R.I.P. Larhonda Marzette: Part II


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Larhonda lived with her mom and dad in the very back of N.S.U.’s Hillside Apartments. My family and I lived in apartment 2D(the very front apartment). Larhonda and I hit it right off! She wasn’t that much older than me. She had a lot of stories to tell me, too. Also, she had her own record collection, had cool cousins, a cool aunt, dad, and older sister. But, her mom was weird to me. Larhonda told me that her mom was a Jehovah’s witness, but I never met a Jehovah’s witness who acted like her mother.
And, her mother did not attend the Kingdom Hall of Jehovah’s witnesses in Tahlequah, Oklahoma either. So, her mom was a complete mystery to me. Larhonda and I would hang out for hours until her mom came back home. Whenever her mom returned, we could only wave to one another from Larhonda ‘s bedroom window. Both of us loved rap music.
So, the Fat Boys, Oran Juice Jones, Whodini, and others were at the top of the list. We listened to some R&B, too. In fact, Larhonda let me borrow her record until I bought my own. She inspired me to have my own music collection at a young age. However, my first piece of music was given to me when I won a pinata contest as a kid in Los Angeles, California. My album was the soundtrack to the movie ‘The Great Muppet Caper’.
Next, the album that Larhonda let me borrow was a 45. It was the 12″ single « Nite and Day », by Al B. Sure!🤩🤩🤩That night my mom played it on her record player.☺☺🤗Me, my mom, and siblings enjoyed the song over and over, and over that night.🤪🤪😜😍😍The rest was music history for me. Larhonda and I hung out more, went around town, chilled out with her family, and by the grace of God we both attended N.Y.S.P.(National Youth Sports Program)together.
💖💖💖💗💗No longer did I feel alone, weird, nor got bullied any more(for the time being). She showed me other ways that I could handle myself when I was being bullied in other ways that were not physical. I was so relieved. I had a buddy!🤗🤗🤗🤪Not were we close, we snuck our lunch home from camp!😁She found a way for us to skip part of the camp’s activities, pop up for lunch, carry our food off, and leave laughing with great food stuffed in our mouths and napkins. Camp nor junior high was never horrible as long as she was around. However, that was short lived.😞Larhonda’s family moved to Muskogee, Oklahoma. That was the last time I saw her, until….5 1/2 years later!😮😯😌😊🤗👏👏👏👏Up until then I was told by her family that remained in Tahlequah, that Larhonda ended up being a teenage mother.😮😯
I ran into her mother and sister first. This time around, her mom was nice and friendly!😯😊😁👏👏She was even smiling!😄Her mom was no longer the suspicious, mysterious, and closed off Nona who I met before in Tahlequah. Now it seemed that I could hang out with Larhonda, again. 🤗🤗But, it was different this time.😶🙄😖😞
It was really, really different this time.😮😯🤐Larhonda reached legal adult age, had a beautiful little toddler girl,🍼😍and a live in boyfriend.🤧😱By this time, my mom graduated from N.S.U.(Northeastern State University)and decided to move our family to Muskogee, Oklahoma as well.😌Although Larhonda and I remained friends, we did not hang out as much as I would have liked to have. In between us having boyfriends, family problems, jobs, unemployment, and life in general, Larhonda also had new friends.
Not only did I not like Larhonda ‘s friends, I couldn’t relate.😒😤😫Whenever I ran into her family, I chatted with them and so on. Larhonda went through her « thang » in life and I went through mine. As we neared adulthood, Larhonda I called Larhonda up and asked if she wanted to hang out. I decided to do a photoshoot with a new photographer named Curtis at John Casablancas MTM(in Tulsa, OK).
I wanted to do a photoshoot wearing denim and plaid. I wanted a « baggy » look.😎I needed a big shirt, but did not have one. Larhonda lended me her big plaid shirt and black short boots. It was fun.😁After the photoshoot I treated Larhonda to eat at the Harvest Buffet(where the Harley Davidson store now sits at 31st Street and South Memorial).
We had a contest of who could eat the most.😂😂🤣🤣Although she won, both of us were disappointed about how we did. We crawled out of that restaurant and through the parking lot. 😁😂😂🤣🤣We laughed so hard and we were surprisingly hungry within an hour!😮😯😂😂🤣Our « eyes were bigger than our stomachs ».😂😂🤣🤣As a result, I ended up eating McDonald’s later. The next time we hung out were several other times. Then, we returned to camp the following year(1994) »one mo’ gan(once again).
It was a camp called the R.O.P.E.S. program. It was a program for those between the ages of 15-16+-21, who were unemployed and something else. Both Larhonda and I were unemployed at the time. And, my sister(2 years younger than me)also went to the camp. The program was great. 😁😁😉😊😙And, I enjoyed every moment that Larhonda was able to attend. That year Larhonda and I both experienced grief.
I told her about mine and unfortunately, she experienced something that I never could have fathomed could ever have happened to anyone. We were a source of comfort for one another in good times and bad times. After camp we continued to hang out off and on. Apparently, she had a very busy life as a mom and a young woman with a🤕relationship.
Eventually, I went on to college, transferred to another, and on to another one. Then, three, became a mom myself, and life went on from there. Fourteen years after camp I ran into my best friend, again!😁😁😀🤗🤗🤛🤜👏👏👏👏👏👏(to be continued)……482648_262354333898764_1203344598_n482648_262354333898764_1203344598_n

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