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MALAAKA GREEN'S EMERGING!

Rushing into the restaurant, Ava saw Malaaka sitting at a table and several men watching her. Once she started dancing locally she acquired many fans. Her standoffish persona and reputation as a church chick made her very appealing, not to mention her tall, strong and curvy ebony body.

Glancing up, she smiled at her mom. Ava kissed her before plopping down in the chair.

“Mom breathe… and your shirt is inside out.”

Ava looked down and was horrified to discover her shirt was indeed on the wrong side. Leaping from the chair she rushed to the bathroom to change. Malaaka’s laughter trickled behind her. When she returned, Malaaka wagged her brows and Ava had to laugh.

“Don’t be cute. I’m sorry I’m a bit late.” Malaaka winked and they ordered food. For several minutes they talked about general things until Ava asked if she were okay.

“I am good mom. Something happened at the party that freed me.” Ava glanced up at her daughter.

“I confessed that I had an abortion.” Ava felt as if someone had dunked her head in a deep well full of water and was holding it there. After several moments she blinked and tears gushed forth. Malaaka swallowed down her own tears.

“How could you Malaaka?”

“How could I what mom, confess or have an abortion?”

“Either, it never occurred to me to kill you. I was nineteen and broke and alone. You are years older and earning more than I could ever imagine and you have me.”

The word kill ran a shiver of pain through Malaaka but it passed, painfully.

“I’m grateful mom but I wasn’t ready to be a mom or a wife. I made a bad and impulsive decision and God has forgiven me. I am not asking for forgiveness from you because it isn’t yours to forgive but I thought you should know. I asked God’s forgiveness and I know I am forgiven. I was wrong, as wrong as I have ever been or ever hope to be again.”

Sweat broke out on Ava’s forehead and she took several gulps of cold water. She felt an intense desire to grab Malaaka and whip her about the head, before kicking her to the floor. She couldn’t remember ever feeling such cold rage.

Closing her eyes she prayed that away. Malaaka watched her mom.

“I didn’t even know you were having sex…” Ava murmured.

“I wasn’t until recently but I am twenty five and I got pregnant. I made a decision.”

“A horrible one. I need some time.”

“It was horrible. I grant you that but is my sin greater?”

Pushing her chair back, Ava made her way from the table and stormed out the restaurant. A whoosh of air escaped Malaaka’s lungs. Closing her eyes, she said a small prayer of her own to center herself. As horrible as that was, she knew she needed to say it. Opening her eyes she saw a young man standing at her table.

“Ms. Malaaka, are you okay?”

He appeared to be about twenty and was very tall and handsome with milk chocolate skin and amazingly white teeth.

“How do you know me?” A startled laugh escaped his throat.

“Seriously? Your face is all over the town!” A small smile played around her lips.

“Oh yea, that. Who are you?”

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SUMAYYAH'S BLOG TOUR

Title: Little Wisdom

Author:  Sumayyah

Publisher: Supreme Publishing

Genre: Children’s Poetry

Hosted By: Diva’s Literary World www.divasliteraryworld.com

ISBN-10: 0615869955

ISBN-13: 978-0615869957

 About The Book

Little Wisdom is the debut inspirational book of poems from the mind of an eight year old girl. Some will inspire you and some will make you laugh. This book focuses on everything from loving yourself to family to death.

 

4 Facts about the Book

1. This book is not just for kids.  It offers wisdom for the young and the old..

2. This book teaches people to love themselves.

3. This book teaches us about dealing with death.

4. This poetry book was written to inspire and make people feel good.

 

About The Author

Sumayyah is a fun-loving, upbeat and smart nine year old who moved to Virginia with my parents last year. She loves to play with her friends, go to school, write, read, play and go to Monster Trucks shows (her favorite truck is Gravedigger) and riding horses which is her first love. Sumayyah hopes to be an Olympic Equestrian and write another book in the next 5 years.  She is the youngest of five children.

