The Side Effects of Him

     The smart, witty, beautiful, sexy, and adventures diva Keydra Braxton stepped on the scene at Eci Magazine; where she took over as the new Editor/Chief Director. Heads definitely turned when she entered the office flashing that gleaming smile and swaying those thick curvy hips, wearing a lavender fitted dress, and beige stilettos. She was greeted by her tall, very handsome red-hair, 6'1 Assistant Winter Austin.

 "Hello, Ms. Bee, girl! you look fabulous today!" 

She smiled looking him up and down. "Thank you, you're  looking pretty hot in that yellow suit... Sir!"

  "Thank you, gurl! You know how I do it. Fashion is my everything," 

he giggled; as they walked down the corridor to her new corner office. Winter closed the door behind them, Keydra walked around her desk and fell into the huge leather chair kicking off her shoes.  The room fell silence for a moment, but Winter broke the silence by saying, "so, Ms. Braxton how was your weekend, gurl!"

"It was amazing! I joined this single social site."

"Really, did you meet a man, gurl?"

"Yes, I did," she smiled. 

"What is his name, and what does he do for a living?" pursing his lips.

"His name is Pryce, he's a music producer," she chuckled.

"Ok... And!!!"

"We had been talking a few days.  We had an amazing connection. Our first meeting was on Spango."

"Really," raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, I was afraid to do Spango, because I like to meet people face to face, but I agreed to meet and chat with him on Spango.  Winter, I swear we instantly had a connection, after talking for hours."

"What happened? Are you still seeing him?" 

"Hell no, he was a complete loser, after our third date."

"That's a problem, honey."

"Yes, but our first date was great! He called me on Valentines Day. He wanted to meet at the casino for dinner and cocktail," she said.  (Keydra enjoyed having a daily cocktail; it was her first love to being in the presence of a man, and if she had to choose one; she'd go for having the cocktail.)  She continued.

"When I arrived at the casino. I was looking for this tall sexy brutha, but instead he was much shorter than I had expected," she paused.  "But he was fine," raising her eyebrows, they laughed. 

"Gurl, get to the good stuff." Winter said.

"Ok, so we had dinner, drinks, drinks and more drinks. We gambled with his money; of course." 

"And," he said with anticipation.

"I'm too embarrassed to tell you this part, but I'll tell you anyway," she giggled.

"What?" His eyes lit up.

"We went back to his place. We had more drinks, and that last drink really turned me on to him. We had sex," she whispered.

"Gurl! You had sex with this man? I hope you used a condom?"he said with an intense look.

She looked at him with fear in her eyes, because she had lied. She told Him that she had used a condom, but she didn't. "Yes, of course; I did," she frowned.

"Ms. Braxton, what's wrong? You did use a condom," he paused.  She shook her head.

"Well, how was his love making?" He tee heed.

"Amazing," her eyes glowed, "Now get out of my office, so I can do some work," she said humorously.  Winter got up, and left her office. 

     Keydra hated herself for letting this happen, and lying to Winter about the use of a condom.  She had had several sexual encounters with Pryce without using a condom, but her truth was that she had contracted the aids virus from Pryce, but that was something that she would live with; as long as she continued her treatments, and kept the aids virus a secret.  She love Winter, because he has been a long time friend, but she will never tell him the truth. 

     Keydra Braxton lived her life as a normal businesswoman; as Editor & Chief Director of Eci Magazine; alone with her best friend and Assistant Winter Austin. Pryce had dead after three years of battling aids.

You have the power to set the destiny for your life

I was inspired by this article, so I have decided to share this inspirational article with you. I hope it inspires you as well:

Dear Readers,

As we enter the second half of this year, I want to encourage and challenge you to speak words of life. 

You have the power to set the destiny for your life...by what comes out of your mouth. 

The Bible tells us in Proverbs 18:21 that life and death are found in the words we speak. No one gets to decide the words that come out of your mouth except for you. 

You have complete control over what you choose to say. 

Your words have the power to set things in motion, good or bad. They’re like little seeds that you plant in life. 

When your words are filled with faith, hope and promise then you’ll enjoy the fruit of them. But if they’re filled with discouragement, fear and other negative things, you won’t enjoy your life. 

As we start the second half of the year, let me encourage you! I speak hope, favor and new life to you. You are filled with God-given destiny and passion. You are everything God has called you to be! I declare this in Jesus’ name over your life today. 

If you want to see your circumstances and situations change for the better, you have to start by planting good seeds through your words. 

