D.C. (Drama Connections) pt. 4

Obi approached our boat. “Well hello Mel. Isn’t it always nice to see you out here.”

“Whatever Obi. Why are you here and not on your “business trip” like you told your wife?”

Ro can see the frustration on my face so he stood next to me and asked is everything ok. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and asked if he could let me talk to Obi alone for a second. He jumped off the boat and decided to go for a swim, making sure to keep us in his view.

“Mel you know this is my relaxation area. Charee isn’t into nudity like you. I couldn’t get her to come out here if her life depends on it.” Obi said as he took a seat on the boat.

“So you’re out here solo?” I asked.

“Yeah, just about to head back to the lake house to do some work.”

“I don’t believe you. Where’s E?”

“Damn girl, he’s my brother not my husband.”

I can tell Obi was trying to avoid my questions. I needed to know if he was here solo or with Tammy. I needed to know where Eric was at. There’s no way I got these ladies all worked up and now I’m losing evidence of my theory.

“You know you’re always invited to the house whenever you’re out here. But only if you’re coming alone.”

Let me give you all a little backstory as to why I don’t like Obi. When he came to the states, we dated for maybe three months. This was before he knew Charee or Stephanie. We didn’t last long because honestly his sex is whack. Plus he’s always up to no good. But we were really good friends just not good lovers. In college he got into an accident and for whatever reason he called me. I was there for him until he got back on his feet. When I met JB the track star, Obi became possessive. I guess Obi thought his money was all that I needed. He asked me to marry him and promised he would take care of me. JB wasn’t having it. He moved me out of the city for awhile so I could get away from Obi. During my absence is when Obi met Stephanie. Now it’s bringing us to this day.

“Obi you’re never going to give up are you?”

“You know you’re supposed to be my wife.” Obi said as he reached out to grab my thighs.

“Anyways, that is so far in the past. You should start being faithful to your wife and stop trying to please every woman with your money. Now I think it’s time you head back to your lake house and do some ‘work’ as you would call it.”

Obi left the boat and yelled out, “you still looking good Mel. Let daddy know when you’re ready for a trip or something.”

Oh, I’m ready for a trip alright. It’s going to be with your money but it won’t be with you. “Bye Obi!” I yelled out.

Since I wasn’t able to get any information from him, I figured I’ll give Tammy a call. I started to think about if any of this was true or not. If it wasn’t, I still didn’t like him and Charee should want to screw him over just for him wanting me and keeping her locked in the house. But if that was enough, this would have happened years ago and not now.

Right before I could text Tammy, Ro came over to ask what did Obi have to say. I let him know that he’s full of shit and I don’t believe anything he has to say. Ro told me that I shouldn’t contact Tammy because if something goes down, I can’t have Obi knowing that I knew her. That was smart thinking. I didn’t even have to think of a plan b because here comes Eric and some female walking this way. She had to be Shay. Dudes are so bold. He’s not even in another state and they’re walking around holding hands like it’s nothing. I didn’t want him to see me so we decided to leave.

Texting Stephanie:

Me: Hey girl wyd?

Stephanie: Just woke up. You?

Me: Leaving the lake. I’m about to come over. Me and Ro.

Stephanie: Cool. It’ll be open.

We walked right in like the place was ours. Stephanie lived downtown in a highrise. Obi might have screwed her over but she sure knew how to bounce back. I often think Obi went after her because we were so much alike.

“What you getting into today?” I asked as I flopped down on her couch.

“Not a damn thing. It’s too hot out there.”

“Right!” I said bursting out into laughter.

“Anywho, so you know Alicia and Charee ain’t gone do nothing unless I drag them out of the house. I think we should book a flight to DC tonight.”

“Tonight, tonight?” Stephanie asked.

Yeah, because I went to the lake and saw Obi. He didn’t give me any information but then I saw Eric as we were leaving and I saw him with a woman. It has to be the Shay girl. Ro told me not to contact Tammy so I think we should just make our move.

“Well you know I’m down. Not really tryna be on another plane but I want to make this negro suffer.”

I have Tammy’s security code. We can go scope out the place. I really don’t want her kids to be there. We don’t know who she lives with. We gone go there get what we can, sell that shit and make a big deposit!

Stephanie met me halfway with a high five.

“You thinking about hitting up Careem?”

“He does have those military instincts, we might need him.”

Flight was booked and we didn’t say a word to the other ladies. We arrived in D.C around 9 o’clock. We went to Careem’s house. One of his buddies was able to find her address for us. He got us all the information we needed to know.

12:45 AM we arrived to the house. Her house was small for three children. I entered the code and we went inside. I felt bad for this lady. She had nothing in here. Obi spends money on her to come to him but she definitely not getting any money to buy furniture. Walking through her house is making me dislike Obi even more.

