Why I do not need a Dad

Because My grandmother says, do not worry, he never did pay the dues, Humm…

My mother dear was probably a disgrace to the New Amsterdam Seventh Day Adventist Church to have these children of hers out of wedlock. People are of no joke back then even as of today. Criticism can be severe.

So, I must presume that I am unfit to be called an SDA queen. Must I resign from the dwelling of the church, I don’t think so, just avoid the fellowship.

The humiliation I face is hidden to an extend that I flee the human race. I decided so, no turning back. The universe is too disgraceful for one human to take in all such abuse.

Oh, I remembered, I am married to someone of a different culture and relational background. This is a great hindrance to the church and perhaps to my race. Go figure, I am a liberalist now and that’s what it takes.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s no other dam thing I can perhaps do but go to church for gatherings to worship a God that’s invisible to the human eye. I go no more because of the interferences of my worldly goods.

My French ways you want to learn huh, I have little figures coming up so, the avoidance is what they got.

You should have been a better steward of my arrival in the United States as It takes time to grow.

I have realized that you all did not want to share your gifts as the locals in the land called the Guyanese troops. I have learned it alright…Went back to that land for 3 months to learn of that culture that I had forgotten. Quite mesmerizing to the souls.

Some of y’all may need some of it in a minute when this crap hits the soul.
Anyway, it’s all good.

I’ve got three cultures in my soul and that means that I will never forget the good times I have lived in France.

Some complaints are that these Frenchies are interesting personalities. Why not? Leave the freaking people alone to enjoy their wine, cheese, and gold. This is not to be in excess but to enjoy a simplistic but energetic life forevermore.

My life, my stories👇

Have a blessed day😎

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