Tyrese Breaks Down on Camera

Singer and Actor Tyrese Gibson filmed and uploaded a rather heart wrenching video about missing his daughter Shayla. He states how he is up to possibly $13K a month for child support. Also how the judge won’t allow him to see her and it’s been two months. Now I don’t know if it’s a cry for help or attention as Tyrese has been in the news lately but for nothing positive. 

I do feel for brothers who over paying in child support and still the state or a judge wont allow them custody or visitations of there children.  If this is the case then I most certainly feel for this brother. 

But Tyrese has stated some prettt nasty things about his sisters lately and not to mention his rant about The Rock getting a spin off film over him. So maybe this is a way to keep his name buzzing in the media. 

Take a look yourselves and see what’s going on with him. 

Boo!2 Madea Halloween Scares Big at Box Office

The sequel to the Madea Halloween film, Boo!2 A Madea Halloween opened up in theateres this past Friday at number one grossing over $21 million dollars.  Somewhat less than what the original film did just one year ago with $28 million in sales and $74 million worldwide. 

Boo!2 is a comedic horror film written, produced, directed and of course starring Tyler Perry himself as Madea. The film opened in theaters, October 20, 2017. 

The premise of the film is, Tiffany goes to a frat party at a haunted campground. Madea, Bam, Hattie, and Joe venture out after her and the group must run for their lives when monsters, goblins, and the boogeyman are unleashed.

The Day He Gave Me HIV

 The Day He Gave Me HIV. 

I couldn’t believe this was now my reality. I knew I shouldn’t have been with him. His sister tried to warn me. Why didn’t I listen? How could he have given me this? He knew, he fucking knew! He ruined my life. I was a pregnant teen now living with HIV. What the fuck would I do now? My parents are strict as shit and I don’t even know how to tell them this awful news. How would I face him at school? How can I face anyone at that school? I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. My life was over. I couldn’t bring a child into this world. Naw, not like this. 

I walked into my house and couldn’t get over this no matter how hard I tried. I listened to music but nothing worked. I paced around the living room growing angrier. I ran into the bathroom and vomited repeatedly. The sheer shock of this information had my stomach unsettling. As I attempted to stand up, I stared at my reflection. I was no longer the same person. A piece of me died. I felt no life inside of me. My life was ruined all because I wanted to have sex with a guy I was interested in. There was nothing wrong with that. 

Jeffrey should have opened up his mouth and told me about his disease. He was a selfish bitch who only thought of himself. I hated him. I hated myself for allowing this to happen. The longer I stood at the mirror. I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked around the room and I picked up a small bag of rocks and threw it hard at the mirror until it broke. I punched walls over and over again while blood dripped from my hands. I had to talk to him. I had to confront Jeffrey. I didn’t know how my life would turn out because as devastating as it is. I’ll never think I’ll bounce back from this. 
Melissa Owens

Sleeping with The Enemy


The Side Chick: His Dirty Little Secret


 I was hooked, like an addict. I was getting high off his supply. Nothing ever felt so good then being pleased by him. Quinton knew exactly what I loved. No one could compare to his skills. Oftentimes, I felt bad about what we were doing. He had a wife and I had a boyfriend but he could never compare to the euphoric feeling I received from Q. 

He had a stocky frame, all muscle different than what I was used to. But all I wanted was to embrace him. Everything felt so right when we were together. 
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Tamir, Sandra, Freddie, How Many More Do We Have To Lose?

Black-Men-Killed-By-PoliceYear after year an unforeseen tragedy happens in the black community that results in an uproar. The slain killing of an African American. Within these past couple years we have lost almost a dozen citizens due to police brutality. There are so many murders but yet these officers go without any punishment. It’s almost as if the justice system is sending out a message that it is okay to murder black men and women and get away with it. The killing of the nine individuals at the South Carolina church was hushed under the rug while the murderer can go on with his life as long as he pleads “insanity.” That in of itself is insane. Members of the “Black Lives Matter,” movement being murdered just for protesting their  rights to be seen as an equal human being in the world.