Make your confessions personal and real, and allow God’s strength and power to move. Instead of saying “I’m not,” start saying “I am.” “I am blessed! I am able! I am healed! I am smart! I am gifted! I am everything God has called me to be!

Written by: Joel Osteen 

Hamilton Part 2

Monday, February 17, 2014

           

           I stood there watching the love of my life desperately driving down the road in full force. I could see her beautiful brown eyes reflecting in the rear view mirror.  My heart ached for Yolon, as she thought she was free from me.  I could hardly breathe as she drove down a road to nowhere.

            I knew that the short road would lead Yolon straight into Lake Michigan, but I had no idea that she would actually drive the damn car into Lake.  I blackout as I ripped off my tee-shirt, desperately racing toward the bridge plunging into the cold deep water.  I made my way to the bottom, searching anxiously for my Maybach 62, after a few seconds I could see the vehicle slowly hit the sandy bottom as Yolon sat there unresponsive. I swam to the driver side pressing the seatbelt button, but the force of the water had trapped Yolon between the seatbelt and the leather seat.

            I panicked, frantically yanking the seatbelt when it finally released, I pulled her lifeless body from the vehicle as I breathed into her mouth as we continued up to the top of the water.  I laid her lifeless body on the bridge as I tried to control my own of breathing.  I ripped open her wet tee-shirt revealing her erect nipples.  I tried to breathe life back into her stiff body as I compressed on the heart of this woman I was madly in love with, but Yolon didn't respond. I picked her up and ran back to the house. I kicked open the screen door yelling for Bella my housekeeper.  I continued to give Yolon CPR as Bella called for help. 

            Hours later Yolon died.  I could not believe that the love my life laid dead on the marble floor of the grand hall entrance in my home.  I laid there with my head on her soft breast as I wept uncontrollably.  Bella my housekeeper had prepared the grand master bedroom for Yolon's finally resting place. I laid my beautiful Queen Yolon on our double king side bed laced in European hand stretched rose patella white silk sheets. 

            Yolon laid there beautifully in a Vera Wong red strapless dress with a stunning diamond crown laid delicately on her rich black wavy hair with beautiful droplets diamond earring and necklace.  I said my finally goodbye to my love Yolon, kissing her delicately on the forehead.

One year later Hamilton introduced himself to Jonae while walk through Lincoln Park.


The End

Hamilton Part 1

Friday, December 23, 2011

         

             It was a beautiful afternoon as I jogged through Grant Park.  I stopped to get a drink from the water fountain, as I gulped down the water to soothe my thirst. I could see a shadow of someone standing there waiting for his turn to get a drink of water too.  I stopped drinking and looked up, and to my surprise; there was this amazingly handsome guy standing there observing me.  I was over whelmed by his deep dark eyes and that smile. I stepped back to let my eyes roam over this masculine specimen, giving him his turn to have a drink as well, but he refused, so I continued jogging.  I had jogged the distant, but once again I ran into this handsomely strange man again, only this time he stopped me by saying in a deep voice; “You didn’t give me the opportunity to introduce myself.”  I gave him a strange look and then I said; “Okay, and you are?” sarcastically.  “My name is Hamilton.” I gave him a slight smile, indicating that I really didn’t care. I told him that I was pleased to meet him, but not really meaning it, as I went on my way, he continued to follow me.  As I jogged, he jogged beside me whispering something under his breath. I looked at him out of the corner of my eyes to see what type of kookiness he was on, as I speeded up.  I could sense his anger flare up inside him, as he struggled to catch up with me.  I stopped with a powerful force and turned around looking dead into his angry eyes; as he laughed loudly and walking away, but then he came back with such a force picking me up slamming me into the hard concrete knocking me unconscious.


             I had finally come too, but I was groggy and my vision was blurred.  I could see that I was in a dimly lit room.  I could hear what sound like an orchestra playing.  I sat up in the double king size bed as I let my feet touch the warm floor, when I noticed a person sitting across the room, I jumped back; placing my hands on the bed.  He glared at me with a glow that lit up the room.  I quickly glance around the room shifting my eyes from side to side and then back on him.  Fear came over me, as my heart started racing when he asked me my name.  I softly said Yolon, because I didn’t know what to expect, when suddenly an ease came over me, as I stared into the deep dark eyes of this strange appealing man.  I closed my eyes to fight the feelings that suddenly consumed my body, for a man whose name I only knew as Hamilton.  The more he stared at me the more I desired to have him as my body became warmer and warmer.  I felt the need to shed my clothes off layer by layer, because the heat was ripping through me like fire.  I wiped the sweat from my forehead, licking my lips to remove the dryness. I became overwhelmed by the heat as I fell into a deep sleep.


