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😎

Phoebe’s Mission Project

PHOEBE’S JOURNEY WILL TAKE YOU ON A LONG EXHAUSTING JOURNEY TO SOUTH AMERICA WHERE SHE WILL BE WORKING ON RE-BUILDING HER GRAND-MOTHER’S MANSION. ☺️ PHOEBE IS SEEKING FINANCIAL HELP IN ORDER TO COMPLETE THIS PROJECT OF WHICH SHE HOLDS DEEP IN HER HEART.

This standing home is about 50 years old

This Mission Project has been established in order to raise funds to establish a future foundation for my grandmother in this little village of New Amsterdam, Berbice in South America

Immediate action is required first in order to rebuild my grandmother’s home according to the American Standards.

Quite a modest home of over 50 years old. For me, it has lots of souvenirs and its potentials are endless, thus by remodeling this home, it would create a vibrant community in this town called New Amsterdam.

After the death of my beloved grandmother, the home was passed over to my Uncle Neville. There he lived until he was forcefully force out after being attacked by bandits.

He was attacked brutally after one of the bandits placed a gun to his head and demanded all of his money and his pension. He was so scared he flee the home. Imagine this, he is 80 plus years old.

We often ask, how much more can one human take. My uncle has experienced some very dark days prior to these events. He lost his wife, and his two daughters and was accused of deceit. He stands strong. Now that I am grown and have experienced my own tragedy I can solemnly assist this uncle into living humanely gracefully with the help of your contribution.

THE WORLD NEEDS NICER PEOPLE LIKE YOU TO MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE.