really do. I wish life was as simple as my Grandmother’s when she grew up. You know the story… People were actually neighbors and everybody knew everybody. You came home when the street lights came on. Kids actually played outside. Your neighbors could give you a whipping when you did something wrong only to go home and get another one from your own parents. That sounds like the life to me! Minus the whippings. But people were being neighborly, looking out for each other and actually talking face to face!

There was a time when the words, “We need to talk.” were uttered that people would rather jump off a cliff than to sit down and have a conversation with the person who vocalized such a hideous phrase. Words said in that order is a tactic to get the other guy scared to death about whatever it is that pissed off the other person.

People may have been scared but they sucked it up and had the conversation because aside from U.S. Mail and phone calls there was no other way to communicate. They would take the verbal lashing (because that’s what it usually was) while enduring the harsh body language along the way.

Today we have a bunch of cowards hiding behind the screen of the computer, an emoticon on a cell phone’s keyboard and the phrase “I’ve been busy”. I promise I am going to shoot the next person who tells me they’ve been busy after failing to touch bases!


People would much rather hide behind technology these days. The generation that is coming up and even some folks in my age bracket lack the interpersonal skills needed to be a contributing member to society.

You know I could not find a picture of black hands holding the iPhone. lol
You know I could not find a picture of black hands holding the iPhone. lol

I’m no shrink but I think there are two main reasons why we don’t like to interact and have hard conversations face to face.

1. Fear.

-Stop being a wimp and face the music! It will be over before you know it. Doesn’t matter what it is. Technology being at your fingertips has made you soft in person and thug behind the screen. Please get it together!

2. Genuinely not knowing how to communicate outside a mediated medium.

-This is sad to me. Get up, go outside and be around people! Learn how to hold a conversation without being too awkward. The real world is not that bad. On every single job description I’ve seen since college it says that great interpersonal skills are required. Get on it!

Now all of thee above is something that IS up for discussion. How about we meet up at Starbucks and rap about it?

Keep God First


Trying To Stay Relevant

The revamped busystudent blog!

You may be thinking how does this guy think he can come back after not posting anything since 2012. My answer to you is simple, “I JUST DID!”. Anymore questions I can answer for you?

See that’s the thing with social media. There is the pressure to always stay up to date and relevant. If I feel that I don’t want to update my page for almost two-plus years then that’s my business!

Everyone is always concerned about what the next thing is and one can become a mere thought in someone’s head just a week later. Like whatever happened to that “Stop Kony!” guy? I no longer wish for my followers to think, “remember when…” when they think of me and my life on social media. Instead they can catch me on almost every social media site imaginable.

However I am very excited to be back and hope that you enjoy this highly interactive journey that I am getting ready to embark upon. This is me taking my passion and my future into my own hands and making it happen for myself. FINALLY! I kept the name thebusystudent even though I’m not in school anymore because I am still very busy and I will forever be a student of life.

Throughout this journey, you will learn things about me and I hope to learn things about all of you. Since this is my first post back, I am going to plug myself like crazy!

Like me on Facebook! Follow me on Twitter! Follow me on Instagram! Follow me on here! I’m even thinking about pinning!

Welcome aboard! This should be fun. Don’t hurt yourself trying to stay relevant though. I didn’t. I had to do “Life things” like graduate college, find a job, buy a car, pay bills, you know… grown up stuff. Now that those things are squared away, I am desperately seeking balance in my life while doing what I love to do. This blog is supposed to be part of the remedy.

Oh and this is my sad attempt to stay relevant.


Catching Them Up

If anyone knows me personally, then you know that I love my family. Most of the elders in my family like my grandparents and great aunts and uncles are so behind in technology. Most of them own smart phones and computers capable to communicate with the entire world but they hardly know how to use it besides making a phone call or checking and sending emails.

My great Aunt Dovie is slowly but surely becoming an exception. She is now leaving the dark ages and is learning how to navigate a very mature form of social media in the area of text messaging. She even sent me a text message the other day just to show me that she’s trying.

Talking with Auntie D.J. (as I call her) about becoming more tech savvy and how it’s the way of the world now, she is mostly receptive to what I have to say. But she does express difficulty in understanding the language.

Text messaging and social media has a language of its own. A lot of acronyms are involved in messages and posts. I can remember her one day out of sheer frustration Auntie D.J. asked me, “What the heck does “LOL” and “OMG” mean? People keep saying that to me!” I then tried to explain to her that the best way I knew how that social media has a different lingo that she’s was going to have to learn.

For someone who has been out of school as long as she has, learning a new language is something she did not plan in her late 50s. So what did I do? I took to social media to help us out! I googled social media acronyms and printed out a translation list for my aunt. I got it from a fellow WordPress pal, Digiphile.

I wrote this blog because as we are millennials we learn fast and move with the technology and that is great. But I don’t want us to forget to educate those who once were educating us, OUR ELDERS.

-Orlando P. Bailey

Realizing That What I Possess Is Valuable To The World!