What happened to Aisha?
My dudes out there know what I am talking about, Aisha is that type of girl who every guy will always remember. She is the girl who I will always remember, but this memory is not a great one. Aisha was the girl who got away, my relationship with her lasted a whole week; lol! All was good when I was dating Aisha, we talked everyday and when the ice cream truck came around if I had money I used it to buy Aisha ice cream; I was doing it big back then. It was the best week of my life, I was the envy of the block and I was riding high. That was until her cousin Ike heard about our little relationship, the usually mild manner Ike was not so mild manner once he heard about this “torrid” love affair.
Ike decided it was time for the relationship to be over, he came over to me one day and basically told he would beat my ass if I ever talked to his cousin again. As a kid I remember thinking, “what just happened?”. So I had a choice to make and it was an easy one for me, I stopped speaking to Aisha. Yup, I punked out!!!!
WTH Just Happened?????
What’s weird about the whole thing is after that day I can’t remember ever seeing Aisha again. Maybe Ike scared me so much that Aisha cease to exist in my mind. Well, except for the occasionally thought about what ever happened to Aisha? So over the years from time to time I would be reminded of the whole Ike/Aisha incident, my boys would crack jokes and it was all good. I had moved on, the kid was still out on the dating scene; HAHA!!!
After not thinking about or seeing Aisha for a while, one day I was sitting in front of my friend’s house. Nothing out of the ordinary on this day, except for the 3 girls walking down the block. None of us recognized the girls, except the one in the purple looked real familiar to me. Couldn’t quiet put my finger on it, but as the girls passed by us the one in the purple says, “Hello Bobby…” (of course she said my nickname back then but I am not revealing that). I look at her even harder and I can’t believe it, it’s Aisha all grown up (and I mean ALL GROWN UP). I didn’t know what to say, all I could do was give that nervous wave back.
WTF just happened!
After all these years I had not seen Aisha and all of these feelings began to rush back. I had so many questions:
1. How did you recognize me?
2. Where have you been?
3. Where’s your cousin Ike?
After the initial shock of the moment I finally filled my boys in on what just happened. See the block changed over the years and this was a new crop of friends. So I finished telling the story of how I knew Aisha and they were like, “so what’s the next move?”. Great question, at that point my mind was completely blown! A couple of minutes passed and after major encouragement from the fellas, I decided I was going to stop her when she came back.
So I waited, and waited, and waited some more… I wish I could say that she finally walked by and we talked, but she never walked back that same way, that was the last time I saw Aisha. That was 1990, I haven’t really thought about Aisha until earlier today. It was strange just a passing thought.
Since that day I try to never let a opportunity pass me by, it sounds so cliché but it’s true. You never know when you will get another shot. I can’t lie, every once in a while I will visit the old block (223rd) and I will drive by where Aisha lived. I use it as a reminder, you have to seize the moment. Carpe Diem
This may sound sad but it really isn’t a sob story. I learned from it and that’s what you have to take from life, there is always a lesson to be learn; I can’t live in regret. I mean seriously, I was like 9 or 10 years old when I first met Aisha. When I see lady I like I go for it; well at least I try (cant front I still get a little nervous). No situation will ever makeup for missing out on Aisha, but rest assured Broadway will never been seen waiting for that lady to pass by again.
Hopefully one day I will be able to run into Aisha and we can have a good laugh about all of this, that would be cool. Until then I will go on with loving life, it is what it is!!
I will say this, no hard feelings towards Ike. He felt like he was protecting his little cousin and I can understand that, but on the real Fuck Ike!!!!!
If there is something to be said, “It’s On Broadway” to step up and say it!!!
AAAWWWW.. good read I enjoyed that and the trip down memory lane for me…True words to live by.