“Desperate Housewives” A. Dakala

     Four educated, beautiful, and intelligent women who met at a local book club married the men of their dreams and lived the life they all dream of. Megan, Alisha, Cathy, and Samantha, all four were real housewives giving up their own careers to support their husband’s dreams, which in returned created multi-million-dollar businesses. All they had to do was be eye candy for the big corporate events, glamorous for every flick of the camera and stress relievers at home anytime their mates needed some love pampering. These women knew their roles and played them very well, taking care of home first, dinner always cooked daily, waiting on their men like waitresses at a restaurant. Giving up their own careers for love wasn’t easy, but once those diamond carats hit their fingers, there was no turning back.

     After spending months getting to know each other at the local book club, the women decided to introduce their husbands to each other. Everything was following in place; the housewives had their kings, and everyone seemed to be getting alone building the perfect friendships. Ironically the guys started talking about joint business ventures, but one by one their relationships started to crumble overnight due to a surfacing rumor.

     The women only had each other to lean on for comfort and advice. Everyone supported each other for therapy, trying to find out the solution to keeping their marriages together. Relying on their husbands for so long without any means for financial stability, each of the women seen their lives sparrowing out of control. Their husbands controlled every dollar, nothing was in their names, but with so much at stake, they had to make the problem or problems go away by all means necessary. Feeling betrayed by the ones close to them, embarrassed by the media and used by the men who had nothing in the beginning when they first met them, each had a motivate for revenge, seeking their own justice. It wasn’t about the luxury cars and the mansions; it was all about the money, the power and the respect. Until death do us apart!

     “You know our book club has really turned into a great sisterhood for us” Samantha said. “I’m so happy our husbands click with each other and are now hanging out.” “So, what’s the book of this month?” Cathy asked. “I suggest Scars of a butterfly; I hear it has a great storyline to it.” “It must have a juicy love scene in there, you know Megan loves erotic love stories,” Alisha said. “I do not, it’s not about sex; it has an interesting title and the introduction caught my attention” said Megan.

       Like clockwork, the ladies meet up every morning at Star Bucks for coffee, then walk a block to the Internet Cafe’ to meet up with about ten other ladies for their daily book readings. Some of the other ladies have children, unfortunately none of the sisterhood women have kids as of yet, but all are working overtime in the bedroom to produce a few.  Every day the same city workers wait to see the ladies approaching, you should hear some of the comments, nothing negative, but the girls love the compliments never paying them any attention. As they approach the Café’ door, one of the gentlemen crosses the street, damn near stopping traffic to open the door for them. “Aww thank you, you’re such a sweetheart,” Meagan said. “I have a question ladies, everyday ya’ll come to the Café dressed like models, smelling good, I see you all have rings on your fingers, how can I find a woman like this?” says the man. Alisha was the only one that spoke, “well you will know when you find her, just remember in relationships there no secrets, lots of love making and great communication then a relationship can conquer anything” says Alisha. Without anyone of those you’re just fishing in a sea for another fisherman to take your fish.

The worker just smiled as the door shut. The other girls just died laughing, “fishing and fisherman, girl you’re crazy as hell”. “Its true ladies, we have to keep our men happy at all times, look how we Live; what woman doesn’t won’t to get up in the morning; get all dolled up and not worry about going to someone’s job every day?”. “says Cathy.

     “Damn, I left my book in the trunk, now I have to walk back to the car” says Megan. “Girl I will walk with you, don’t want you finding one of the city workers attractive”, said Alisha.” Girl I got my man”.  

     The city workers were busy working this time; a few looked up and smiled. No one said anything to the Alisha and Megan, but they definitely looked as they wanted the attention.

      “Wait for a minute, let me smoke this cigarette before we get to the car” says Megan. She leans across the parking deck rails looking down below. “Alisha come here, isn’t that Juan’s car right there, don’t he have his name on the back of his car?”  “Girl that is him” says Alisha.  Minutes later, Juan walks out of the Waffle House and there’s a chic right behind him. They walked towards Juan vehicle. Megan takes a picture of Juan and the chic as she held on to Juan’s arm.  He opens the car door for her and gives her a kiss. The Chic smiles. Alisha and Megan looks at each other in amazement.

