February 2, 2019; 6 o'clock. Me and my BFF's; Shari, Renee and Bonita decided to go to the cabins in the Georgia mountains this weekend, since we didn't have anything else to do and we all were single now. We all have boy toys to go to in a time of a sexual needs; but... Continue Reading →
You can’t take money to heaven or hell!
"Never get so busy making a living; that you forget about making a LIFE!" A. Dakala
Ghost Writer
This is a promotion only. My new book "Ghost Writer" coming to Atlanta Georgia in June 2019. If you would like to be in attendance and added to the guest list; please email me your name and email address to: adakalabooks@gmail.com
Black Girls Lives Matter (R. Kelly is sick) by A. Dakala
I have bought every cd that R. Kelly has ever dropped until now. He even wrote and produced "Spend the night" by a group of guys (N-Phase) I grew up with. At this point I can give a damn about his talent; there is something seriously wrong with this grown man that meds can not... Continue Reading →
High Maintenance won’t find you love by A. Dakala
So you are a high maintenance woman looking for Mr. Right to settle down and fall in love with. Remember first impressions means everything in the eyes of a man and woman; what a person sees is what they have to deal with short or long term. Not saying that it's impossible and women can't... Continue Reading →
A Heart Choice to make by A. Dakala
Waddell Crosby wasn't your typical African American male with a college degree, tons of street smarts and loved by the ladies. He was the kind of man that a woman could love one night and call her best friend on other days; someone who would have your back and go to war with you whether... Continue Reading →
Fingers crossed under oath by A. Dakala
I truly didn't give a damn about telling the truth under oath; I raised my right hand with pride put left hand on the Bible and told God to forgive me silently as I close my eyes. I wanted to be picked as a juror as badly as I wanted to hit the lottery. I... Continue Reading →
Quepasa by A. Dakala
Sitting at the bar having my usual shots of tequila. Mentally I'm exhausted from work and my home life seems to be a joggling act; trying to get my house sold. Not to mention I had to curse out my next door neighbor for allowing his deranged mutt to continuously shit on my lawn after... Continue Reading →