By now everyone has heard about the arrest of Sean Combs. Everyone has their own opinion on the allegations made against him. Just so we are clear, a man is innocent until proven guilty, but we all have our own speculations of how this debacle will play out. My honest opinion and this is just... Continue Reading →
A Pastor’s Fantasy by A.Dakala
Reverend Benjamin Jones was an ex drug dealer who changed his life from serving the streets to serving the pulpits, spreading the good word from the good book to anyone that would listen. He managed to even convince local drug dealers, pimps and pushers to attend church services on Sunday mornings to listen to him... Continue Reading →
“Infidelity @ A Cost?” by A. Dakala
Nothing in life is for free. Everything we do has a price tag and once you purchase it ; you either enjoy it or return it; but once it happens it can't be erased, forgotten or replaced without determining the value of it. The only happy ending of love, is love that never ends. "Until... Continue Reading →
Protected: “Past Lessons, new beginnings” (need password read) by A. Dakala
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“Vermin” (A Million Roses) by A.Dakala
I knew when I walked in and saw two wine glasses in the sink, that the atmosphere would have a scent of foul play. Coleman's favorite bottle of wine was empty, and in the trash can. I guess he didn't think I would notice it. I notice everything, I'm always scanning his house when I'm... Continue Reading →
“Thirsty or Consistency” by A. Dakala
What a beautiful day in Atlanta and a wonderful time to be a prosperous, intelligent and a well put together black man. It didn't matter what your past was like before you got here; your potential was calculated on what you were doing with your life now. Yes ATL, Hotlanta or Hollywood Atlanta are some... Continue Reading →
“Plan B” by A.Dakala
Everything ended as I thought it would. So for the last few months I prayed that God would send me a Plan B. My heart wasn't strong enough to walk away since we had invested so much time building where we currently were. Seems like every time we take one step forward; we fall back... Continue Reading →
“The Karma Cafe” by A.Dakala
There are no menus or price lists. You will get served what you deserve. Afraid to go to my own house after working a ten hour shift. I knew he would be there sitting in the living room drinking as usual; waiting for any reason to act out of character or blame me for cheating.... Continue Reading →