Tamir Rice, a young teen shot dead after seen playing with a toy gun, Sandra Bland murdered for what, we still don’t know. Freddie Gray, shot down just like Mike Brown, Oscar Grant, Trayvon Martin, and countless others. I don’t know what has to happen in this world before racism and violence ends. Gone, are the days when our children could play outside without fear of being killed. Everyday innocent men and women lives are being stolen away from them. Unsolved mysteries the media fails to uncover the truth about. No one will ever know what happen to young teen Kendrick Johnson who’s body was found rolled up in gym mats then later stuffed with newspapers. Somebody knows, no one is seeking to tell the truth.  NO one cares about the black community. It is far time that the black community come together to hold each other accountable. We must do something. We need to support each other. I pray that one day we can live in a world where gun violence and racism isn’t so rampant in our society. Where we don’t judge other cultures based over old stereotypes but we realize we are all one.  That we are all running one race; The Human Race.

Taming Mr. Right: Some secrets hold the deadliest truths P1.

stock-photo-4796956-attractive-young-man-baring-his-chest-bamboo-backgroundMy Warning

Hello, it’s nice to meet you. How are you? My name is Jeffrey Willis but I sometimes go by the

alias of Harold Ian Victor. I’ll tell you more about that later. I don’t need to tell you everything

about me, I’m sure you don’t care anyway. But I will tell you what you want to know. I am a

young man of about twenty two years of age. I am extremely good looking, extremely. No I

am not just being cocky or conceited. I’ve been told by several women and a few guys as a

matter of fact. I am chocolate brown with deep dark eyes. I drive a nice car and make a nice

amount of money. Women love to buy me things and do whatever with me. I don’t stop them

because hell what man wouldn’t like that shit. But where some women usually fail with

me…they don’t focus on the inside. All women see when they are with me is this fine as face

and how I pleasure them. I am an addiction to most. Once I get inside you I never leave. You are

stuck with me forever. I don’t mind at first but after a few years I start to do damage to the body

and tear down the morality of your soul and self–esteem. No one wants to live with me but yet

they won’t protect themselves from me. Do I feel bad about what I do to people; HELLNO!

People are responsible for their own actions. We are a part of an ignorant society where

carelessness reigns supreme. We play ourselves repeatedly just for an hour or two of satisfaction

that we don’t care about the repercussions of our actions. I remember this one saying I heard, “If

looks could kill.” I laugh at the mere thought. Because sometimes they just do.

Before I reveal to you everything about me; I must take you back to where all the chaos started

and explain to you how I ended up in the place I am now. I’ll begin with my life in high school

this is where things began to get crazy. But I must tell you, my story. I sometimes like to torture

those who don’t care about the feelings of others. People are so selfish and thoughtless it makes

me sick to my stomach. The total lack and disregard to humanity is sickening.


“19 Kids and Counting” star Josh Duggar Bites the Bullet in Molestation Charges

Josh Duggar, oldest child in the Duggar family of the “19 Kids and Counting” TV Show, apologizes to the public for his bad behavior as a teenager.

The Duggars are a family. No, big family. Big, big family with strict Christian ideals. They believe in putting fate in God’s hands in terms of reproduction and lifestyle.

Josh Duggar’s actions, however, were far from that of a devout Christian.

“Twelve years ago, as a young teenager I acted inexcusably for which I am extremely sorry and deeply regret. I hurt others, including my family and close friends,” Josh Duggar posted on Facebook, “I confessed this to my parents who took several steps to help me address the situation. We spoke with the authorities where I confessed my wrongdoing and my parents arranged for me and those affected by my actions to receive counseling.” Check out the Duggar Official Facebook page for more info about the Duggar’s comments on the situation.

The Duggar TV show has outlived many other television series since 2008. TLC has temporarily suspended the show due to all the bad press and reports. It is unclear as to whether or not the show will continue and the damage this will cause to the Duggar name. The Duggars had always sought to promote social causes and provide a family-unit role model for the American community. It brings to light a very dangerous question for the Duggars and for the American people: Where do we go from here?