 

 

Social Media Link

Facebook:    http://www.facebook.com/Sumayyah04

Twitter:  http://www.twitter.com/AuthorSumayyah

Website:  http://www.sumayyahm.com

Youtube book trailer: http://youtu.be/XWmtSsxx8pc

 

Purchase Links

Paperback: http://amzn.to/1iuSF7z

Ebook: http://amzn.to/MpBV36

Autographed Copy:  www.sumayyahm.com

 

 

Sample Poem from the book

 

Life

 

In life, some things are the same

Some things are different

When things change, we don’t always like them

Change is not easy

It takes time to do things in a different way than we are used to

Always do your best

You have it inside you to do the best you can with everything you do

No one can stop you but you

No matter who you are or what you do, always remain to be you.



 

 

Preorder More Rambling... Common Sense and Such

Common sense from my perspective and my perspective is really all I have are those wisdom bits or simple understanding we would pick up or absorb from simply living and playing close attention, in many cases from those who came before us. However, there are the young among us, who could teach a thing or two about the commonest sense.

Common sense was imperative to my growth because though I was raised by strong women with common sense, there were times when they were so overwhelmed by their own lives, they were unable to always say what it was I should know or understand, however by paying close attention I was able to discern and sometimes quite by accident I absorbed and was saved by the most common.

My intent here is not to teach or preach but to share my own experiences and those things I learned through living and observation because one does not have to go through every experience, one can simply learn by paying attention and applying. There is truly no one in the world, one can learn all that is necessary by being taught one to one.

I had an experience at work once where I told a young woman she had to pay for own transcripts. Her education and books were being funded. She looked askance and asked why?

Without blinking, I said, “It is just common sense we would ask you to pay ten dollars when we had financed your education to the tune of thousands of dollars.” She stared at me blankly. Once she left it occurred to it was not common to her. If a person has not been taught, seen it up close or had it occur, it does not exist as being common. That took me a long time to reconcile.

In many ways it is much like telling a toddler not to touch the hot stove. Some will listen and others will have to touch it. However, once their hand is burned, it is then the most common thing not to touch stoves.

COMING FEBRUARY 7, 2014. 

Just love!

Angelia 

Soul Ties: Be Careful Who You Bed: Coming Soon

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Fletcher Mitchell stared out the window and was unable to accept that his wife, the woman he loved and married was getting out of the car with another man. Unable to move or react, he watched the guy walk around and open the door for her. Offering his hand, she took it and got out. He opened the gate for her but wasn’t stupid enough to walk inside. He held his breath, praying she wouldn’t be dumb enough to allow him to kiss her in front of their home, but he wasn’t sure because if she were bold enough to allow him to bring her home when her husband and children were inside, she might. Thankfully, she simply flicked her fingers and strode up the sidewalk with the guy watching her until she got inside.

Denisha jumped out of her skin when Fletcher stood up, turning on the light. The shock on her face quickly changed to a mocking look. The one she always got when she knew she was wrong and didn’t care. He knew she hadn’t cared for a long time and tonight was the final proof. There was so much he wanted to say but he didn’t utter a word. Making his way to the room where his twin sons slept, he sat in the recliner next to their beds. The words his mother had uttered two years earlier pounded in his head, “Son, be careful who you tie your soul to, everything that is good to you isn’t good for you and ripe fruit soon spoils.”

Pain rocked through him because that is exactly what had occurred. He had tied his soul to her, allowing her to father his children and his life was filled with rotten fruit.

The Real Purpose...

I rarely allow myself pity parties. I'm blessed and I know it. However, a couple of days ago I embroiled myself in one. For the past month my book sales weren't as I'd have them and it seemed those who were purchasing them weren't reviewing them. My initial thought was, 'Why even go through this, I have lots of books out there, it's been a good run." Seriously.  The Zen Cooper ~ Grown Woman book was that important to me.

I spoke to my husband about it and he chose not to humor me; we go down this road periodically. After praying about it, I felt better and went to bed. When I woke the next morning, after reading my bible and praying, I started perusing my Facebook inbox and email. In the Facebook inbox was someone asking if I'd consider mentoring them. My heart soared because mentoring is a real love of mine and what I know is my ministry.

Next my inbox was filled with a couple of manuscripts that a young woman I'd never laid eyes on wanted me to consider publishing. By then I was praise dancing because I knew God was tapping on my brain, saying, "Selling books is one thing but reaching, teaching and touching people is something else altogether. You know what you are called to do!"