  “In two weeks, Cathy’s husband will be celebrating his 38th birthday and she plans on throwing him a huge surprise party at the yacht club, I hope he is not cheating on her”. “Hell, it’s obvious that he is, we just witness it” says Megan. The women didn’t say anything else on the walk back, their whole demeanor had switched, just trying to make sense of what they just saw. Cathy and Samantha picked up on it right away; you could tell by the tone of their voices that something was bothering them. Samantha excuses herself to the ladies’ room, and then taps Alisha on the shoulder as she walks by to meet her there. Alisha stood by the bathroom entrance with her arms folded. “What happen outside, did one of those guys say something to one of you, because you know our husbands will be up here with a quick phone call”. Alisha told her it’s nothing like that, “Listen I do not want to cause any problems or issues, but we saw Cathy’s husband leaving Waffle house with some woman and they left in his car” says Alisha. “Juan who, Cathy’s husband?” “Yes”. Samantha wasn’t surprised she said she thought she seen him there one other time when she was running late but didn’t think much about it. Even though they knew they

Should not get involved, they knew they had to tell their friend. Samantha had a plan after the book club.

      As things wrapped up, Samantha suggested they all go over to Lenox Mall and sit at the Cheesecake Factory for bunch. Cathy notice something wasn’t right but figured it was just something personal. Alisha and Megan both were making eye contact with Samantha like how in the hell are you going to pull this off. Samantha’s quick-thinking kicks in. “That couple sitting over there, doesn’t even look like they should be in here, he probably sneaking around” she said. “Girl you need to stop, you don’t even know them” Cathy said laughing. “So girls tell me, if one of you were out and seen my man hugged up with another chic, would ya’ll tell me?” At first no one said a word. “Samantha would you tell me?” says Cathy. “Why you ask me first, ask Megan or Alisha first”. “Samantha, you my girl, you all my girls and I never want to see any one of us hurt, but if I did would you believe me?” “Yes, I would because we are all so much alike and we all have a lot in common” says Samantha. Alisha eyes grew watery and decided excuse herself from the table. “What’s wrong with Alisha is Joseph having an affair with someone?” Cathy whispered. “No, but we think Juan is though”. “Juan fucking who, my husband Juan?” “Yes” “Cathy, Alisha and I saw him at the Waffle House when we walked to the car and he came out with some white chic, kissed her and they left in his car”. “Wait, wait, wait, my husband Juan?” Megan pulls out her cell phone and shows Cathy the picture she took. Cathy pulls out her cell phone, no Cathy don’t call him, you got to think smarter, right now your upset and mad. Cathy comes to her senses, Alisha returns and she seen the pain in Cathy’s eyes. “Girl I’m so sorry, we will get through this together”. They all joined hands and prayed. They knew that all of the husbands hung out together and there was a possibility that they were more women about to surface. As a group they decided to monitor things in their own households without saying a word. Instead of spending days at the book club, they would meet up at each other’s home and investigate things.

     As they departed, Cathy tried her best to keep it together, not to break her everyday routine at home. But deep down inside she was boiling like a volcano ready to explode at any minute. “I know his cheating ass go want some sex tonight, I just may cut his penis off” she says to herself. Thoughts were flowing, retracing some of Juan’s actions in her head, the times he said he was working late or had to step out to go back to his office. A month ago, she was picking up his suites from the cleaners and the clerk gave her a receipt that he left in his blazer for a lunch at Pappadeaux’s; he never takes his clients out that restaurant. Her mind was just racing, so much so she ran the red light, and was t-boned at the intersection by pickup truck.

     Cathy could barely open her eyes looking up at the ceiling of bright lights, and a room of voices sometimes overshadowed by the monitor to her left beeping every few seconds. She could feel someone holding her hand but was unable to move her fingers. It took a few minutes until her vision cleared. “Baby can you hear me, it’s your husband” Juan said. “You were in a car wreck, but don’t worry you going to be okay”. Cathy closes her eyes, as tears ran freely down the side of her face. A nurse practitioner started changing her IV fluids; she started to get a little feeling in her neck. Dr. Mason walked in the room, Juan was still holding Cathy’s hand. “How are you feeling young lady, you had all of us scared there for a moment” says Dr. Mason. Cathy still under heavy medication, just stared at Dr. Mason. “Well to let you and your husband know, it’s nothing that time won’t heal, you have a broken collar bone and few cracked ribs”. “Right now, you’re under some pain medication that will start to wear off and you may regain some feelings back soon”. Dr. Mason pats Juan on the back, “You married to a tough cookie, take good care of this special lady”, he said. Juan just smiled from ear to ear. Cathy’s visual was slightly clearing, as she looked over at her husband; she notices he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring. Still unable to completely speak, she just turned her head. “Baby I’m going down to the gift shop, I will be right back” says Juan. As Juan was leaving, her girlfriends were peeping in the room door, “Can we come in?” “How is she doing?” Juan pulls them to the side and gives them an update on her prognoses. As he exited the room, all of their concerned looks, turned into angry faces. “Girl did you see that Negro, he didn’t even have his wedding ring on” whispered Alisha. “Shameful ass” “I can hear ya’ll bitches” Cathy mumbled. “How are you feeling Cathy?” She mumbled “Okay’. They all gathered around her beside and just prayed and prayed. Juan walks back into the room with a boutique of flowers and balloons. This time he had on his wedding ring like no one saw him without it. Everyone talked with their eyes, Megan glances down at Cathy; she just shook her head slightly.

