On June 7 my soon to be ex wife hit me with Divorce papers. I was very upset with the realization that my marriage was over so I took out my frustration on a computer monitor we had, that was going to be thrown away anyway. She called the police & I was arrested for Criminal Mischief in the 4th degree. I spent 2 1/2 days in jail, she presented it as domestic violence and the court gave her an order of protection when I was released June 9. I was ordered to remove my possession from the premises June 11 btw the hours of 12pm - 7pm. We were married and lived in the same residence for 4 years and I on had 7 hrs to retrieve my things (which she had packed… partially) I wasn’t able to take everything so I got what was important at the time. The divorce was granted on Sept 17 (my birthday). I haven’t try to make contact with her, even allowed the divorce to go uncontested. On Dec 8 I received a email from her via her sister stating “Hello Darnell, this is Stacey, I am forwarding this email that was sent to me from Nicole.

Hey Stacey. Can you please email or call Darnell and let him know he need to arrange a time where he can have a police escort him to retrieve his things off of my premises. He was supposed to pick up his belonging since June 9th it is now December 7th. Therefore, he has until December 30th, 2010 to retrieve these items. If he does not pick them up by that time I will take it he is no longer interested in these items and they will be donated. Also please advise him to go to the post office to change his address. It is also not my responsibility to continue returning his mail to sender. He can contact you when he make an arrangement with the police and you can contact me within 24 hours before the day that has been scheduled. In all fairness, It is not my responsibility to mail his belongings to his family members. Thank You and I apologize for placing you in the middle of this however there is an order of protection currently standing.

P.S. I know about the court order therefore if you need someone to contact Nickie and set up the arrangements, you can contact me and I’ll get in contact her, inorder for you to get your belongings.”

Rather than risk violating an order of protection and since I was going back to court on 12/14 I ask the judge for & was granted permission to collect my things on 12/15. I went to the 79th pct to get a police escort. She wasn’t home. (apparently she wasn’t informed or ignored it whatever) I had one of the officers call her cell. While arguing with the officer about how I got her new cell # she agreed to allow access at 6:30pm when she got home. I arrived with my daughter & 2 police escorts. She came home minutes later with some man. It took me about 30-45 mins to bag my stuff all the while she tried to argue with me. I guess because it didn’t bother me it irritated her more. Oh well. When I left dude asked did I need a hand with my bag. I told him “No thank you, you took enough of my baggage off of my hands” lol.

I guess she needed to prove to me she was over me by making sure I seen her with a new boo or something like that. Who knows?

Hey Donnie,

It’s funny I don’t seem to remember when we met.

It’s like I’ve known you all my life, still I can’t remember if we’ve ever truly been introduced.

You’ve always been my corner screaming “Jab!! stick & move!!”

When I felt things were at their worst. You told me what was for the best, even if it all else failed and didn’t work out quite according to the plan. You didn’t turn away from the matter at hand.

You called for Lights, Camera, ACTION!! through the drama, comedy, suspense, mystery & horror of my life. You’ve been there in the dark, eating popcorn yelling at the screen.

Holla at me when you get this.

D.

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Hey D.

I got 2 words for U. Which will U pick?

GONE FISHING

Love,YOURSELF

“Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.”

The difference between MEN & WOMEN

It’s obvious there are differences between Men & Women. No matter what your gender it’s one of the few things we agree on.

Read carefully then instead of thinking of the most properly worded or “Politically Correct” answer. Say exactly what comes to mind. The first thought is what reflect the difference.

MEN HERES THE SENARIO:

You and your sexy NEW lady come across a few of your boys. You stop to talk with them for a moment.

(okay let’s keep it real, they came over to check your lady out… “You knows this Maannn”)

You excuse yourself from Yo’ Girl for a minute.

They say- ”Yo’ my dude, Dats you?”

You say- ”Yeah!!” *smiling like you got away with some shit*

They say- ”How you git that?”

You say- (being humble) ”Just lucky I guess”

FELLAS YOU KNOW WHAT THE NEXT QUESTION WILL BE. RIGHT? C’mon son stop frontin’ you know you thinkin’ it!