            I had awaked hours later feeling as though I had become one with this stranger, whom I knew absolutely nothing about.  I peeped under the cover where I laid nude; I jumped out of the bed and run to the shower.  I showered for more than an hour trying to wash away what I thought had happened.  After showering I quickly wrapped myself inside of one of the huge towels that was hanging from the hook.  I stared at myself in the mirror hating myself for what had happened.  I fell to my knees crying and screaming to the top of my lungs.  I didn’t care if he heard me or not, I just had to get it out of me.  I cried and cried then finally pushing myself up from the floor.  I walked back into the enormous size room, scrambling around the room looking for my clothes, when suddenly he was standing there handing me the outfit of his choice, which was a short black dinner dress.  I snatched the dinner dress from him dashing into the dressing room where I allowed these strange women to dress me; sadly enough the dress fitted my curvy body perfectly.  I came out of the dressing room looking stunning.  I had was hoped that he had left the bedroom, but no he was standing there looking at me with his desirable eyes, as I joined him hand and hand as we walked down the stairs together to where the dining room was lit with candles and the dinner table was set amazedly beautiful with a plate setting for eight, but it was only the two of us.  I suddenly felt like a queen having dinner with her king, as the butler filled my glass with champagne.  Hamilton stared at me from across the table as I cut into the lamb chop on my plate; slowly brought the piece of meat to my mouth.  He smiled as I chewed the lamb, allowing the tasty favors to melt in my mouth, because I was starving.  We finished our dinner with not at word, but our eyes connected each time I looked across the table at him.  He then rose from his chair walking over to me reaching for my hand.  I looked up at him giving him my hand; hating every moment of our time together.  We walked down this long corridor that lead to a huge ballroom, where I could hear orchestrated music coming from the room.  He opened the double doors to where this room sparkled from the gigantic crystal chandelier and ice scriptures that decorated room.  The ballroom was glinting with pure bliss, as he took my hand and twirled me on to the dance floor, where we danced around the ballroom floor until dawn.  I was amazed by the compassion that poured from the heart of this man, his delicate touch and soft spoken voice had won me over.  I desired the need to forgive him for his harsh way of taking me away from my life.


             Day light peeped through the windows as I run back to the enormous size room strip out of the evening dress and heels, throwing on a tee-shirt, jeans and knee high boots.  I then ran down the stairs to make my escape, but there was no need for that, because Hamilton was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his hand extended, and I once again gave him my hand as he led me to an open terrace where the smell fresh strawberries filled the air.  He pulled out my chair; I sat down taking in how charming Hamilton really was.  We looked into each other eyes from across the table, but I let my eyes fall to the brick terrace floor.  He continued to stare at me telling me that he had a surprise for me, after breakfast.  He then walked me to the front door where on the outside he had provided me with a get-a-way car, which was the most amazing vehicle a Black/Silver Maybach 62 to exit his life forever.  I kissed him on the cheek as he held me tightly in is arms refusing to let me go, but I finally pulled myself away from him, jumped into my car and headed toward the bridge, waving goodbye to Hamilton forever, but at the end of the bridge was a Lake.  I looked back at Hamilton standing in the driveway through the rearview mirror.  I took my eyes off the rearview mirror, thinking to myself have I really escaped from Hamilton or it this his way of keeping me here forever, as I plunged the vehicle into Lake.  The vehicle floated slowly to the bottom, as my breath was leaving body, I could hear a splash...  To be continued.               

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God’s Plan… Really!!! George Zimmerman

       It pissed me off to read across the media that George Zimmerman did an interview.  When he should have kept his mouth shut, but NO!!! You are trying to justify that you cold bloody committed a known act of murder. I dare you to have the nerves to sit in an interview to say; "It was in God plan for you to kill Trayvon." Let's get one thing straight George, God is in the business of GOOD!!! Not Evil. God word tells His people to live in righteousness, which at that point and time you were not. 

      Your actions George Zimmerman was an act of your own racist, evil and selfish ways, so don't sit your dumb ass in the viewers face, to say it was God’s plan. God plan was the voice from that dispatcher telling you to stop the pursuit, leave it alone.  That my friend was an act of God's plan for you to STOP!!!  But being the racist, judgmental, evil murder that you are, you fail to hear the real plan of God when you marked, hunted down and killed a young black man name Trayvon Martin. Furthermore, I don't know what your beliefs are when it comes to your God’s plan, but killing another human being is definitely not my God plan or anyone else God. 
         
        George Zimmerman if you really know God and his word, He said; "Thy Shall Not Kill." And that my friend is one of God's true written plans for His people. 




