04 June 2009

because peggy asked

ahmad's party is tomorrow. i have a list of EIGHTEEN things to accomplish before then, so i really shouldn't be blogging AT ALL! but, peggy asked me two interesting questions and because i love her SO SO much, i feel the need to clarify my last post. she asked, "what's up with the two moms?" and "what the HECK do you mean you and your sister just found out five years ago that you're related?" well, she didn't EXACTLY ask THAT WAY but that's what she wanted to know! so, as quickly as i can...here's my drama!
the mothers are easy to explain. i don't believe in step. you know, stepmother, stepfather, stepdaughter. so, even though i've only given birth to three boys, you'll hear me say that i have six children: five boys and one girl. the extras came with my good husband...they were a part of the blessing that is him! my parents divorced when i was 2 and God blessed my mom with a husband who ONLY wanted me...he never wanted my mom to have more kids. he told my mom,"i'm satisfied with kean". i'm the oldest of my mother's four children, so i don't know what happened THERE! anywho, he will tell me to THIS DAY that i'm his favorite! so, i've never refered to him as my stepfather...he's my daddy! so, you'll hear me say "my father whose deceased" or "my daddy" and now you know what i mean! i said ALL OF THAT to say the two moms include the one who gave birth to me and the one who married my biological father. see, i hit the parent JACKPOT because even though my father passed away, his wife is still my mom, i still talk to her almost every day and she still drives 10 hours when one of her grand "chi'ren" graduates!
the sister thang is a little more complicated! i've known for a very long time that i had a sister who was a few months older than me but i've been searching for her. in 2004, nicole (my sister in the layout in my last post) invited me to a party for her brother-in-law. i fought against going so she and her husband decided to pick me up...you know, one of those "if we show up at your door, you'll have no choice" kinda things. when they picked me up, nicole's mother was in the car, too. so, nicole's sister shows up later. we all dance together and sweat together and have a GOOD time. at one point, nicole was standing between me and her sister she grew up knowing and she taps this guy in front of us on the shoulder and says, "turn around. i want to introduce you to my sister and my friend." he turns around and says, "oh, you don't have to tell me! THAT'S your sister and THAT'S your friend!" now, this isn't new to us because remember we went to school together and we've heard how much we look alike FOREVA!!! the ironic thing is that WE look alike but she and her other sister look NOTHING alike! so, nicole laughs and tells this guy, naw, you're wrong! it's the other way around! this guy ARGUED HER DOWN!!! fast forward: nicole's mom whispers to me, "come outside with me...i need to tell you something". now, i'm following her outside, saying to myself, "ok, my cycle just passed so she CAN'T be telling me that my clothes are soiled!" she asks me, "do you know how that guy and everyone keep telling you and nicole how much you look alike?" uhmmm, YEAH! "well, that's because you ARE sisters!" okay....i literally started looking front, back, side to side. she was like, "what are you looking for?" i said, "the cameras because i KNOW this is a joke!" she was like, naw, you two have the same father. then, i was preparing to BEAT HER DOWN because i was like, "you don't even KNOW my daddy!" uhmmm, turns out she does...she did...in a BIBLICAL sense! i ran into the club, BOO HOOING, and grab nicole and bring her outside. her mom tells her what she just told me and SHE starts boo hooing and...the rest you know. we didn't speak for a couple of years after we found out because...long story short (YEAH, RIGHT!!): she told our father OFF and stopped speaking to him and he died wanting to reconnect with her. i'm a person who loves HARD! if you're one of the people i'm down for, i can't STAND to see you get hurt! and it was like that with my dad. i hated seeing him waste away and just wanting to talk to nicole one more time before he died (my dad had liver cancer and was given 6 months to live...he lasted four...so, he knew it was coming!). i was SO angry with her that i didn't communicate with her for years. well, God spoke to me and told me that wasn't my battle...NICOLE has to answer for dishonoring her father. He let me know that i was blocking my blessings by holding this animosity in my heart for my sister. so, i reached out to her again...i ASKED the president of our class to announce that we are biological sisters. i figured with SO MANY witnesses, maybe our relationship will have a chance to survive this time! so, that's a SMALL part of my life's drama! and peggy:when john comes home from helping the church group and sees me on the computer, i'm gonna tell him to come to belgium and choke YOU because it's YOUR fault!

btw, i got this from pam:

::karma award::

Thanks TanishaRenee for this KARMA award! I juss love this sistah--she has such a beautiful spirit--and her work is truly funktified!!

The Karma Award: These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind of bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.

So the following sistahs get this funktified award from me--some i've just met and some i've already known for some time---dont matta becuz they all encourage and inspire a sistah over here--Their flava of scrappin' is like grabbn a fork and stickin' it in a pot of collard greens and puttin' it all in ya mouff--Delicious--that was quite descriptive wasn't it??---Thats what I'm talkin' about when i get inspiration from them--if you dont belive me, go to their blogs and see for yourself--dont forget your fork and napkin--

Peace Ouutty and remain blessed!!!


groovy babyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!

my very FIRST blog award!!! uhmmm, in case you didn't know...that kiwi...that's ME!!! i'm SO EXCITED! and especially to be lumped in with other great talents! i would like to thank GOD, my husband who so tirelessly deals with my kreations, the academy...can you tell i'm procrastinating?!?!? i'm gone for REAL this time!


Peggy said...

First of all, I did laugh when I read you are a postal worker... there I was going on and on about how rude they can be, you must have laughed soooo hard when you read that! I'm glad you didn't take it the wrong way, but then again I know by now you wouldn't.

And then ... I was so stoked when I saw my name in your title ... I mean, IN THE TITLE!!!!! I love you too sweetie, also so so much!! Like I said, I'm still finding it hard to believe how close I've gotten to some of my "pen palls". I find myself longing to see new posts and listening to their stories, and hoping all goes well with them and their families ... never thought this could be, but it is.

Thanks for sharing your story with me, I figured it had to be something like that. I really love your positive attitude to all of the things that happen to you, how you talk about your "daddy" and "hitting the parents jackpot". It shows me I wasn't wrong about you, you're so lovable! You're so right, Nicole has to answer for how she treated her father in the end, and she's the one who has to forgive herself, but it takes a great woman like you to see and understand that. I hope that when you reached out to her, she took that chance ... I bet she was bawling as well!

Tell John you and he are welcome to my home anytime, except when choking is involved!!! You told me once it might be possible you would visit our little country, know that my door will always be open for you. You also asked me which specialties I cooked ... there's a reason I never responded ... I'm not what we call a "kitchen princess", I don't know the english word for that, but that's our expression. Of course I can cook, but nothing fancy. Still, I think I'll manage to put something on your plate that's more or less edible haha.

Love to you and yours
xxx Peggy

Marit said...

That is some story you're telling, Keandra! I hardly can find words to write in this comment, but Peggy did! So read hers again from "Thanks for sharing.... right till the end (yep, I can't cook that good either!)and there's my comment!

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