They say- Yo’ my dude! She got friends, sisters, cousins, aunts. What her momma looking like?

See Men ARE stupid. If your Boy finds a diamond, there’s may be more where she came from.

OK LADIES HERES THE SAME SENARIO:

You and your handsome NEW man come across a few of your girls. You stop to talk with them for a moment.

(okay let’s keep it real, they came over to check your man out… “You knows this Ma’aam”)

You excuse yourself from Yo’ Boo for a minute.

They say- ”Hey Sis, Is that you?”

You say- ”Yeah!!” *smiling like you got away with some shit*

They say- ”How did you get that?”

You say- (being humble) ”Just lucky I guess”

LADIES YOU KNOW WHAT THE NEXT QUESTION WILL BE. RIGHT? C’mon Sister stop frontin’ you know you thinkin’ it!

They say-NOTHING!!

Your girls don’t say anything just like you would’ve done. They’ll let you walk away with your “Man”

But they’re thinking- Who cares if he got friends, brothers, cousins, uncles. Who cares what his Daddy looking like? I CAN TAKE HIM!!… How SHE get a man like that? He needs a REAL WOMAN… like me!

See Women ARE smart. If your Girl finds a diamond, then all that’s left are lumps of coal.

Say what you like…YOU KNOW I’M RIGHT!!

Jordan is a basketball fanatic, from an early age, basketball has been his life and he doesn’t go anywhere without one. On the blacktop courts be it at home or in school he feels he’s the man when it comes to this game. Though off the court he’s a jokester and seems to not take too many things serious often making his cousin Toni the butt of his jokes. Jordan, his cousin Toni and his mother Jocelyn seem to have a very close relationship. I went one on one with Jordan on the basketball court ‘Round da’ Block to see what’s what and what good in the hood with this Kid from the Ghetto. It’s all the news, all the time. If I don’t tell your business, I’d have to tell mine!

So Jordan, How are you doing? Glad to have you here on ‘Round da’ Block.

{cheesin’} No problem yo! This is like practice for me. You know when I go to the pros I’mma be doing all types of these interviews. It’s kinda cool.

That’s great. So I see basketball is a big thing and—“Big thing!” It’s the only thing.

What about school? You realize education is a very important component in a career in sports. How are you there?WOOOW! YO!, You just sounded like my moms and my cousin Toni. {Looking upset} I know school is important and all…and I’m doing what I gotta do to get to where I need to get to and stuff, beside where’s the fun in being a book-worm when you got my skills.(smiles)

Okay I see. So other than basketball, what else are you interested in?

What else is there? ah, let me see video games and…um..Girls! Yeah, girls.

Speaking of girls..Is there a little cheerleader on the side-lines cheering you?

Why you tryin’ to put me on blast yo!

I’ll leave that one alone for now. So Jordan I see you wear the number 8. Any special reason for that?

Nope. I just like the number. No big deal!

And I also see you wear a lot of oranges and blues. Can I take it from the colors you wear that you are a Knicks fan.

Yeah, my dream is to go to the pros a play for the Knicks. Ya kno’ finally bring the city a championship. They need me.{laughs}

Do You have any role models? If so, Who are your inspirations?

That’s like a person you look up to or something, right?

Yes

Then I’m my own role model. I inspire myself!! HA!,HA!{laughs}

Seriously?

Nah, fo’ real, fo’ real. My mother is like my biggest inspiration. She works really hard and still makes time to see me play. Every game I’ve had she’s there cheering me on. She can be embarrassing tho’. Like say when we win she starts breaking into some old school dance move uh?…What she calls it? “the cabbage patch” something like that, or like if she don’t like the ref’s call against me. You got to really…you know restrain her for real. She’s probably the reason I’m a beast at this game even if she comes straight from work and school, tired and all that, she just gets amp’d up and I can feel that energy like when she yelling & screaming. I be mad hyped yo! You see when my pops left us for whateva reason (his lost). Moms stepped up big-time. She works her regular job and would get a part-time sometimes, to help pay for extra stuff and she even went back to school to work on getting her degree. I guess that’s why she be getting on me about school.