Red Light on Sex Trafficking

By Sonsie Zamora


Human trafficking generates $9.5 billion annually in the US (www.thecoveringhouse.org, 2015). This is startling. It gets worse. The average age of entry into prostitution for a child victim in the US is 13-14 years old. We always think this could never happen to me, not to my family. But it does happen to children in all walks of life. There is no stereotypical child that this happens to. I watched a documentary recently called ’Tricked’ (2013), where this happened to educated college girls, girls from wealthy families, girls sold by their own families and many other examples. About 300,000 children in the US are at risk of being prostituted.

First let’s break down the stereotypes and barriers so we can better understand these situations. Many times we think, ‘well, if the girls don’t want to be prostitutes, why don’t they just leave?’ There are many reasons why not. These girls (and boys) can be young, naive and vulnerable for one. Also pimps have an approach called ‘boyfriending’ where they pretend to be your boyfriend initially in order to lure you in, then they’ll suddenly change the situation and get physically abusive, cut you off from family and friends, lock you in rooms and threaten you, among many other things. This is their tactic to gain trust and then control over the prostitute. A pimp can also wine, dine and promise these young individuals lots of money and pretty things to entice them into believing this lifestyle is glamorous and promising. Many times these young people have zero choice about being where they are. They are trapped. This is modern-day slavery, to say it mildly.

So the system is flawed already because it’s designed to prosecute the prostitute, who likely doesn’t want to be there in the first place, and not the pimp. The prostitutes are the ones making the transaction and the one in the limelight doing the act, so they make for easy targets. The pimps hide easily and if they do get caught, the prostitutes will usually lie for them for fear of retaliation. Because these vulnerable and mold-able young women are dragged into this lifestyle so young, after some time, they might not know any other way. Even if they did, they are fearful for their life, their families lives and don’t know how to get in contact with anyone that will believe and help them. If they do contemplate it or have means, they are filled with so much fear and shame over what they’ve been forced to do, so they don’t want to come forward. It’s easier to give up. Their spirits have been broken.

So what can we do to change this? We can start by teaching ourselves and our children to be cautious of whom they trust. If someone is promising you the world and it sounds too good to be true…it probably is. There is no ‘easy money’ in life. Everything in life has a price, just like everyone in life has a value. We need to be aware of the facts as adults, parents and neighbors, and don’t turn a blind eye. Don’t think your family cannot be touched by this. One in three teens on the street will be lured toward prostitution within 48 hours of leaving home.

We also need to change the way the legal system works. We are persecuting our youth for prostituting when we need to be asking who is behind it. Can we offer the youth help? Can we get in contact with their families? We need to crack down on the johns that enter into this behavior also. The documentary ‘Tricked’ that I watched interviewed johns justifying their behavior of purchasing sex because they said the girls ‘were earning a living just like anybody else’ or that they ‘appeared to be happy and enjoyed what they did’. This isn’t the case. No little girl in the US dreams of becoming a prostitute when they grow up…and certainly not when they haven’t even grown up yet.



The Covering House. (2015). The Facts. Retrieved from http://thecoveringhouse.org/act/resources-2/sex-trafficking-statistics-source-documentation/

Wells, J. (Producer). Wasson, John-Keith & Wells, J. (Directors). (2013). Tricked: The Documentary.

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cheating husband


Q: Dear Simply Sonsie-


My husband and I have been married for 9 years and, for the most part, have gotten along pretty well. However, about two years ago, we had some financial difficulties because he was laid off. He lied and told me the mortgage had been paid when it hadn’t; there were other problems, so we separated for about 8 months. During that time he quickly found another woman. We’re back together now, but I can’t get his affair off my mind. I feel betrayed. How do I let go of this? Jealous Jenny


