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"BROTHERS... I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN MAKE IT INTO KAPPA ALPHA PSI!"
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"BIG BROTHER SAID WE COULDN'T MAKE IT!"
"HUHHHHHHHHHH!"
"BUT WE GOT A BIG SURPRISE... WE'RE GONNA CROSS THOSE BURNING SANDS!"
"WE'RE GONNA MAKE IT INTO KAPPA ALPHA PSI!"
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"THAT'S RIGHT BRO, FUCK DAT SHIT UP!" Standing on the Morehouse gym bleachers beside Jhene recording Malcom's probate show, I looked down at Jhene chuckling as her and her Mom, Monica, jumped up and down screaming Malcom's name as he stepped out of the probate line preparing to do his solo step.
When Malcom reached out to me asking my opinion on him pledging, a nigga was slightly taken back. But once he explained the dynamic of his family, I completely related to him because my family tells everybody's business to each other as well.
He wanted to follow the traditions and keep this process on the low as he was advised but still have someone who was aware, and I made sure I kept his shit on lock.
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"THAT'S MY BRUVA, THAT'S MY BRUVA!" Jhene screamed holding up a sign she made back at home with Malcom's face on it with red glitter around the perimeter, I said it was a little too much but hey... my girl finna do what she want regardless.