Heavona     

Blues Night at the Club

 Blues Night at Roscoe's

I had a blast listening to that old time blues preformed by Joe Kinkaid Band. 

Partying with Chante` Moore at Savoy Club

Tuesday, July 10, 2011 Youlanda and I partied at Savoy Club featuring Chante` Moore.

Hamilton

It was a beautiful afternoon as I jogged through Grant Park.  I stopped to get a drink from the water fountain, as was I gulped down the water to soothe my thirst. I could see a shadow of someone standing there waiting for his turn to get a drink of water too.  I stopped drinking and looked up, and to my surprise; there was this amazingly handsome guy standing there observing me.  I was over whelmed by his deep dark eyes and that smile. I stepped back to let my eyes roam over this masculine specimen, giving him his turn to have a drink as well, but he refused, so I continued jogging.  I had jogged the distant, but once again I ran into this handsomely strange man again, only this time he stopped me by saying in a deep voice; “You didn’t give me the opportunity to introduce myself.”  I gave him a strange look and then I said; “Okay, and you are?” sarcastically.  “My name is Hamilton.” I gave him a slight smile, indicating that I really didn’t care. I told him that I was pleased to meet him, but not really meaning it, as I went on my way, but he continued to follow me.  As I jogged, he jogged beside me whispering something under his breath. I looked at him out of the corner of my eyes to see what type of kookiness he was on, as I speeded up.  I could sense his anger flare up inside him, as he struggled to catch up with me.  I stopped with a powerful force and turned around looking dead into his angry eyes; as he laughed loudly and walking away, but then he came back with such a force picking me up slamming me into the hard concrete knocking me unconscious.

                I had finally come too, but I was groggy and my vision was blurred, but I could see that I was in a dimly lit room.  I could hear what sound like an orchestra playing, so I sat up in the double king size bed as I let my feet touch the warm floor, when I noticed a person sitting across the room, I jumped back; placing my hands on the bed.  He glared at me with a glow that lit up the room.  I quickly glance around the room shifting my eyes from side to side and then back on him.  Fear came over me, as my heart started racing when he asked me my name.  I softly said Yolon, because I didn’t know what to expect, but suddenly an ease came over me, as I stared into the deep dark eyes of this strange appealing man.  I closed my eyes to fight the feelings that suddenly consumed my body, for a man whose name I only knew as Hamilton.  The more he stared at me the more I desired to have him as my body became warmer and warmer.  I felt the need to shed my clothes off layer by layer, because the heat was ripping through me like fire.  I wiped the sweat from my forehead, licking my lips to remove the dryness. I became overwhelmed by the heat as I fell into a deep sleep.

                I had awaked hours later feeling as though I had become one with this stranger, whom I knew absolutely nothing about.  I peeped under the cover where I laid nude; I jumped out of the bed and run to the shower.  I showered for more than an hour trying to wash away what I thought had happened.  After showering I quickly wrapped myself inside of one of the huge towels that was hanging from the hook.  I stared at myself in the mirror hating myself for what had happened.  I fell to my knees crying and screaming to the top of my lungs.  I didn’t care if he heard me or not, but I just had to get it out of me.  I cried and cried then finally pushing myself up from the floor.  I walked back into the enormous size room, scrambling around the room looking for my clothes, when suddenly he was standing there handing me the outfit of his choice, which was a short black dinner dress.   I snatched the dinner dress from him dashing into the dressing room where I allowed these strange women to dress me; sadly enough the dress fitted my curvy body perfectly.  I came out of the dressing room looking amazing.  I had was hoped that he had left the bedroom, but no he was standing there looking at me with his desirable eyes, as I joined him hand and hand as we walked down the stairs together to where the dining room was lit with candles and the dinner table was set amazedly beautiful with a plate setting for eight, but it was only the two of us.  I suddenly felt like a queen having dinner with her king, as the butler filled my glass with champagne.  Hamilton stared at me from across the table as I cut into the lamb chop on my plate; slowly bring it to my mouth.  He smiled as I chewed the lamb, allowing the tasty favors to melt in my mouth, because I was starving.  We finished our dinner with not at word, but our eyes connected each time I looked across the table at him.  He then rose from his chair walking over to me reaching for my hand.  I looked up at him giving him my hand; hating every moment of our time together.  We walked down this long corridor that lead to a huge ballroom, where I could hear orchestrated music coming from the room.  He opened the double doors to where this room sparkled from the gigantic crystal chandelier and ice scriptures that decorated room.  The ballroom was glinting with pure bliss, as he took my hand and twirled me on to the dance floor, where we danced around the ballroom floor until dawn.  I was amazed by the compassion that poured from the heart of this man, his delicate touch and soft spoken voice had won me over.  I desired the need to forgive him for his harsh way of taking me away from my life.

