God why do you keep blessing me with the instincts of seeing bullshit from a distance? I've witness over 23 friends murdered in my lifetime and involved myself with worthless relationships that were more damaging than beneficial. Whether self inflicted or undeserving; i left a chapter in my life full of unanswered questions based on... Continue Reading →
Purified DaSani by A. Dakala
No more sex until a man puts a ring on my finger and ready to get married in 30 days. My last relationship was a hit or miss. This man wouldn't even answer his phone half of the time. I hate having to call someone three or four times, then get a text message back... Continue Reading →
Red Eyes from the Pure White Hennessy by A.Dakala
Its two o'clock in the morning and I'm still up, sitting in my recliner flipping through channels; like a nervous criminal needing a cigarette. Wondering Yesterday I lost my job; and came home to tell my fiancee but she wasn't home. As I was walking to the kitchen to grab a beer out of refrigerator;... Continue Reading →
Sex sells but nobody’s buying it! by A.Dakala
So many women have been mentally poison by creating what they think a man really likes and wants. Yes, the big ass is good to look at.... temporarily but the grip of a fake booty gives you fake results. Sex sells and will always sell like a good drug to a dope fiend. But eventually... Continue Reading →
Salt…by A.Dakala
Look but don't tell.
I DO NOT look like my story by A.Dakala
Working in corporate America is similar to a domestic violence victim covering her scars with make-up. Everyone has an untold story, some bad turned good; some good turned bad. No one watches the news for good news, news is watched with the intentions of something going terribly wrong. As I was writing this I thought... Continue Reading →
“Men Cheat, Women lie; Women cheat, Men lie” by A. Dakala
In the book of Genesis, chapters one through five. A serpent deceives Eve into eating fruit from the forbidden tree, and she gives some of the fruit to Adam. For years men have been weaken by the lust and love introduced through bodies, eyes, lips and speeches of women. For years women have been mislead... Continue Reading →
The day I met Tupac, after his death by A. Dakala
Anybody that knows about hip hop have heard of Tupac Amari Shakur. Let me go further and educated you on what I know; he was born LeSane Parrish Crooks. It was 1996, I was sitting on a friends grandmother's porch on West blvd in Charlotte North Carolina waiting on the next dope fiend to hit... Continue Reading →