Future Leaders of Tomorrow

Daryl Ceay

Hughes, Angelou, DeNiro…few of us got to witness their rise from rags to monumental success. Often when we look at figures that have made their mark on the world, we do it after they have already succeeded. Future Leaders of Tomorrow strives to capture these majestic individuals not as they have already risen to fame but in their infancy. Last week we covered the early career of Benjamin Jealous but today, in honor of Black History Month, we shall focus on an individual closer to home, his name, Daryl Ceay.

Daryl Ceay was born in Austin, Texas. His mother, a master of extra sensory projection and the ancient combat style of “I’ll Give You Something to Cry About”, is of Chero-African American descent, and his father, a former Olympian and Special Forces Officer, is of Afro-American descent. Growing up in the mean streets of Sandy Springs, Georgia taught Ceay many of the elements needed for suuccess which he would later transfer to his ground breaking and thought provocative student films Nigga, I Thought I Told You and Nigga, I Thought I Told You Too.”

Future author of over 20 childrens books (13 being Newberry award winners), future WCW paperweight champion, and future three time Academy Award winner nominee for Best Supporting Actor, Ceay will shape the mold for which every independent film maker tries to be and will transform the art of show acting in ways previously never imaginable.

Ceay is also recognized for ending the cataclysmic machine apocalypse of December 11, 2012 and promoting world peace which will be a common trend in the future. Ceay’s soon to be released autobiography “A Lifetime of Disappointments” is expected to hit shelves later this week, in the future. Critics anxiously await it’s release while Tyler Perry, who received the only advanced copy praises it as the next best American literary work. “I haven’t seen writing this good since Mark Twain’s “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, exclaimed an ecstatic Perry.

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So…Have You Fucked Her Yet?

Ahhh. What guy hasn’t heard this quote? If you’re a woman reading this then maybe this one is new to you so just sit tight and enjoy the ride. It seems like when ever I’m hanging out with a fairly attractive young lady and my male friends and I coincidentally run into each other, they see us and then it’s like a trigger goes off in their brains which prompts them to ask me whether or not i’ve fucked her yet.

Now this is annoying on so many levels. Usually because when they ask, they don’t even wait to ask at a proper place where no one can hear them. They just whisper loudly into your ear thinking no one else can hear them. Not only does this make you look like a classless bum but then it also puts me in the drivers seat of shame because now I have to try my best to disown any sort of relationship we ever had as friends because if not then I too by default become the same type of classless bum that you are. Above all I feel angry because this is my friend and you’ve just dehumanized her into some sort of sexual object.

While we’re on the subject, I’m equally annoyed by every guy at the Marta station that asks me the question “Is that yours” when I’m there with a friend that wasn’t born with a y chromosome. Lol. Like if I said no, would you sweep her off her feet or something? Show some class dude, it’s just not gonna happen.

Negro I Wish You Would

Nigga I Wish You Would

Cir. 2011

Mixed medium on sketch pad. 8×11

This is the first piece in my Street Ballad series. I call this piece “Nigga I Wish You Would.” I was inspired to compose this piece when my former friend and roommate decided it’d be a good idea to pull a kitchen knife on me and make threatening gestures. What he DIDN’T know was that I don’t play that shit. I used an HB pencil to shade and figures while the background is done in red water color. I choose red because it captivates the urgency of the situation with this mother fucker drawing a knife on me and myself having to make a split decision whether to send his body to the morgue or the cripple home. I went with Crayola brand water color because it was 98 cents and came with a free paint brush. I feel that the 98 cents is also a metaphor for change. Like the change it took within me to ultimately not send this dude to the golden gates high in the sky.