Ken is a sneaker-obsessed teenager who can't seem to keep it in his pants, and who now has a multiple unplanned children to show for it. With the prodding of his strong mother, he does his best to provide for his son
Initially, ken denies Lizzy's baby, ken jnr, is his and demands a paternity test, which proves he's the father. Lizzy leaves ken jnr in ken's care despite his dislike of being a father. As ken builds a relationship with ken jnr he begins to fight for a relationship with his son and becomes protective for his well being, even reporting violent fights between Lizz and her new boyfriend to DCFS. Lizz sues Ken for child support and doesn't allow him to see KJ. Ken's 2 other baby mamas, Shay and Neva, find out Tiff's receiving financial support and demand Emmett does the same for his other 2 kids, DeVonte and Cassius, respectively. I am Ken, this is my story.
Ken! Ken! My mom came inside my room calling, ken! What? Damn. What is you hollering like that for? I grumbled from my bed. I thought you had a full day today, that summer class? The Meeting with the free legal aid office? My mom asked. Oh shit, I'm late. I'll reschedule, I said. Ken, you rescheduled three times already, my mom replied and scoffed. I heard some noise and I stood up from my bed, my mom was moving her luggage. Where are you going? I asked. Moving, I found a very nice one-bedroom, she replied. I thought we was moving next week. Wait, a one-bedroom. What? You serious? I asked. Very. Two months ago I said you needed to find your own place. A month ago, I told you again you need to find your own place. A Few weeks ago, I said it again, my mom replied. Well, you always saying that, I thought you was just talking, I said. That's the problem, I'm tired of talking. You haven't followed through on anything you're supposed to these past few months, not your diploma, the custody case with little Kj, my mom said. That's not my fault, all right? Lizz is the devil's spawn. No court is gonna be able to deal with her evil ass, ma. So how am I supposed to? I said. Not my problem. You the one that made the baby with her, my mom responded. So, you just gonna be out like that? Where am I supposed to go? I asked. That's up to you to figure out, mom replied. Okay, What about Kj? that's your grandson, I said. Who hasn't spent the night here in how long? And when was the last time you seen Kj, huh? When was that? Mom asked. Again, it's not my fault, it's Lizz, I replied. Boy... I'm tired. Pack up the movers are coming, she said. I stood there, not knowing what to do and I said fuck.
Later the same day, I'm knocking on Lizz's door. She opened up and said, don't come to my house without calling. What? She asked. I have been calling and texting. You ain't been responding, I replied. Because we ain't got shit to talk about Ken, she said. What do you mean by we don't got shit to talk about? We have a son together. I want to see my fucking son, where he at? I asked trying to push my way through the door. She pushed me away and said Kj is doing fine. That ain't the point, the point is I don't know what the fuck your problem is keeping my son away from me, I said. Oh, you know what you did, you called DCFS on me. They've been coming to my house ken, she replied. I ain't did nothing but try to protect my son from them random-ass niggas you been fucking with, I said. He not even around no more and I would never let no dude touch my son. And you whack as fuck for even saying that shit to me. Bye Ken, she said slamming the door. Lizz! I called out, come on, please I begged. She opened up and said What? All right, I'm moving. I don't know to where and who knows when I get to see him again all right? I said. She looked at me with pity and said Okay, let me help you out since you're clearly hard of hearing. You ain't gonna see him. Then she shut the door again and I just left.