Yes, I do! Now mind you I do want to sell lots of Zen Cooper ~ Grown Woman because the message is needed and I know that. But first thing in the morning and last thing at night, that's only secondary to what God has called and equipped me to to do. I'm blessed and I know it. But God, Just Love.


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ZEN COOPER - GROWN WOMAN Chapter One

ZEN COOPER GROWN WOMAN

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter One

Zen got in the taxi, asking the driver to take her to the Toyota dealership. The African man allowed his eyes to peruse her. She was tall and slender in some places and bountiful in others and she had the most beautiful chocolate skin, ebony eyes and ropes of natural hair. She looked like an African- Indian goddess.

“Excuse me ma’am are you African?”

Her eyes met his.

“At some point in my life I’m sure my family was there.”

“Well you look Somalia and another mixture.” Smiling she laid her head back, staring out the window. Her hometown hadn’t changed much. She was picking up the car she had ordered. It was a dark purple Prius and she was thrilled. The money Charlie had placed in her accounts had paid for it and she actually had enough to live all summer but she was going to work in her aunt’s dance center. She was also going to live there. She knew Frieda and Willie Mae wouldn’t be pleased but she needed to be on her own and not pulled apart by them. She had stayed with Willie Mae for months after learning of the duplicity of her parents. They would simply have to understand. Cynthia had been glad to offer her the loft in exchange for her assistance with her classes. Cynthia was Charlie’s older sister and had lived in New York before returning home several months before Zen left. The niece and aunt had developed a close, loving relationship. Cynthia would often drive to spend weekends with Zen, sharing things with her from her and Charlie’s lives.

The driver raced around to open the door for Zen and retrieve her suitcase. She thanked him and tipped him before walking into the dealership. Everyone stared at her as she walked in, causing her to stop and stare back.

“Is this a car dealership or does everyone stand around and stare?”

Her husky voice caused a tall, white salesman to rush to assist her.

“My bad, I’m Seth Allure.”

“Your bad? What does that mean?”

“It means my mistake.”

His face flushed as the other salespeople stared and laughed.

“Then say that, don’t use slang every time you see a sister. That’s racial stereotyping.”

“I’m sorry. I just speak that way, no harm meant.”

“I’m Zen Copper and I’m here to pick up my car.” She strolled past him to the office. He watched her unable to move. She glanced back over her shoulder.

“Seth?”

Snapping from his mini-trance he followed her. One of the older black salesmen whispered as he past, “Don’t even think about.”

Seth’s olive skin colored as he ignored him.

He stood listening as Zen told the accounts person why she was there and provided them with her paperwork. After that was done, they handed Seth the keys, telling him to get the car and make sure it was filled with gas and detailed. Zen sat to wait. The clerk stared for several minutes.

“You don’t remember me do you?”

Zen glanced up from her iPad at the young, biracial girl whose name-tag read, Marissa.

“I’m sorry, I don’t.”

“I’m Marissa Everson. You were in my ninth grade math class. I was fifteen and you were thirteen. Everyone was mean to me except you. I was too white for the black kids and too black for the white kids.”

A frisson of memory pierced Zen’s mind. She smiled kindly.

“I do remember, now. Do you like working here?” Marissa shrugged.

“It’s a good job. I attended college for a couple of years. I had a baby and was thrilled to get this job. What do you do?”

“I just graduated college and am planning to do teaching assistance while I work on my masters. This summer I’m assisting my aunt at Dance Sistas on the Westside.”

“You were always so smart. You look beautiful.”

“Thanks you too. How old is up your child?” Marissa was a pretty soft girl with sad eyes and almond colored skin.

“She’s almost two. The dealership has childcare. There’s Seth. Have a good day.”

“You too.”

Zen followed Seth out to her car. She giggled with delight, clapping her hands when she saw it and spontaneously danced. Seth watched her, trying to hide his attraction.

“Enjoy your car Zen.”

Smiling she took her keys and got in. Waving she drove away. Seth looked at the phone number he had written in his hand from her paperwork.

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Charlie knocked on the door of the home he had grown up in. Cynthia opened it and screamed with delight to see her brother. She jumped in his arms allowing tears to flow down her cheeks. He held her until she was cried out. He placed her gently on the porch looking her over as her eyes drank him in.

“Charlie, you look amazing. I’ve never seen you look healthier or more handsome.”