     An hour had passed, there were Nurses coming and going out of the room. Juan was still sitting in a chair by Cathy’s bed. “Juan have you spoken to Curtis today, I been trying to call him but the office said he’s been in meetings all day.” Alisha said. “No, I haven’t had a chance to call none of the guys, once the hospital called me I ran straight here.” Said Juan “Excuse me”, Alisha’s phone was buzzing, she stepped out of the room to take the call. It was her husband Curtis. “Baby are you at the hospital, I hear that Cathy was in an accident” said Curtis “How do you know?” said Alisha “Juan called me and told me a few minutes ago” “Oh really?” “Curtis just doesn’t know he just started a war” she said silently to herself. Once Alisha got back in the room, the other women knew whatever the call was about, it wasn’t good. Juan had to run back to his office and said he would be back. Cathy’s medication started to wear off more and more; she had her eyes open at this point, but still in a lot of pain. As soon as Juan left, Alisha went into a brief rage, “Those guys are hiding something, but nothing of the lies is on the same page”. She said. Megan and Samantha knew it was just a matter of time before their situations started to crumble. A few hours passed, neither Samantha nor Megan’s husband, even showed up at the hospital to see Cathy. Cathy on the other hand had fell back to sleep after taking more pain medication. Alisha called Curtis again to let him know she would be leaving soon, but he didn’t pick up the phone, but when she texted him, he immediately texted right back. “Ladies I’m going to go home, I may come back later to check on Cathy” said Alisha. I could tell by the gloomy look in her eyes that something was bothering her deep down. Samantha and Megan watched Alisha walking down the hallway, still looking at her cell phone every few steps. “It’s hard to imagine being with a man for ten years for him to start cheating”, Megan said. “Hell, I wonder where the hell are our men”, said Samantha. Samantha and Megan were so much alike, they both were tired of their men to a certain point anyways. “Believe it or not girl, I know my man is cheating with someone, we haven’t slept together in over a year”. Samantha said. “A year, girl stop playing” Megan said. Samantha goes on to explain that her husband Joseph got mad a few years back because her ex-boyfriend hit her up on face book that he was in town and wanted her to see Semba, which was their dog they once shared. What made matters worse, Samantha fell for the okie doke and met him, took pictures of Semba and this dumb ass dude sends the photos to my husband. So Joseph goes on a temper tantrum that I shouldn’t be conversing with him and the photos are proof that I still love him. So he started sleeping in the guest room and just made it his place to sleep, we still interact with each other, but there’s no sex and I’ve gotten accustom to it, but he can’t fault me if a girl needs to step outside her house to get some. “Girl have you been cheating?” asked Megan. “No, I haven’t but look at me, what man wouldn’t want me, hell I got needs and if my husband won’t go take care of home, well hell I will be playing house”. You can hear Cathy laugh. “Cathy is you okay?” You could hear Cathy moan, yesssss! “Girl you are crazy as hell, I heard everything” she said very low, “but I feel you, hell I need some as soon as I get these damn cast off my body” she giggled. Samantha and Megan looked at each other and started laughing. For the first time today, Cathy was speaking, each minute she got clearer and clearer. Another hour passed; Megan forgot she told her husband she would be home to cook dinner late. After a few more hugs and kisses, Megan left the hospital and headed home. Samantha stayed behind a little longer waiting for Juan to return before she left but he never showed up. “Go home Samantha, I will be okay, he is probably with his other woman” Cathy said. The tears started to fill up in Cathy’s eyes, she turns her head towards the Television, Samantha watches in silence. She kneels down and kissed Cathy on the forehead, “We’re going to get through this, we all have each other”.  Samantha walks out with so much hatred in her heart. Cathy grabs the sheet of the bed as if she was angry at the world; she knew she had to get healed soon.

     Alisha goes straight to Curtis’s office. The receptionist looks shock to see her there. “Where’s my husband?” He’s not here today. “Earlier you told me he was in meetings all day, so which one is it, he in meetings or not here?” says Alisha. “Curtis took the day off on a personal matter that’s all I know, he advises everyone in the office to take a message for anyone that calls, even his wife”. “Oh really, where did he go did, he say?” “No, he didn’t say”. Alisha quietly walks to the exit door without causing a scene. The ladies in the office just looked at each other, and once she was gone, they all started whispering. “Must be trouble in paradise”, one of the ladies said. Alisha stood beside her car in the parking deck, shaking her head “This asshole thinks he is slick” She said. She gets in her car and drives home to check their bank records online.

