When winter fell into spring in the year 1137, I was in Bordeaux—an unwilling ward of the Archbishop while my father went on pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. Bordeaux was a thoroughly unimpressive metropolis. My sister Petronilla—two years younger than me at sixteen—and I spent our days in languorous confinement in the Archbishop's chambers, reading, si...
Quiet as it's kept, the Black cuckolding lifestyle is flourishing in the bedrooms of Black men and Black women across the world, folks. My name is Abdirashid Osman and I'm a big and tall Black Muslim gentleman living in the City of Marietta, Georgia. I was born right outside the City of Atlanta in the summer of 1982, to Abdullahi Osman, a Somali-born America...
1987 He was 19 and I was 18. 2nd Year University was about to wrap up in Apr that year. Our eyes first met when he was passing by our classroom. I was standing by the door. His name was Emman. We smiled at each other and my eyes followed him until he was gone. A voice in me was saying, "Someday you'll be his mistress." Oh, my, how can that be possible? H...
I am not concerned that you have fallen. I am concerned that you arise. —Abraham Lincoln After attending one funeral after the other while I was in the military, I was done. All I wanted was to move the fuck on, even if I didn't think it was possible. Sofia and I hadn't spoken much since I'd arrived in Florida. Especially not about Connor. My brother w...
PART 3: "Double Vision" *** Today was the biggest day of my life. Today was the day MY movie was finally going to be on the big screen for the entire world to see. It was a balmy late June evening, just the right temperature for Hollywood starlets to wear the skimpiest of revealing dresses. Our limo pulled up to the curb, and I was immediately dazzled by...
(Note: If you haven't read the original Mistaken Identity I recommend doing so. See Author's Note at the bottom.) You sit on the unforgiving metal bench of the antiquated ex-military cargo plane. The repetitive shaking and jostling is killing your back and ass, and that incessant deafening droning of the big propeller engines has you believing your hearing w...
It started off as a regular Sunday night dinner at his parents' house. It was a tradition Angela Banks instituted when her oldest child moved out of the house seven years before. Now all her babies had moved out and they all came back every Sunday, just for her. "Hey, Mama", her oldest child, Katrina Lynn, or Lynn, greeted her; bussing her cheek and walkin...
The restaurant at the hotel was full of happiness and joy. The startup that my wife helped fund finally went public. Everyone in the room was worth more on paper than they had ever imagined. The fact that they hadn't turned a profit yet would be tomorrow's concern. As I mingled with the new millionaires and their backers I watched my wife work the room lik...
Keeping away from nutcases is always a good idea. My problem is that I'm basically a magnet for them. Seriously, on the bus, the train and at work, at the school library and everywhere I go. They're there, passive-aggressively sneezing, coughing, staring, spitting and hatefully staring in my general direction. Can someone save me from them? The name is Samue...
I walked into the squad room and found her sitting there. She was wearing that skirt and those shoes. What was she thinking? Where did that thought go, the one I was attempting to conceive? Where is my time? Her thought was easy to comprehend, we had talked about her shoes before. We has decided to take it slow. We had wanted to make life easier. But here sh...