Theirs is this lady whose apartment is in my building. It is apartments hooked together. I don’t talk to people. Due to the problems, I have with the OCSD, I rarely leave my house. The last time I left my house, I went to the dollar store at Oakland Pointe, around the corner from my apartment. The manager was sitting outside, with a distraught look on her face staring out at the parking lot. I understand why, I went down the aisle to get my snacks and there were like ten young girls coming down the aisle towards me. I must admit it was intimidating, they were young, but some of them were the size of full-grown women. There was only one cash register open, but I knew the manager had come from outside, because I saw her. All these teenaged girls stood at the cashier talking and looking at me. I called out irritated at the harassment, “Is there another register open?” The cashier called out, “the manager is open on four, she is waiting for it to get backed up!” I turned my cart towards four and said, “It’s backed up!” The manager called me over and she began ringing my groceries. The “lady” the girls were with called out something in a disrespectful tone. I finished loading my stuff on the belt and loudly said, “Mind your business,” one of the teenagers said, “Ooh, she just told Miss… to mind her business!” The “woman” to save face with the children walked over to the register I was at to explain to me that she just saying, but then at the end said, “SISTER” with emphasis. Making inference to my man being White, like I don’t know I’m Black. She’s not sister, but I answered her, “I was just saying mind your business”. In a lower tone, because she is closer now. I paid for my stuff, and she walked back to the group of teenagers
As I walked out, I had to look for my keys. I stopped in front of the register where they were paying for their things, and they were still there giving the cashier a hard time. I would have been in that store waiting behind those girls, forever, they were already picking up stuff asking, “how much is this?” It’s a Dollar, and twenty-five cent store. So, I knew what it was and walked out to my car and left. They always want to challenge me. God gave me a ministry of Women, not teenaged girls. They tell people I’m gay, I’m not. They tell White women, I’m messing around with a White woman’s husband I’m not! All I’m trying to do is live my life. I’ve done anything to anyone, and I have never committed a crime. When I’m driving down the street, I must have cars driving with me, because they always have white cars pulling out like they’re going to run into me. I can’t go anywhere, without being harassed! Everywhere I go, they follow behind me telling people lies about me. The one that cracked me up the most was, “If I talk to my man that I’m going back to prison”. The people won’t harass me if he is my man, so they either lie or don’t mention him at all. To this day, no one has won against me, and no one will. They think sending me to prison was their plan, but why for two (2) years and six (6) months I lived alone in prison? I had to go insane, but we are all a little insane. I was tired of those bull daggers harassing me and keeping me up all night. I was in prison for something I didn’t even do, why would I change who I am for people who are weak and had succumb to being someone they are not to get along with demons. To harass someone for 11-years, because they can’t win. I mean they have cameras in my house watching every move. I can’t scratch my ass without them knowing. I don’t know how they are allowed to do it, I guess it’s the Patriot Act. I know I’ve never given anyone permission to video my entire life, they even have camera and audio in my car, phones tapped, and the outside perimeter of my house. Most of the time when I pull up another car pulls up, too! I am wanted.
I’m doing this woman a favor and she’s doing them a favor by talking sh*t about schizophrenics who stay in the house all the time and people who keep them locked in the basement. Where their nails grow long and their hair is stringy. She thinks she’s going to infiltrate my life to know all my business to report back to the demons. They have daughters and mothers trailing me everywhere I go. One woman looks at me like “Ah ha, I got my mother and yours is dead.” I hated going to Walmart with my mother! They have no idea. Then I had to go home with her. My brother would call me so frustrated, apologizing about how he doubted my sanity. My mother was something else. More than anyone could know, who didn’t live with her. She was mean. I am not glad my mother is dead by no means, but my brother wanted me to take her back, and I told him, “When you ask God for deliverance and He delivers you. You don’t go back to what he delivered you from.” There is no answer to that. But he kept trying. I kept Godding.
The next day she was not trying to make me leave my house with no bullsh*t story about agoraphobia. She wanted to express how Christians need to let God deal with the people who do them wrong. I used to be that way, but my man is mean. They were going to get him in 2001, but I showed up and saved his life. They thought they were controlling his life. Thought he had forgotten all about me. That he had married a White woman and had White kids. There was one of the receptionist, at this lady’s eye doctor that was set up with all these situations to take jabs at me, I kept laughing at her, and she finally went back behind the desk and sat down. Like I said, my man is mean. He spent 25 years getting those people back. I just laughed, but I got a little revenge for myself as I learned from him. Either way they lose, because they just can’t leave people alone. They can’t seem to stop being obsessed with me. Today, as I drove into the post office there were two Black men standing in the parking lot, old men. Just like there were four old White men at the doctor. They want me to be a whore so bad. I’ve waited 25 years for my man. I love him. I’m never going to have sex with anyone else. Not as long as he lives. Do you want to know why I never leave my house? Those demons won’t leave me alone. They are used to whores, just giving in. I watched this documentary about this man who was killing women who smoked crack in Clevland. It was titled, “Unseen”. Its on Amazon Prime. He raped and killed 85 women! To men like the ones that are harassing me, rapist, they don’t see us. The police in Clevland didn’t see the woman that got away. It took them three weeks to talk to her about the rape and assault. They didn’t press any charges, and said it was her word, against his. He had already spent 15 years in prison for rape! He didn't have a word.The next scene were pictures of her scars, bruises, and lacerations from where he tried to kill her. They see me, I think because I’m innocent but I still don't leave my apartment, much. Anthony Sowell was sentenced to DEATH.The same reason I would never give in to prostitution for them. THAT WOULD BE A DEATH SENTENCE TO ME. TO BE SEPARATED FROM God would kill me! He's the only reason I'm alive! The first newscast Simon did after the blog I wrote about him, and our association was how Epstein’s bank had to pay $309M to the survivors of Epstein’s Island. I am waiting for my share from Oakland County, no WE are waiting our share.
“For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” – Romans 8:38-39
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