“I’ve never been healthier. You look the same; you haven’t aged a bit; doing all that belly dancing, as mama used to say, she was convinced ballet and belly were the same.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? My God, it’s been too long. I have missed you so much. I got home and then you were gone.”

“I agree but I wanted to return whole and when my child was here. Have you seen her?”

“No but she’s here. She bought a car and is going to spend the evening with her mom. Frieda will not be thrilled about her living above the studio.”

“She lived in D.C for three years. Frieda will adjust. I’m going to shower and I’d love to sleep for several hours. I want to see Zen so don’t tell her I’m here.”

Jumping in his arms again she agreed. She was simply thrilled to see her brother.

Charlie showered and climbed in bed and was almost immediately asleep. Cynthia peeked in periodically to make sure he was really home.

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Tears poured down Frieda’s cheeks as she watched Zen walk up the sidewalk to the house. Unable to contain herself she fled out the door to hug her daughter. She and Zen had such a fractured past but Frieda loved and was proud of her daughter. Zen giggled, hugging her much shorter mom tight. Finally pulling back Frieda stared at her grown daughter.

“Lord, you look so grown.”

“I am grown mama.”

“I know, I know, bad Zen.”

“That’s over now mama. I’m here at least for three months. Howard has offered me a teaching internship.” Frieda’s eyes filled again.

“I wish you would take the better offer in Gainesville. You would be closer; only fifty miles away.”

Zen’s heart clutched at her mom’s words as they walked in the house. She didn’t say anything as she drank in the bright colored walls with her eyes. She had painted them herself with Charlie’s help. She had been thrilled to move from the projects into their first home. Frieda watched her when she opened her room door and squealed. It looked exactly the same with purple walls, hundreds of books and green curtains and bed coverings. On one wall was a huge portrait Charlie had painted of her. Walking over she touched it.

“Have you heard from him?”

The words flew from Frieda’s lips, uncontrolled. Zen turned, placing those deep eyes on her mom.

“Yes. He hasn’t said but he will be here soon. I know that. As to the Gainesville thing, I’m not sure. I really want to do my teaching assistant internship at a black school.”

“I know but black kids at mostly white schools need you even more Zen. They are lost there. Howard has amazing resources, they don’t need you.” Zen listened but didn’t reply.

“What’s that I smell?”

“It’s lasagna. I made it this weekend and froze it. I worked late today so it was perfect.”

Frieda had been a bartender for years but for the past year she had been working as a paralegal and library assistant. Though she was almost thirty nine she was considering law school.

“Yummy. I’d like to shower and then I’d love a huge serving of that. I love you mama.”

“I love you Zen and I’m glad you’re home.”

Frieda raced from the room because sharing her feelings didn’t come easy to her, even with her only child. She was literally laughing to herself as she prepared food for her and her only child.

After they had eaten Zen knew she needed to tell her mom about her living arrangements.

“You know I’m going to assist Auntie Cynt at the dance studio. I’m also going to live in the loft.”

Her words sent pain though Frieda like shards of glass but she wasn’t surprised.

“How can you afford it? They’ve revitalized downtown and those lofts are a mint.”

“I’m not paying. Aunt C and my dad own the building. I need my own space; I might get me a man or something. Shoot, I’m twenty, its time I get my freak on.”

Zen howled with laughter at the stunned look on Frieda’s face.

“Zen, are you a virgin?”

“Technically…”

“What does technically mean.” Zen’s laughing eyes met her mom’s.

“I dated a guy who did things... I’ve never had intercourse but...”

Frieda jumped up, grabbing the plates, racing to the kitchen. Zen doubled over with laughter, thinking, and “She asked.”

Frieda stood in the kitchen smiling inside at the woman Zen had become. She was thrilled that she was still her bold self, filled with a bit of innocence and loads of confidence. She felt Zen walk in behind her, wrapping her arms around her.

“I think you should sleep with me tonight and in the morning we can go talk to your mama.”

Frieda savored her daughter’s touch and nodded in agreement. She didn’t need to tell Zen that Willie Mae was still Willie Mae.

She held her daughter close to her, listening to her even breathing. It was so tranquil because she suspected Zen was right about Charlie and that was bound to turn her world upside down.

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