Page 16 of Blake University: HBCU Chronicles – Yon & Imole

The Mega Phi Psi house on Legacy Row was glowing, literally. Crimson and gold lights illuminated the columns. Music thumped from the inside, spilling out onto the lawn. Luxury cars lined the street. People waited in line just to get a glimpse. Inside? Controlled chaos. Gold solo cups. Hookah in the corner. A step team battle happening on the patio. DJ spinning Southern classics and trap remixes. The scent of cologne, perfume, fried chicken wings, and ambition filled the air. Homecoming was one of the biggest party weekends next to Mega Fest.

stepped in. Fresh fade. Gold chain. Crimson bomber jacket with his letters stitched in velvet. Immediately, heads turned. His frat brothers spotted him and cleared the path.

“Legacy!”

His line brothers began yelling over the music.

“KING YON! The man, the myth, the Mega! Come thru, bruh!”

one of the brothers cheered through the crowd.

was all teeth as he dapped him up.

“Y’all really thought I wasn’t gon’ show out on Homecoming night?”

“Naw, ! We Know you a beast. You a Mega, Yo ass better show out on the field.”

My line brother Gray joked.

“To FOUR GENERATIONS of MEGA PHI PSI! And the man who made Founders Field shake!”

my line brother, Porkchop, toasted as everyone raised their gold-colored plastic cups in the air.

Everyone cheers.

Immediately following the toast, all hell broke out and a sea of Mega Men started chanting;

“Meeeeega! Meeeeeega!”

“Power! Brotherhood! Loyalty!”

The beat dropped. Someone pulled toward the step circle forming on the dance floor. It was in the middle of his stroll when she saw her again. Imole. Normally, it was impossible to see anyone or spot a single person out in a crowd of uniform color fans. But she stood out like a sore thumb in the best way.

As the Mega Men made their way around the footprint of their house chanting and stepping doing their signature moves, stayed focused on the girl in the cutoff shorts and blue blazer.