                Day light peeped through the windows as I run back to the enormous size room strip out of the evening dress and heels, throwing on a tee-shirt, jeans and knee high boots.  I then ran down the stairs to make my escape, but there was no need for that, because Hamilton was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his hand extended, and I once again gave him my hand as he led me to an open terrace where the smell fresh strawberries filled the air.  He pulled out my chair; I sat down taking in how charming Hamilton really was.  We looked into each other eyes from across the table, but I let my eyes fall to the brick terrace floor.  He continued to stare at me telling me that he had a surprise for me.  He then walked me to the front door where on the outside he had provided me with a get-a-way car, which was the most amazing vehicle a Maybach 62 to exit his life forever.  I kissed him on the cheek as he held me tightly in is arms refusing to let me go, but I finally pulled myself away from him, jumped into my car and headed toward the bridge, waving goodbye to Hamilton forever, but at the end of the bridge was a Lake.  I looked back at Hamilton standing in the driveway through the rearview mirror.  I took my eyes off the rearview mirror, thinking to myself have I really escaped from Hamilton, as I plunged the vehicle into Lake.  The vehicle floated slowly to the bottom, as my breath was leaving body, I could hear a splash… To be continued                                  

NO SNACKS CHALLENGE

It’s Day 7 of the NO SNACKS CHALLENGE, and I have decided to address my purpose for the NO SNACKS CHALLENGE. You may find it annoying for some of you who has failed to participate, to some of you to see me count down the first week of the challenge on Facebook, Twitter or other social networks, but this challenge has meaning & purpose, and that is to prevent obesity, high blood pressure, sugar diabetes & heart disease which is not a joke, this challenge was created to save lives just as all the other campaigns such as Susan G Komen's Race For The Cure, Help Fight Sugar Diabetes & Children Against Obesity, etc...

I feel offended by the fact that I'm being questioned about my actions for the NO SNACKS CHALLENGE, when no one else is questioning all the other campaigns that are working to save a life or cure a disease just as I am, so stop with the questions and let's continue our journey toward saving lives by taking the NO SNACKS CHALLENGE for the entire month of September... Thanks for your support.

 

Older Women Are Making a Connection with Younger Men

As I have walk the streets of the beautiful Chicago and many other places that I have been, all you can see in today's sociality are older women on the arms of very young attractive men. I have found this to be true with couples like (Vivica Fox & Omar White, Demi Moore & Ashton Kutcher, Mariah Carey & Nick Cannon, Gabriel Union & Dwayne Wade and many more), so I have decide to dig deeper as to why?  I went out to get the low down by talking to women 35-55 for the answers as to why older women are dating men 18-30, at any rate I wanted to write this story from my prospective and here’s what I found. Now here’s what I can say; I was told that if it was food it is the most delicious thing an older women can ever encounter.  Older women are dating younger men, because they are feeling healthier, sexier & vivacious.  They know exactly what they want in a younger man.  These older women are looking for a plumber who knows how to lay pipe and be very open minded about it.  They want to have fun and experience fantasies that they know a younger man can give them.  They want to see a body that is desirable and that will make them feel sexy & hot on the inside. 

Now don’t get it twisted ya’ll, because the older men are just as sexy & cute too, but it is said that a younger man is that man of steel and that is what makes the older women feel like she’s 21 all over again, and this is a feeling that drives them crazy knowing that, this yummy package (younger man) is all hers.  Now that’s not shocking to me at all, but I am amazed by the excitement in the voices of these older women as we talked to me about having a younger man in their lives … Lol   Now I can also say from my own experience being with a younger guy was okay, but it wasn’t my cup of tea… But that’s a whole nether story! 

In other words the younger women are being beat out by the sexier & vivacious older women, these women are saying; “If he wants me; and I want him too.”  Despite the fact that they are older and more mature, these women are also making second statement by says; “Move over Ms. 21, because Mrs. 45 is coming for Mr. 25 too… So don’t be a hater.” 

But you can definitely believe that these younger women don’t like it and they are calling these types of women… “Old A** COUGARS.”   

But let’s face it ya’ll; the older women & younger men are hooking up, so you better get used to seeing it, but one thing for sure these younger men are enjoying being with a older women just like the older women are enjoying have them… Call it a new trend if you like.   

You heard it from me… Hea’vona