     She notices that he hasn’t even attempted to call home. She calls him once more before she decides if she’s got to go ham crazy or not. Once again the voicemail comes on. She texts him, he texts back, “Baby give me a minute I’m on the phone” says Curtis. She waits and waits for over forty-five minutes. Then the phone rings from a private number. “Hello”. “I just want you to know that your husband is cheating on you with me” a woman’s voice said. “Who the hell is this, and how did you get my number?” “Out of your husband’s phone, he’s in the shower at the moment”. Then the lady calls Curtis to verify, “Baby do you need a towel?” “Yes baby, I do” says Curtis. The woman hangs up the phone. Alisha still has the phone in her hand; his voice just repeated itself in her head over and over and over. She pictured herself cutting his dick as he slept, then she started stripping her clothes off, layer by layer. “I can’t believe I let your dirty as hands touch me, no telling where your damn lips been” she spoke out loudly. Alisha stood there naked; make up running followed by her tears. She dials up Samantha. “Hi Alisha girl” “Alisha could barely speak, her words were crackling, “Curtis is cheating on me” Alisha said. Samantha paused for a moment. “How did you find out?” “The bitch he is with called my house and confirmed; I heard his lying ass in the shower”. They stayed on the phone for a few minutes, but Samantha had to go deal with her own issues. Alisha checks the bank accounts and notice that the password has been changed. She calls the bank to get some information but he has changed the password. After speaking with the financial advisor, she realized that Curtis has blocked her from any use of the family accounts. She is dead broke.

     Samantha was married to Joseph an accounting expert, numbers and money was his rise to fame, but he also was a gambler. Joseph and Megan’s husband Walter were best friends since elementary school. Samantha knew there was a chance that Joseph wouldn’t be home, this was something she got use to over the years. Wherever he was act was fine with her. But to her surprise Joseph was home, as she pulled up to the mail box she could see him with his back against the window talking on the telephone. She parks and turns her lights off, then walks down the side walk towards the living room window. Joseph never turned around, but she could hear him telling someone he just needs a couple more weeks to change things. She calls his cell phone, you can see him pick it up, looks at Samantha calling and throwing his phone down. He didn’t attempt to answer. Samantha rushes to open the door, I mean it only took seconds, as she walked in the living room, Joseph was pretending to be looking through a magazine. He forgot to hang up the phone and you could hear a faint voice still talking, sound like a woman but Samantha wasn’t sure. She just looked at him and shook her head. Lately every room she walked in, he walked out of. Their living arrangements were that of roommates almost. Joseph grabs his cell phone as soon as Samantha was out of site. “Let me call you back”. “You didn’t have to hang up from her, I could care less” Samantha hollered from the kitchen. Joseph walks out of the room without saying a word. Samantha goes upstairs to get something from the walk in closet; Joseph has locked the bedroom door, so she bangs on it like the police knocking down the door. Joseph hollers from the other side “What the hell is your problem?” he said. “Open the fucking door” she said. Joseph unlocks the door. “You don’t have to continue hiding your dirty women”. “If you’re so unhappy Samantha why are you still here?” That comment made Samantha furious. Every other word out of her mouth wasn’t that of the child of God. “Remember negro, when I met you, you had nothing and I gave up everything for you to be successful, for us to be successful”. “So why are you angry, you still living good, you still get everything you want” Joseph said. “I don’t care about that; I only care about my marriage”. Samantha stood there waiting on Joseph to response but he never did, he continues putting on his socks, glancing across at Samantha. “Oh by the way, I had you removed from my bank account, you can go open you up one tomorrow” He said. “What you mean have me removed?” Joseph went on an explained that she needs to find her own money that he no longer is supposing a wife who doesn’t pleases her man. Samantha throws her shoes at Joseph; he jumps up and grabs her arm. “Don’t you as long as you living in my fucking house disrespect me again”. Samantha pushes him away runs to the bathroom and slams the door. You could hear Joseph walking out of the room with his keys. Samantha sits on the toilet, wiping away her running nose.

     The only relationship that seems to be still worth saving was Megan’s. She and Walter was the youngest couple out of the fiesta. During all the hoopla going on with the other girls, Megan and Walter were lying in bed doing what they do best just about every night having sex.