A: Dear Jealous Jenny-


Betrayal is difficult to get past no matter what. Although it’s really hard, try for a moment to put yourself in his shoes. He may have felt rejected when you left and seeking someone else that ‘desired’ him might have been his way of putting a band aid on those feelings. While your way of coping may have been completely different, this was his way to cope with the feelings of separation. Try to remember that his actions were most likely not intentionally to hurt you or get back at you. There was probably little thought put forth in his actions, it was just his reaction to cope with his feelings he was dealing with. He likely feels a lot of guilt about not being able to pay the bills as well as the affair. None of which is supposed to ‘excuse’ him or to victimize him in this scenario. Let’s focus on the many positive aspects of your relationship, rather than the couple negative things; Financial issues and affairs often times break up a relationship entirely, the fact that you both are reunited and still together is a really good indicator of your connection. Also the fact that you know about the affair and he’s come forth about it is a good sign that he is ready to move forward from it all and focus on the future with you. This all being said, sometimes one just cannot get past an affair. If you empathize with this sentiment and feel that you will not get over this, it might be time to think about what happens next in this case. Are you both seeking therapy together? Understanding what he was/is thinking might help guide your thoughts one way or the other and find some resolution regardless of your decision and the outcome.



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Shadows in the Spotlight: A short story


A short story by Destiny Bryant

“Okay, okay,” I tell myself, “stay calm. Breathe. Just breathe .”

This acting thing is stressing me out. I don’t handle stress well. I had always thought

anything beyond the simple life is doomed in my stay. What little resilience I have fades with

time so anything I have to do that is most unpleasant must be done as soon as possible. I don’t

have time to waste. I don’t remember anything when I step onto that stage. I have no comfort

zone. There’s nothing comfortable about being chased by something and they get you no

matter what you do. You can’t hide or delay it. All you can do is prepare for your inevitable capture.

When you are captured, you don’t remember anything but what you lost: time. No black screen

or even a transition. Just lost time. Lost time is wasted time. I don’t know the right thing to do or

even how to pretend to do it. Time is short. I must learn fast. Grow fast. Be fast. Acting makes

me uncomfortable and being uncomfortable is the fastest way to learn. So I do it. More I know,

the better my chances are at defending myself and minimizing the effects. I have no choice. I

am damned to this cycle in ignorance of the cause. I am called on stage now because I am the

best physical representation of what the director needs to bring his character to life. I am to be

speak the tongues and walk the same world the character does. I am to become the character.

Perhaps then I will no longer be a target and time will be mine.

Time’s running out. I must establish some type of defense before I lose mor—

He tells me that dialect is the bridge to characterization. Therefore, a louder, more intense

tone will bring my character to live. I reiterate the scene as before. He remains unamused.

“Fluctuate with a purpose and speak louder !” he says.

Loud noises and threatening tones bring attention. Brings eyes. Drags Destiny out into

the open. Destiny is unable to blend in with the spotlight like this. Drawing attention to Destiny

goes against preservation. He wants Destiny to be a character on stage but I cannot be



Little does he know that Destiny is a character, an elaborate one at that. His character exists

only in this one theater. This one spot. And kicks the bucket when the production time is up.

Destiny thrives in every theater. It is more than just scripted lines and stage directions. It has

evolved beyond that. Destiny is an elaborate system that specializes in receiving. Taking in

information and observations in order to predict an outcome that will be most successful in its

predetermined purpose: to protect.

Destiny knows not what to protect itself from. To know is to fail. Thus, all possibilities

must be considered at a distance.

But he does not know this. He wants Destiny to be no more and allow itself extinguished

in favor of this one dimensional,

limited being. Why Destiny is sought after to meet her death

Destiny does not know. He thinks he knows best but Destiny knows around it.

The character tries to hide from Destiny away only to jump into the shadows and stab

Destiny in the back. When Destiny thinks it is hidden, the character swoops down and delivers

a deathlike blow to Destiny, sending it back to the unknownst world by which it came from.

Destiny is not dead. The character knows this. Destiny is unaware of its deed, the

consequence & the enemies that shun Destiny’s ignorance of them both. Destiny will go

again and be struck down again. The character knows this and strikes harder, deadlier, and

faster each time in hopes that Destiny’ll just stay dead. It feeds off of Destiny’s vulnerability to

the dangerous world on each occasion in celebratory feast. Yet Destiny must survive, it is the

cycle. Destiny is reborn. Destiny sees now anew. I see now. The character tries to blend and

hide from me. I see through its lies and I’m coming for it, hungry. To succeed in the blending is

to successfully blend into this theatrical environment. I see now. By fighting my character, I am

exposing myself to the danger of this world. I must see this through. I must put this threat to an