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
Ghost Writer
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 →
Dirty bird by A.Dakala
Deuce "Bird" Fletcher was a name the streets ran from, was a name that nobody wanted to cross paths with. His background spoke for itself; the outside of him look like a normal African American male that had his shit together and in order. He was clean-cut, always smell good; wearing the newest colonge, clothes... Continue Reading →
A Pastor who robbed God by A. Dakala
Hethans in the church ....
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