“Mel, I thought you said Tammy was fat?” Stephanie asked.

“She is fat.”

“Well where the hell does she sleep? I know her big ass ain’t sleeping on a twin size mattress.”

I tried not to laugh but Stephanie had a point. This will hurt Charee even more knowing he’s cheating with a woman that barely has anything. Just when we were about to leave, I saw an ultrasound on the counter.

“Yo, Steph! Look at this!” I was trying to whisper.

“This better not be Obi’s baby.”

Right next to the ultrasound was a doctor’s appointment reminder at the clinic. Looks like Tammy got an abortion before coming to Austin. Why doesn’t this woman have her tubes tied?

I took a picture of the ultrasound and letter before we left the house. Careem took us out for drinks and we headed back to Austin.

Monday morning rolled around and Eric was still away from the house. Alicia said that he wasn’t coming back till Tuesday night. I called Alicia and Charee to see if they were headed to the bank to get access to the accounts. It really pays to know people because we were friends with some ladies in the bank as well. Erica worked at the Wells Fargo and didn’t care about her job at all. Plus she had tons of Daddy’s money to spend so this was just something for her to get out of the house. Now the ladies weren’t just going to get the money out of the accounts. I told them over the weekend to think of something they wanted to invest in. The goal was to just transfer the money into another account which will be a business account. This way they can start building something for themselves. No matter how much money your significant other has, you should always have something going for yourself.

We all met up that evening to discuss other plans we wanted to do with the money. It felt good seeing them finally do something without their husbands smothering them. The locks were changed at the house. Security codes were all new and we all packed a bag for vacation number one.

It was around 7 o’clock in the evening when Charee’s phone started blowing up with calls from Obi. Both her and Alicia had missed calls and text that accumulated from the flight to Miami. These men were pissed and I was loving it.

Alicia checks one of her 20 voicemails:

“Alicia where the hell are you? I get home to the locks changed on my house. You do know this is my house right?”

Next voicemail:

“Why is your phone going straight to voicemail? Where are you?”

“Are you with Melody? I swear to God if you don’t call me in the next 10 mins…”

Before Eric could finish his sentence, we heard a female’s voice in the background. I asked Alicia to play that message again.

“Are you with Melody? I swear to God if you don’t call me in the next 10mins..

Female’s voice: “Baby can we get something to eat now?”

Eric must have hung up the phone because we heard some ruffling then silence.

I looked at Alicia and she looked at me and said, “let’s enjoy our vacation.” We all turned our cells on silent and hit Collins Ave.

We knew we had to act quickly on the funds part so Charee started depositing more money into her business account and sending some to mine and Stephanie’s so that it all can be spread out differently. Although we only stayed in Miami for one night, we had a blast. Spending money of VIP sessions, going shopping, buying drinks for everyone. I even got Charee to go skydiving. Now you can barely get this girl to get her hair wet so that was a big deal for me. It was definitely a day to remember.

Instead of going straight home, I took the ladies to the lakehouse when we got back to Austin. I know Obi too well so I can almost guess what his code is. He’s a smart man but when it comes to codes and passwords, he kept them all similar. There was no sign of them when we arrived so I entered a code that I thought it could be and we were in.

Eric contacted Obi about the situation. Charee let us hear some of her voicemails. I just laughed because they weren’t going to do anything. They will be mad when they find out there’s no money in the bank but still will deny ever cheating. There was really nothing they could do at this point but be upset.

Charee and Alicia returned home as if nothing happened. Eric questioned Alicia about where she was and why wasn’t she answering her phone. Before they returned home, I made sure to prep them for the interrogation that was going to happen. I was proud that both women stood firm. Both women said they didn’t feel safe because too many people knew about the spare keys and so they decided to change the locks. They also told their men that they needed to get away because they were tired of being couped in the house. The ladies stayed calm the entire time explaining their actions for the previous days, that the men couldn’t do nothing.

Now, I didn’t want anyone to get hurt in this situation, so I had them put some of the money back in the accounts so that it wouldn’t seem so obvious. I should have thought of that in the beginning but of course I really wanted them to leave and never return. The next couple weeks went by and the men were on their best behavior. Until the Fourth of July weekend. Obi threw is famous boat party on the lake. Everyone was there having a good time. Eric’s phone kept ringing but he was in the water. Alicia decided to check it because the person kept calling.

Alicia: “Hello!”

“I’m trying to reach Eric. Is this his phone?” The female over the phone asked.

“Who’s calling?”

“This is Shay. I tried his other cell but got no answer so I got this number from Tammy.”

“Shay how do you know Eric and who is Tammy?”

“I’m sorry, but who am I speaking with? Can you just put Eric on the phone?”

“No I can not and don’t call this phone again.”

