Chronicles Of Chiney B

So where does he fit into all this, probably the only thing worth my existence. I exist because he’ll need me someday. I had a baby with a guy that I’ve known since I was six years old, I figured because I’ve known him so long. He’s the most familiar person to me Marion my husband brought so much agony to my life shortly after our separation. But my son is my pride and joy, I love him dearly. I need to work on being more patient with myself and God as God works things out for me. I see myself in my son he is so beautiful. I hope in this life, I’ll be able to give him all the things that he desires. I’m thankful that he was born. I’ve learned so much about myself during this transition. I am so thankful that I have a mini me. Update: we’re going to Jamaica in June I want him to have the best experience.

I was feeling pretty invincible for the most part of my life, I had started working at age 14 taking care of the family I felt responsible, strong, brave, proud I had been maneuvering myself from job to job stressfully, when I finally got the job at DTA. This was my forever job. I had no intentions of leaving only stepping up within the ranks It took much work, but it was well worth it. I had been there eight years before they hired a new Director. I had seen a few of them come and go but none like this one she harassed me to know end, She was always concerned about where I am, where I was going. Who I was going with.    What time I’ll be back most of the time I spent in my office missing lunch and taking clients. The last conversation I had with the Director that had been there since I started she told me she was preparing me to be promoted. She said based on what I’ve done she thought it was time for me to be stepped up, I started having problems at home with my husband shor...

I’d be lying if I told you that I was the strongest believer of all my friends, however, I do believe that if he takes you to it, he’ll take you through it. When this all started, I didn’t know what direction my life was headed in all I knew is I had lost my job the only source of income I had known for the last eight years , I didn’t know what I was going to do how I was going to pay for my house or how I was going to be able to buy my child things that he might need growing up, I never wanted to ask my mom for help. I’m not that way, upon humbled grounds I became that way. The only life or existence I had known before that was just giving my Mom money. Now she had to return the favor. Her faith in God has become more powerful than I can imagine. My faith in God has been broken, weakened by my experiences, but yet I still have life, so I am thankful. I am desperately trying to put the pieces of my life back together so that I can stand on solid footing, however, my faith has been brok...

I’m for real Divorced, I can’t believe he wanted to be out of the marriage that badly. The last 10 years of my life seems something like a blur a bad blur, that I never want to be reminded of, I’m glad it’s over. Two glad bag full of water happy, Oh well I hope he’s happy with the result. I wanted two more children. Darien is too cute not to do twice. I guess now I’ll have to plan a future with someone else, that’s such a bitter age to have to start over. 33, Jesus. But, who am I to ask god what his plans are for me. A family that Prays together stays together. We barely prayed together. The house didn’t take so well to the two religions. While Future & Juice World Fine China play in the back ground. I didn’t know that my fingers could do it but I’ve worked my way into emotions out of loneliness. Going down memory lane. I’m just going to write in hopes that my fingers and my body and brain are all still one. I’m taking a shot to that Bacardi Rum these days, I grew up on white rum, ...

Look at you again, diving into your ungratefulness. The world is finally reading your story. Yet you sit here unamused by all that you have accomplished in this life. You released your first album “BrittanVille” and yet you haven’t said congratulations to yourself, but here you are wondering if anyone will even want you years from now. I wanted my own space so bad, but that was never part of my plan. Who am I to ask God in what way he will bless my life, all that matters is, the blessing is received, right? The beautiful man didn’t Waltz into my town like I thought he would with a beautiful number in hand. Instead, he danced across my TV screen, with butt bigger than I could imagine. And dance moves that I could never imitate. If that was my biggest fear, I didn’t hear about it, at least, but he certainly made some sensational videos. Whether he is complementing himself or complementing a woman either way it was Sensational. Some performers perform, and they’re not as memorable as othe...

 To get escape from my mind, I try you. I’m trapped in this place that’s so filled with thoughts, my mental closet.   I worry when the silence says send, I know I got to deal with my thoughts.  But they’re all about you. I’m so deep in love.  It’s locked in my mind deep in my vault,  but even it needs air.  Like I told you it was used to hiding in a closet I leave my doors open, so I sleep better at night.  don’t want no dark spaces.  I can’t sleep at night.  Running from all these dark spaces in my mind.

  In this life‘s journey, I bring forth my inquisition with my Latin Flar denoted somewhere in Cuba, that I’ve never been, while holding onto the Jamaican heritage of Latino towns. My Latin heritage speaks loud as in me when I’m around people and music with such flare, though I have only a basic understanding of the language I do pretty well. My trips to Mexico have taught me there’s nothing more valuable than conversation, whether in English, Spanish Vietnamese, Japanese or Igbo.     My son calls himself bilingual because he knows Vietnamese, he sings songs, and other dialects and languages without knowing their meaning. For him they’re just melodies just another song, but for me, they’re more than that I feel bad now that I told him him learning, one song does not grant him access to fluency of a language. It takes far more than knowing one song to call yourself multilingual.  My Jamaican food comes to me by way of African hands. The essence of the flavors bring jo...