     Megan felt Walter making love to her like no man did before.  Her legs were already spread to the limits and were resting comfortably on his broad shoulders.  She was panting and begging him to take it easy on her… but he was half way listening to her.  He drilled her sexually like there was no tomorrow, making the moans and groans louder with every stroke.  Even she tried to stop him with her hands, to no avail. He was excited and wouldn’t stop until filling her with all of himself. “You are really trying to make a baby honey?” she asked. The first release felt so good to her, the perfect pain but realizing he still had three inches more of him still left to pound into her. He was pushing her legs back to the limits and that was far beyond the point where her knees almost could touch the bed.

The Shape of Water by A. Dakala

Last night I didn’t sleep well and it’s starting to show this morning; I’ve already had four cups of coffee in the last two hours. My girlfriend was up late last night arguing with her baby daddy about not receiving child support in two months and about him not spending time with his son on his agreed weekends. Personally I have no problem stepping in for the absent father; infact we actually have fun together as a family.

I try to stay out of her and his business involving their son; unless I see or hear things getting out of hand. The past few months things have gotten out of control; these late-night conversations and me not being able to get any sleep before getting up at 4 a.m. in the mornings to go to work; has taken a toll on my nerves. On one occasion I had to confront her son’s father on calling my girl a bitch in front of little BJ. Everytime she confronts the father about things that he’s not doing there’s always bad vibes circulating throughout our household. Now I have to put my foot down on somethings that has to change immediately or my relationship will end up on the wrong side of the tracks.

This morning I have to fly out to St. Louis on a business trip. Last night me and Tina had a disagreement on whether she should allow her son’s father to pick little BJ up from school since I won’t be available. The only issue I have with that he wants to take BJ back to his house afterwards. So my question to her was “where else will he take him?” and her reply was “he should just wait in our driveway until she gets home from work”. First of all I do not want her son’s father at my house in my driveway while I am out of town. Her first reply was “you don’t trust me do you?”. It’s not about trust it’s about respect; either he is going to be BJ’s father and she allowed him to be just that or he don’t pick his son up from school. Once I said that Tina gets mad and walks out the room and slams the bedroom door.

So sleeping in bed last night felt like sleeping on a block of ice. I knew I would be leaving soon and I wanted to do so on a good love making vibe.

I think she wore my favorite see through lingerie on purpose but we both are stubborn as hell; so no one made the first move. I even got in bed naked to send her a signal; but she turnt over with her back towards me. I pretended to be hot and pulled the covers off of me exposing myself. She looks over her shoulder and said “you better cover him up before he catches a cold.” She then pulled the covers over her head. There’s nothing like being horny, pissed and mad.

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 I threaten to call the dog pound.

Once again I find myself giving someone chance after chance. Back to my mental exhaustion; I guess it has a lot to do with how my love life seems to be a run away train at times. Then the bombshell of the entire week was finding out my man has a child on the way with my manager’s sister that he has been keeping a secret from me. Though I didn’t know he dated this incompetent ghetto barbie until I saw his picture on my manager’s Facebook page. As I think back to it now I’m wondering is this the reason I keep getting looked over on promotions I apply for and my home sex life seems to be a daily excuse.

Today hasn’t been a good day; the ghetto Barbie is here visiting her sister; my manager at the office and I have to look her in her face. I want to curse her ass out and beat that ass but I blame my so call man. I know my manager knows a lot more then I do about the situation. If I could just get her ass fired or key her car may be flatten her tires or loosen the lugs; I would feel better. Mentally I want to get revenge on everyone around me that’s involved with this shit show. Being the Christian woman I’m trying to be i know that’s not right.

Last night he called me trying to apologize in one breath and then in another breath he’s trying to say that she was there for him when I wasn’t. I guess me giving up my dreams of getting my master degree and taking out loans so his ass could have a car to drive to work or paying his past due bills so his beacon score could look halfway decent wasn’t me being there for him. This sorry son-of-a-bitch didn’t even have the nerve to come home on my birthday and I took off that day from his request.

Tonight I think I’m putting his ass out I don’t give a damn where he goes, I know he can go stay with her; for my understanding she lives with her sister. I think today is going to be my last day at work; I’ve had it up to here I have a nice savings account that I can afford to be without a job for at least 6 months. There should be no problem for me finding a job and after tonight I know shit will hit the fan at work because I’m about let it all out.

So my plan is to prepare a nice lovely steak dinner, with salad, loaded baked potatoes; and his favorite bottle of wine. I might have Marvin Gaye or Teddy pendergrass playing and then I’mma let his ass have it as I throw all that shit in the garbage can, with a thank you card and his suit case standing by the exit!

A Pastor who robbed God by A. Dakala

Hell where shall I begin. Met this brother on a online dating site and things between us clicked very well in fact we shared the exact same birthday together and ironically drive the same car. I just had to meet him. So after two weeks of texting and conversation we decided to meet up at a Buffalo wild wings in Sandy Springs perimeter area. Of course I got there first, wanting to make sure I wasn’t being catfished by the exchange of pictures I had became attractive too.