Alicia hung up the phone and went back to the party. She later told me what happened.

The party is whining down and we see Obi talking on the phone with someone and he looks heated. I tell Charee to go next to him to see if she can calm him down. Before she can even get close to him, he tells her to go with Melody and he will see her at the house. I didn’t like that one bit and I knew he was up to something. We went to Eric’s boat and was about to head back to the dock. Obi yells over “Aye E, take them back to the lake house for me.”

Obi was rushing us and I wanted to know why.

“I need to get my bag from under the seat.” I tried to think of something quick before Eric took off.

Just as I suspected, Obi was hiding something.

“Obi! Obi! I know you hear me.” Tammy shouted as she approached the boat.

I looked at Alicia and she looked at Charee and Charee jumped off the boat instantly.

All I can think of is it’s about to go down!

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WAR~Women and Riches

wp-1467330843461.jpg“No! No! Please don’t take him from us! Please, please! I love you!”

(Yelling from the distance)

“I will be back for you. Junior take care of your mother and siblings for me!”

“Yes papa,” the boy cried.

I sat in my doorway crying hysterically. “Joshua take you brother and sister to get washed up for dinner.” I could hear the screams echoing throughout the streets of the women who were feeling the same pain. Here I was living in the middle of South Park with three children and no job. How will I be able to feed my children? My boys will have to grow up without a father. My daughter will never know how it feels to be loved by her father. Joseph and Janae will only have vague memories. But Joshua will be hurt the most. He watched his father get abducted and didn’t get to say bye. We didn’t get a chance to give him a hug or kiss. He said he’ll be back for us. But I know he won’t. They never return. My husband was taken by some savage people. Will this pain ever be able to go away?

“Mama, will papa join us for dinner,” Joseph asked?

“Not tonight sweetie. Eat up so we can get to bed. Who wants to go to the water park tomorrow?”

“Me, me, I do,” replied the children.

There was complete silence throughout my house that night. I didn’t hear the sound of water dripping from the faucet. There were no creaks in the floor. No beds squeaking. Just silence. We all slept in the same bed. I didn’t want to be alone and I didn’t want them sleeping alone. Will I be able to protect them? I felt lost. There was going to be the time for them to come take my boys. Joshua is almost 16. What if they returned tomorrow for him? I can not handle losing my children.

The next morning, I tried to follow my same routine. I made two cups of tea and fixed 5 plates instead of 4. I couldn’t bring myself to change things. Joshua had a look of hate and anger in his eyes. What do I say to him? He loved his father more than anything.
It has been a week since I witnessed my husband being taken away. The pain is still fresh. The awkward silence was still there at night. It was almost time to pay the bills. We only have $300 left. We needed this week’s check to manage. I had to think of something quick.

I decided to clean the house. Maybe if I got rid of some things, we could start to move on with our lives. I cried at every item of his I touched. His scent was taking over. There was an envelope hidden in his shirt drawer. It was sealed with Joshua’s name on it. Not sure what it was. I opened it and started to read:

Dear Joshua,
If you’re reading this, then it means it was my time to go. I just hope that I taught you enough to be a good man. I need you to be strong for your mother and siblings. Joseph needs you to be the best role model. Protect Janae, so she will never settle for a low life male. Your mother will be hurt. But if you help her, she can make it through. You’re my junior. I know you will be great in whatever you choose. I don’t want you to focus on the day they will come for you or Joseph. You have to focus on success. Like I’ve always told you, to have true success, you must help your people stay ahead. To have true happiness, always stay true to yourself. Knowledge is key. Don’t let anyone tell you any different. I love you junior. ~Pops

I wonder what do all these numbers mean that he has written along the margins. 10, 8, 12, 7, 5. Or is it supposed to be 5, 7, 12…? He never mentioned any of these numbers so what could they be. Maybe Joshua would know what the numbers were for.

The children were finally back in school. Things seemed as if they would be ok. I was able to pay our bills. But we had nothing left, so I decided to sell some things for extra cash. Josh always told me I need to sell my paintings. If I knew I could make this much money, I would’ve done it years ago. It’s amazing how much people will pay for art decor. I was thankful for every dime.

(Front door slams shut)

“Mama, mama, Joshua got into a fight today,” Joseph spoke with excitement.

“Shut up, you always running you mouth,” Joshua yelled to his brother!

“Hey, hey, calm down both of you. What happened Josh?”

“My name is Joshua. You only call papa Josh. I don’t want you to call me Josh. My name is Joshua.”

Every ounce of me wanted to breakdown. But I had to hold it together because I knew he was speaking out of hurt and anger. “Joshua, tell me what is going on.”

“I can’t do this anymore. It isn’t fair that we should have to live like this. What did he do to get taken away? We were happy. We had a wonderful life. Now it’s all destroyed. I hate those people, I hate my school, I hate this house, I hate everything,” Joshua cried.

