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.

Oh she’s a cute liar by A.Dakala

Marie Latrice never knew how God was continuing to bless her until she decided to hitch hike a ride with the devil. He was introduced to her by the devil’s helpers dressed in a wool suit. Marie had been down this road before not knowing that karma was standing at the bus stop waiting on her to make choices that she often made for years. It wasn’t about sex, she had no problem spreading her legs to any wolverine who showed her a good time and was willing to spend their money to keep her smiling. What she didn’t learn from was the multiple penises that entered her unprotected. But having a baby by an conceived money pit was an insurance policy, at least that’s what she thought. Sometimes brains and beauty are often measured by the amount of money one is willing to spend.

Has the world turned church minded folks into up rooted prostitutes selling their souls to leave in the moment?

It appears Maria took pride in playing the victim, but when you look around at her circle; it was a circus act of zoo animals she called her friends. On paper a few seem to have it together, but that was a smoke screen. They all lack live intelligents.

After being in a six month relationship, she were introduced to one of the devil’s helpers that convinced her weak shallow mind that he could provide a life that could always imagine. He was a fake servant of God at the Grace Covenant church in San Diego, California with the title of Board of Directors. Minister White is what the church members called him.

To switch over to this borrowed lifestyle; she needed to turn the tables on her current situation as if he had ruin her life. God couldn’t sleep that night. Every lie that produced words from her month subtracted days of her life. Lies started to multiple in full sentences, sentences turned into paragraphs; before long her cheating and infedilty became a normal four day weekend. Minister White started struggling with his own demons, not knowing that the streets were watching him and taking notes.

One night after Bible study a group of goons approached the hypocrite Minister who dropped to his knees and begged for forgiveness. They didn’t want to rob him, they were tired of false prophets representing the devil in casket sharp clothes claiming to be men. He died asking God to forgive him from the list of his tongue

Once the news got back to Marie, “it was just another nigga she met, on to the next” she said. But her demons were slowly surrounding her as she woke up to go to work but became sick. Vomiting up clots of blood, then passed out on to the floor where she hit her head on the corner of the fireplace. The devil had unplugged her phones lines!

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