He pulled up in a white vehicle, so far so good he has great taste in cars. I made my way from my car to his vehicle before he could step foot out on the pavement. We greeted each with a hug. Very nice and he smelt good too almost didn’t want to let go. We walked closely into the sports bar as if he was already my man. I kept thinking to myself; we look good together. The only two things I didn’t too much care for was the blonde box hair style with the b-boy lines in the back. Not to say it didn’t look good but only if you were in your twenties. But it was his style so if he loves it I like it. The second thing was wanting to ask him did he workout because he did have a rather overweight Belly; but wore it well. At this point in my life it wasn’t about the physical anymore with guys I wanted a great personality. Plus I was alittle self conscious about my teeth, they was straight and pearly whites as his was but in due time I would be working on paying for that perfect smile like half of America. I’m sure he did too. It didn’t keep me from laughing and smiling enjoying the evening with mister Detroit.

Our conversation over lemon pepper wings were very engaging and deep as we discuss relationships and family. There were no hold bars as we looked into each other’s pupils. This was the start of something great and we couldn’t stop mentioning that having birthdays on the same date was a first for the both of us.

My heart knew at this time I should have been honest with him about me still being married on paper but going through a divorce but I was thinking selfishly. I figured it would be granted soon and life could go on. Separated for 4 years and ready to go on with my life.

As time passes and days turned into months the layers of La’Troy Murray started coming off. I noticed that all of his friends were gay, lesbians or bi. One of his best friends was HIV positive that we often sat on the phone and gossip with daily. The more we interacted the more I saw his low self steem and needing his Friends to validate who he was. Not to mention a label whore sort of; always trying to fit in with a brand. But I was on the outside looking in, some of his actions didn’t add up at all. I admit I wasn’t 100% honest myself in the beginning, because I fell in love; but that doesn’t make my actions justifiable. We were together everyday, every night having sex and doing things together very often.

Then came the going to his class reunion incident that put mud all over our foundation.

So we had a disagreement once he was there and he took it upon himself not to answer my texts or calls for four days, yes it was all planned out, but he made it look good but falsely mentioning he wanted me to go. In reality he didn’t want me too. So he left and every place he said he would be was a lie. Claims he would visit his mom but his mom didn’t see him til the last day briefly after two days of being there. His best whore friend Charlie was dating a married woman and introduce La’Troy to her sister a false representative of God. She suppose to be in church actively counseling married couples but out here trying screw another woman’s man. The things hethans do for some sex.

So yes my man hung out with this devil character, enjoyed a concert with her, took pictures and to top it off went back to a hotel with her. I found out all of this by going through his phone one night while we both were sleeping and his phone kept lighting up. I wasn’t even going to presue it until the message read Regina white and thinking of you. As I read through the messages I realized he didn’t talk to me for four days because he was with this bitch as broad.

(Pastor Reggie White- counseling individuals on marriage but breaking up relationships on the weekend because the devil had him thinking with his penis.)

Grace Covenant Christian Church

2885 Clay Ave
San Diego, CA 92113

Will a man Rob God? Yes Pastor Reggie White did.

Beautiful Chaos by A. Dakala

It was a match made in heaven that turn into hell. It all started on a trip to the grocery store to buy eggs and cheese for breakfast. If it wasn’t for me Rushing that morning I would have gotten a basket instead of trying to hold all the groceries in my arm and that’s how the carton of eggs fell and splattered everywhere. There was a lady with her back turned getting milk out of the cooler, who ran to my rescue; I think she just felt sorry for me since I looked helpless. Our hands both reached for the empty carton at the same time; her hand overlapping my hand. At that moment I felt a warm sensation running up the veins of my arm that took me by surprise. Immediately my eyes got fixated on the fact that she did not have a wedding ring or any ring of that sort on her finger.

“Let me help you?” she said. This little old lady who was passing by grab the roll of paper towels off the shelf and handed them to me as we both clean the splattered eggs out of the middle of the aisle. The lady that helped me introduced herself as Samantha Rose. I was so embarrassed I just bust out laughing and reach my arm out to help her up as I repeated thank you so much. She just looked at me with such beautiful smile and hazel brown eyes “the pleasure was all mine” she said. I could only stare at her as she spoke.

One of the floor staff got a mop and started mopping the area.

I think I walked down every aisle in the store looking for Miss Rose but she was nowhere to be found. There was something about the energy I felt as both of our hands touched a feeling that I had never felt before.

