PIMP OR PREACH Part6

Mean while the Sunday morning fashion show was still in effect. Some of those chicks had so much Makeup caked on them you really didn’t know what it was. Looking like the Pillsbury hoe boy. No doubt those young ladies always put on one heck of a show. Some of them never wore the same thing twice. It was all about being in the moment whatever that moment was good or bad. One thing for sure though, Payroll had never seen so many fine young ladies in one place at the same time. He called them 10’s & 12’s even a few 15’s scattered about here and there. The sugar fleet was in the building baby, straight off the streets. Hotwired and ready for cable. There were some very classy women there also. And you could tell by the looks of them that they really had it together but on a different level. It was like night and day, no comparison to the hot verses the classy. A lot of the older women always wanted to kiss on Payroll and get their liquid Fashion Fair makeup all over his clothes. It was ok though he knew they meant well, and Payroll had mad respect for the mothers of the church. He use to say “Lord what would we do without praying mothers? Lord what would I do without my praying mother? Thank God for momma.”

THE FELLA’S

Now the fella’s were a little different. One person in particular was a man name Pretty-B. This brother was extra sharp. During offering he would pull out this big wad knot of money that was wrapped in a red rubber band. Everybody saw it, and I think he wanted you to see it. He was a classy brother and always walked like he was working a runway. You could tell that he was from a different class of people because everything about him was very clean cut. They use to admire him because he was like Classy Rich, Charm School Rich, Like a King with a Castle Kind of Rich. Very charming and everybody loved to see him coming. Oh yes when Pretty-B stepped around for offering everything stopped because Pretty-B had everybody’s attention. He commanded every moment with one of his signature waves like a Ms America I just won the crown kind of wave. Point being the man had it together and whenever Pretty-B showed up the church said Amen. Then there were those other guys. You know the ones with the creative walk me to the mall and let’s go shopping look. Of course we knew who boo boo was out of the guys; they would be decked out with a walk that would put the average girl to shame. It was almost the best part of the show only because they would try so hard to be like a lady but always over did it. Way over the top kind of stuff. Payroll separated himself from most of the guys. He claimed King Status from day one. He never wanted to mimic or be like anybody else. He considered himself a real one of a kind man that strutted like a real King. At the end of the day it didn’t take long to realize this was all about a look. Look the part don’t matter if you were the part. After the fashion show was over it was time to move on to the next phase. You had to wonder though, if they were putting any money in the offering tray or did they just use that time to shine.

(TO BE CONTINUED DAILY)