{shocked}…She sounds like an amazing person

She is, but if you tell her any of this I’ll deny it….Okay you can tell I talked about her dancing. She’s so old school.

Last Question before we take questions from our audience

Ok! Shoot.

How do you it feel about being a kid from the ghetto?

It’s al’ight. I know a lot of things about the ghetto and where I live is not real safe and stuff, but it ain’t all bad either. Ya kno what I mean? My Mother doesn’t let me get into too much trouble and if I’m not balling in the park or on the block, I’m chillaxin’ in the house ya’ kno’. All this do is make me work harder to get to the next level so I can get my moms outta here cuz she deserves to like rest and not work so much.

Thank you much for speaking with me, Jordan

It’s nuthin’. You weren’t as nosey as people said you were gonna be.{Laughs}

UH!…THANKS?

This is ‘ROUND DA” BLOCK with Paige Turner on WPJN Project news. ‘cuz we tell yo’ biz’ness betta’ dan err’body.

ARTIST NOTE:

Jordan was the 1st character created.

(c) 2011, Kids from the Ghetto INC. all rights reserved

The conversations earlier on, was enough for me. Blinded by the brains within this cutee definitely a beauty. Spell it out L-O-V-E as well as L-U-S-T easily passing for chemistry. Oh! How silly of me! Thinking just opposite enough to attract but nowhere near true compatibility. Only now can I see the restraints, the locks, the chains were not secure (hindsight IS 20/20). The Beast was yearning to be free. Obviously it’s jealousy, it’s insecurities were extreme even if unseen and me being plain ole me enraged the Beast while I’m feeding it emotionally unknowingly. It wasn’t as bad at first but it steadly became worst and that became unhealthy. Losing pieces of individuality to a fantasy crafted a chaotic reality. Ya heard me!… Ya feel me!… Ain’t no love in the heart of the city. The beast now fed on my confidence yet had little or no faith in me. I no longer provided the security written about so beautifully in Black Love poetry. Accused secretly I publicly displayed my anger to stangers, friends and family casually then aggressively. Maybe I didn’t handle the situation intelligently but fuck that. The beast was playing me and I took it personally. It’s the war of the roses and I’m the only casualty. If I couldn’t continuely make the beauty happy the beast got at me, at first strangely & quietly then over time quite viciously. None of this happened suddenly so as I fought diligently the wounds I sustained frequently lost their invisiblity. The end came finally. I may have lost a great many things including nearly losing my dignity, but just like a Phoenix I will rise from these ashes REBORN with this as a distance memory. Thankfully! Yet regrettably.

Bare witness to the end of it all as the air of despair sings of where the love went. Descending fast pass the clouds of doubt, my route unknown but pointing downward in a spiral my face torn by the winds of confusion.

If,but only for a moment I turn from left to right, one side to the next, no more breath to fight off the band of critics extinguishing the light of a once bright soul, so much so it’s taken it’s toll and as my last thoughts unfold “I guess that was their role” it’s the parts we play. Images on full display, a small piece of the chaos left unchecked and went out of control.

Use of language whether oral or sign to relay thoughts of the mind and feelings of the heart, if refined in time may set us free or if confined shall bind, hold down, bottle up, bubble up and over. Begging for release it blows the roof. Now it’s loose.

I GUESS IF IT HURTS IT’S THE TRUTH!!!!

I continue to fall, no joy I take no pleasure in this. I argued, I insisted with a certain amount of persistence to no avail. Still I drop I’m lead to believe there’s not much I can do as I watch as the ground and I get closer in distance. Oh well I close out the negativity and…

STOP!

I can’t stop my descend but I can stop what it represents and as difficult as it is I clear my mind, my heart and light a cigarette off the little flicker of flame in my soul that equates to a life of a half filled or half empty cup. I make my amends, forgive myself then spin as if to land on my back and holler, yell & scream for all to hear

THINGS ARE LOOKING UP!!!!!!