As I was standing at the cash register paying for my items someone walked up behind me and tugged on the back of my shirt and as I looked around and it was Miss Rose she said that she had went to the restroom to wash her hands but came back out to give me her business card. Inside my heart was pounding, my brain was excited and my eyes were bulged out without any blinking. I offered to take her to lunch for helping me and she just smiled and said well you have my number now; whenever you decide or where you decide you want to take me to lunch please give me a call. Hell at that moment I felt like buying all the customers in the store cartons of eggs; this woman was beautiful.

As I was sitting at the stop light headed home I locked her number in my phone with every intentions of calling her once I got settled or finish breakfast that morning. I placed my cell phone on the coffee table and started cooking breakfast as my dog Mimi walk in and out of the kitchen. I was only in the kitchen for less than 45 minutes when I heard Mimi playing in the bathroom toilet again.

As I walked in the bathroom I could have just hit the wall Mimi had dropped my cell phone in the toilet and was trying to flush it. All I could think about was Miss Rose that I met today; I didn’t know her number by heart and I promised her that I would give her a call tonight. Now I’m fishing for my cell phone out of the toilet and it would not turn on.

Mimi knew I was very disappointed and exited quickly out of the bathroom and ran and hide under my bed.

the first thing that came to mind was to take my cell phone and submerged in a sandwich bag full of rice, I was told putting your wet cell phone in rice sometimes take an hour sometimes a day or two but eventually it would come on not sure of the logic behind it but I’ve heard that it works. Every hour I was checking my cell phone to see would it turn on and every hour I was disappointed I watch the clock go from 7pm, to 8pm to 9pm and I really didn’t want to break my promise of calling her.

I woke up depressed this morning because the whole night pass and I did not retrieve Miss Rose’s number to give her a call like I promise. All I kept saying to myself was how can something that seems so right go so wrong; from a simple cell phone being dropped in the toilet full of water.

as days passed I found myself going back to that same grocery store around the same time each weekend just hoping that I would run into Miss Rose and explain to her the reason why she hasn’t heard from you. Even the grocery store clerk that helped us clean up the mess was asked by me did he remember the lady who helped that day. He said “yes she comes in here all the time”; but he hadn’t seen her in the last couple of days.

After a week of searching for Miss Rose my heart gave up and my mind was mentally exhausted. Weeks with soon pass I Miss Rose became an afterthought.

The weather seem to be getting a lot better since the snow had passed, so I decided to take a evening jog near one of the busiest park around the corner from my house. There was always beautiful women jogging in their spandex pants or boyshorts walking their untrained dogs; maybe I will get lucky. I was almost out of breath so I had to stop for a moment to full my lungs. On the other side of the tree I can hear a couple arguing and it was getting louder and louder. People jogging by almost ran on top of each other looking back as the argument seem to have caught everybody by surprise. I didn’t want to be nosy but I did hear two older ladies saying that’s Pastor Jones and the first lady from 1st cavalry Church. I pretended to be stretching just so I could glance at who this couple was calling each other broke nigga, bitches and hoes; representing whatever church they falsely attended.

Out of nowhere you could hear this Pastor with an open hand smack his wife and the sound echo through the park. I was Frozen as I ran to her rescue.

As she raised her head and stared into my face, I could tell she was hurt not by just the pain that he inflicted with his hands but hurt by knowing that she knew me and I knew Miss Rose.

Searching for King by A. Dakala

As I look back on the one person that got away; I’m often reminded that I may not ever find my King. My life changed the day he left and hasn’t been the same since.

It was my best friend; Mary’s birthday coming up next week and also Black Gay Pride anniversary in Atlanta so the city will have parties on every corner. It was also my boyfriend Curtis King’s best friend engagement dinner that he had been asking me to attend with him for weeks. I admit I did say I would go only because Mary hadn’t made any plans for her birthday as of yet. As the days got closer to the engagement party I knew I had to give him an answer. So I guess I will have to miss out on my best friends party I really wanted to go; being with my boyfriend’s friends will be so boring and they are so corny. All these guys wanted to do is sit around talking about their pledging days in college. Everytime I meet one of them; there were a different chic present thinking she was cute as hell with a need to make a lace front hair appointment as soon as possible look. This one chic had it out for me I believe, everytime I looked up she was rolling her damn eyes at me and in Curtis face every chance she got. Tonight I guess I will confirm my plans with Curtis once I get home.

I was already to confirm when Mary called me; as I was putting the key in the door to enter the house. “Tamika, girl it’s all set, I have rented us a mansion over in Sandy Springs for my birthday bash” she said. “Shit” I said out loud. “Is something wrong girl?” “Mary, I will call you right back let me get in the house and get settled”.

