The teardrop shape of the diamond is said to symbolize tears of joy, while the style itself is a testament to a woman who is bold and walks to the beat of her own drum. This style is perfect for an empowered woman with a flair for romance and elegance. Her style of own represents a... Continue Reading →
“The End of Kessa Lounge” by A. Dakala
Silence wins all battles! Nothing seems to change. Too many red flags too many chances. At some point in your life you have to say enough is enough. Those sneak diss name calling starts to take on you mentally. Nothing you do will ever be good enough until your gone. All the money I invested... Continue Reading →
“A Needle In A Haystack” by A.Dakala
Jasmine and I have been together for three years and out of nowhere she ends up pregnant six months ago. For two years I've been keeping a couple of secrets from her and everytime it seems to be the right to tell her, something happens. This is her first child and I already have a... Continue Reading →
“Running A Muck” by A. Dakaka
My girlfriend Phelicia Locke and I was living a life like the Joneses. Lavish vacation trips, exotic cars and two vacation homes in two different states. Living the perfect life but there was two things bothering me on the inside that I was keeping from her. I've came close to telling her on numberous occassions... Continue Reading →
Pain Makes A Diamond Lexus by A. Dakala
Yesterday, I pulled up at the red light anxiously waiting for the light to turn green trying to get to my dentist appointment. To the right of my vision, I could see the front end of a white Lexus pulling up at a high rate of speed. My first thought, another one of these youngsters... Continue Reading →
Pretty Poison by A.Dakala
Simon and I are still together; the wedding just got called off temporarily until I can get my thoughts together on exactly what I wanted to do. My friends say that I am living in a fantasy world and that I need to get my life together. Unfortunately Simon hasn't always been the guy that... 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
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 →