Our life had fallen apart. My children wanted their father. I wanted my husband. “It’s going to be ok son. I promise you.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep mama.”
“Joseph, take your sister to the room while I talk to your brother.”

“Yes mama. I love you mama.” (Joseph kissed her on the cheek)

“I love you more.”

“Joshua, last week when I was cleaning, I found a letter from your father for you. I want you to read it.”

“What do these numbers mean” he asked?

“I was hoping you could help me with that.”

“Whenever we would go out, papa would always talk about success and helping our people. These numbers are from our daily routes. We always took the 12 train to 10th Street to get a slice of pizza. Then we would walk to 8th Street to laugh it off. We ended up at Mrs. Davis bakery. The address to her building is 875. I need to go to the bakery and talk to her. Maybe she knows what papa is trying to tell us,” Joshua told his mama.

The next morning, Joshua headed over to the bakery, taking the same route he and his father would take.

“Good morning son. Aren’t you suppose to be in school,” Mrs. Davis asked?

“No school today ma’am. I actually came over to ask you about me papa. He left me a letter and there were numbers that added up to your address. Do you know why me papa would want me to come here?”

“Oh Junior. You are just like you papa. He would be so happy that you came to me. A few years ago, yo papa asked if he could store some things in my basement. I didn’t hesitate. I knew he was planning for his departure and wanted to make sure you and your family would be secure once he left. Com, I’ll show you.”

Opening the boxes, he found all kinds of papers and pictures of different places and people. “Who are these people madame?”

“Those are some of the people your father helped change their lives around. These papers are contracts. You father was running a small organization for women and children who lost their husbands the same way he was taken. These women lost everything. Take these boxes and sort through them with you mother. I’m here for your family if you need anything Junior.”

“Mama, mama, Mrs. Davis gave me these boxes to sort through. She said papa stored them in her basement.”

We sorted through all the papers. I couldn’t believe my husband kept this hidden for years. I thought we were broke. From the looks of things, we were sitting on a lot of money and land. Josh left instructions on everything I needed to do for us to have a successful future.

It’s been roughly three months now. The children are happy and I’m more focus. I’ll be attending my first committee as the head speaker. Nerves were taking over. But I know these women are depending on me. It was up to me to carry on what my husband started.

“Before we head to the committee, there’s something I have to show you mama,” Joshua stated.

The four of us headed to the subway Josh would take for his early morning commute. Joshua took us down the rails to what looked like something from that turtles movie. We found a bag full of money and passports. People ask you what’s your biggest fear. Or what’s your main goal in life. I never really have an answer. But I would always tell Josh that as long as my bills are paid and I can travel freely, then I was good. We never got to travel living paycheck to paycheck and no one to watch the children. How was he able to get us all passports? I took the bag and we hurried to the meeting.

“Thank you all for coming out this evening. These past months have been rough for majority of us here. We live in a world where they think it’s ok to come in your home without permission. Break up your families because they feel like it. Leave us with indescribable pains. We are left with nothing but unanswered questions from our babies. The look in their eyes as they have to witness their fathers being abducted. The image will continue to play in their minds. We must not be afraid. ‘Do not kill your children out of poverty; We will provide for you and them,’ [Quran 6:151]. They feel no pain, no sympathy for us. They think we’ll riot for justice. But I’m here to say ‘It’s Just Us’. We don’t need them. I will die trying to make sure my beautiful women and children are happy.”

(Applause from the crowd)

“For those of you who knew my husband, know he was a true definition of a strong man. He has left us but will never be forgotten. I have a list of all the women he was able to save. I thank you Queens for staying strong. You are the ones who will help our new sisters survive. We will not focus on our boys being taken away. Together we can make it through.”

(The crowd cheers with excitement)

“In July 2018, we are expected to have a total of 20 housing complex and three schools for our babies. For now, I want you all to continue attending your classes at the centers. We can not escape them but we can build a future for ourselves. Thank you all. Be safe and have a wonderful night.”

If you’re not confident, they will have doubts. I wanted to save my people. Most people think to be rich, you have to have a lot of money. ‘Richness is not in the quantity of possessions (that one has); rather, true richness is the richness of one’s self (or contentment).’ (Saheeh Al-Bukhari) We have land and we can travel. We have our children and we have our health. Their futures are what matters. Women who are rich off life will remain happy. Money can’t buy happiness. We must have knowledge of self. Beware of our surroundings. We are at war because they want what we are. If we keep our bond strong, no one will be able to tear us down. “Wealth and children are the adornments of the life of this world. But the permanent righteous deeds are better in your Lord’s Sight (to attain) rewards, and better in respect of hope.” (Qur’an 18:46)
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