“How are you babe?” Curtis said as I stood by the door taking off my heels. “It’s been a long long day” I said. I tried to avoid any eye contact with Curtis; knowing he was expecting an answer from me. But he was very pushy and methodical. He grabs me by my hands and pulls me into his chest, kissing my neck. Then those words surface, whispering into my ear; baby since it’s hard for you to decide on what you are doing, go ahead and go hang out with your friends. My heart stopped for a moment. “Why you don’t won’t me to go now?”. “I do but I don’t want you to disappoint your friends to hangout with my lame boys”. I couldn’t have said it better. “Ok” I said. I pushed myself out of his arms and pulled out my cellphone. As I looked back at Curtis he had already went upstairs.

“Mary I’m going to your party, Curtis had a change of heart and encourage me to go; girl it’s on and popping now” I said.

Curtis was at the top of the stairs ear hustling; listening and sending out “she fell for it” text messages to his friends.

Curtis had it all planned out, crashing her girlfriend’s party to get down on one knee since most of her friends would be there and asking her to marry him.

The day of Mary’s party created the perfect mood, I sexed Curtis so long last night as if it would be our last supper. He slept like a baby, all I could do is think of the party and the nasty shit that’s about to take place tonight. I made sure he was satisfied by doing some freaky shit I normally don’t do.

Mary called and said the surprise were all set and this was going to be a circus of a great time to remember for life.

Curtis left the house; saying he had something to get together for tonight, I paid his ass no attention.

Once I was at the party, the liquor and food was popping, all the girls were there we all changed into just bra and thongs. Allot of titties and ass walking around. Then the doorbell rang. It was all chocolate muscles and penis and a couple of bad bitches too. Oh my God these guys were packing, all I could think about was my poor old uterus. The girls were beautiful and had big asses. I’m not big curious but tonight I was.

We all picked the guys and girls we wanted and the fun began.

A hour into our orgy the door open and someone stopped the music; we didn’t realize it. There were cameras and confetti, and my mouth dropped as Curtis should there with his friends and mother with a black box in his hand. I couldn’t move sitting on this random guys lap with his penis erected inside me and my hands gripped around the titties of another woman. Mrs. King , Curtis’s mother walked out, I jumped up, with Siemen dripping from my vaginal lips to reach out to Curtis. He turned his back and walked out.

That was the worse day of my life. Fast forward I’m now with a loser, who will not keep a job. The sex is terrible and I’m scared to leave him from the threats of harming me. I feel trapped.

60 seconds by A.Dakala

My woman had just made it back in the city after a well needed weekend vacation with your girls. She sounded so excited to see me today and I was very excited hearing that she was missing me. Of course I had to go into the office the morning she landed but we talked and texted each other every hour or so. I couldn’t help but watch the clock every second, it seemed as time was not moving or moving too slow. I even picked up the clock and changed the batteries to make sure it was working properly. Just to get ahead of the traffic left work early; that way I wouldn’t have her waiting too long. I did not mind waiting in the cell phone parking lot watching the airplanes take off and land; one after the other. The number of vehicles waiting would increase then decrease as the bright lights of their cellphones lit up as flights landed. Headlights would come on; engines would start up and then the vehicles would disappear as a fleet of red brake lights fade away in the distance to pick up their passengers.

Once I got the text that she had landed I knew my baby made it back safe and I would be in her arms in a few minutes. She has no idea that I was already there waiting for her and had a surprise that would change our lives forever. As I reclined back in my chair listening to the Boo’d Up sing, my cellphone rings. When I answered it, I could hear my girl fussing at someone. I hit mute on the phone and started recording the conversation. Then a man’s voice spoke “if you really don’t want him, then leave him so we can stop part-time sexing” he said. ” Well I’m not giving him none so you don’t have to worry about that” she said. I crunk up and drove to the parking deck and position myself so I could see the entire departure area. She didn’t realize that she had butt dailed me. The background got louder but the last thing I heard; was her saying “let me out where there’s a lot of people so I won’t be spotted, oh shit”! Then the phone disconnected. She must of realized she had called me.

I got out of car and open my trunk. Removed my tool box and pulled out my hidden envelope. She called “baby I’m home pick me up at door S4.” “Ok baby I’m here, coming to you now. As I walked closer to S4, I felt a sense of relief. I spotted her, she spotted me with all smiles. She open her arms for a hug, as I hugged her; I whispered in her ear. “Thank you!” “For what?” she said. I pressed play on my cellphone and played the conversation back. She was speechless. “Oh by the way, as I pulled out the envelope, my lottery numbers hit last night for $212 millions.” Tell that dude you was with this weekend; you need a ride from the airport!”

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