Reading has always been my joy. A few years ago, I started a book club and it lasted a little over a year. It allows my mind to journey off to far away places and get my mind off stressful things. So, when I heard Sistah Souljah had released the third installment of the Midnight series – I was on it. After a small riff in my household about the book, I finally got my hands on it. Who knew the events to follow would make one of my dreams come true?
The Midnight series is one of the most guarded collections in my personal library. Sistah Souljah was the 1st author I read to reignite my love of reading as an adult. “A Moment of Silence” was right on time. I needed something to get my mind off of everything that was going on in my life. My beau and I got into a huge fight because I wanted him to pick it up and he didn’t. He doesn’t understand how important books are to me (in addition he probably doesn’t understand that I’m a real brat.) It’s equivalent to his need for music. This led to me waiting, even more, time to get me hands on the book. One Sunday after church, the kid and I stopped at our local Barnes and Noble to cop the new SS read.
Half way through the read I was talking to my homie Mercedies. During our conversation, we discussed the upcoming plans and you won’t believe the little nugget she dropped on me. Sistah Souljah would be at the beautiful Detroit Public Library Main Branch to discuss her latest book. Hold please – I needed to write this down and put an alarm on everything I owned that would remind me to be ready. In her very next breath she told me all the tickets were gone. I told her I didn’t care what they said I was going to be there. She quickly reassured me I was welcomed to join her.
The day arrived and the auditorium was packed. We got some really good seats after dodging the big hair crew. As the library introduced her we were informed to put our phones away and prohibited from recording the discussion. I was in complete compliance. When she spoke you felt her sincerity, passions and connection to the characters in the stories. Something that latched on to my brain was her explanation to why women liked the Midnight character. She said, “Women are attracted to him because he is a Muslim.” I never thought of it that way. He has always been the strong silent type and that’s very attractive to me in a man. Hell, anybody that can keep their mouth’s closed get an extra point in my book (that’s another conversation.) With my latest book in tow, I listened and prayed she wouldn’t tell too many parts I hadn’t reached in the book. The Lord heard my prayer and she didn’t utter a word farther than my bookmark. The real test was about to start – the book signing line.
This wasn’t a new an upcoming author. This was one of our generations greats. She was a rapper, activist, and writer of the urban classic “The Coldest Winter Ever.” The line was serious – like out the theater serious. I wanted to make my experience memorable and I had a strategy. Being the last person in line was my goal. As I waited I chatted with a few fans of her work, discussed the wait and offered book recommendations. I’m not even going to go into detail about another incident I had while waiting in line. All I will say is, my parenting is universal and I will tell you if I see your kids doing wrong. After waiting an additional 2 hours, it was my turn to meet her.
It was everything I expected- minus the 2 ladies that snuck in behind me and the chick trying to shop a play or whatever the hell she was pitching to Souljah. She didn’t even have a book for her to sign, ugh. I could tell she was tired and we chatted for a few minutes about her works and my current enjoyment of the book thus far. As she signed my book, Mercedies morphed into a photographer to grab a few shots for my post.
This one is getting placed right with my other signed books from Shaka Senghor, Billingsley, Alex Haley and a few more.