My book

In July of 2008, I began writing a book entitled "From Egypt to Caanaan Land". The book is a set of stories about relationships between men and women. The book specifically address the action of a "womanizer" by the name of Dave, who found it hard to love women, because he did not love himself.

Most of you realize that in spite of my daily struggles, I am a devout Christian. I am a woman who love God with all my heart. However, I've made it my purpose to go down into the muck and the mire to touch lives the lives of people who do not know Christ. Jesus in his ministry said: Matthew 2:15-17, 17When Jesus heard this, he told them, "Healthy people dont need a doctor - sick people do. I have come to call not those who think they are righteous, but those who know they are sinners (New Living Translation)."

With this being said, some people in the Christian community may deem this book as being controversial or worldly. I will admit the book has an urban content, with an overall Christian message. Some of the language is explicit, however, it was my intent to include dialogue that is "real". For, there are people out there who are struggling with their own situations and because of it they believe God cannot love them.

Therefore, I wrote the book with these people in mind. It is my hope, the book will reach out to people, who are hurt, discouraged, lost and confused. During the month of June, I will attached a few excerpts from the book for your reading pleasure. The book will be completed by July of 2010.

However, as a part of the community on this blog, your comments and thoughts regarding "From Egypt to Caanan Land" are appreciated. Below is a preview and excerpt from the book:

“Let me go…….Let me go……” she sobbed. “I’m not letting you go, Bitch! I will let you go when I’m ready to let you go!” he snapped. She tried grabbing the steering wheel, but the pain from her nose increased. He grabbed her by the hair yanking her head back against the car seat. She tried grabbing a hold to his arm in an effort to release his grip. But, he was too strong for her.

Still holding onto her, he exited Route 5 and turned the Mercedes onto Brentwood Avenue. He made a left onto Harrison Blvd and pulled the Mercedes into the driveway of the apartment. He parked the car and jumped out. He ran to the passenger side, and grabbed her so forcefully; she almost fell in the driveway. “Get up Bitch!” he shouted. “Please……Please……Dave…….let….me…go" crying she said. “Oh, yeah I’m going to let you go, but you will never forget this ass whooping. This, you can be sure of!” he said looking like a wild man.

He dragged her into the apartment. Once inside, he punched her hard in the face. She felt a sharp pain in her head and fell to the ground. He picked her up off the floor and began choking her. He squeezed his hand around her throat so tightly she almost pass out. Realizing she was about to pass out, he threw her into the maple wood coffee table, where she banged her head.

“Naw, bitch! Don’t die, yet! Because, by the time I’m through with you, you’ll wish you were dead.” He reached down and grabbed by the hair, pulling her up off he floor. He began to bang her head hard back and forth against the hardwood floor. “Bang...Bang...Bang…!” was the sound of her head hitting against the floor.

The sound of her head hitting floor was so intense, it appeared as if the hardwood floors were cracking beneath her head. “Please……Please….somebody…help me……” weakly she cried. “Nobody is going to help you, Bitch! Cuz when I’m through with your ass, there will be nothing left for anybody to salvage” he screamed.

He began pounding his fists wildly against her head. With one big thrust of his foot, he kicked her directly in the head. A large cut opened at the top of her forehead extending to her right eye. Blood shot from the open wound like an open fire hydrant. She began to lose consciousness. As she lied on the floor in a puddle of her own blood, in a small faint voice she called out for her daughter. “Danielle…..Danielle……Danielle….” she whimpered.

The sound of her faint voice brought him back to reality. Seeing her lying helplessly on the floor made him realize what he had done. Afraid of being caught, he quickly scurried around the apartment seeking to pack any clothes he could find. Once packed, he looked around the apartment making sure he had left nothing. He knew he would not be able to return to the apartment to collect anything he may have left behind.

He couldn’t understand what just happened. He lost it. He didn’t mean to lose it. She had pissed him off so bad. “Why did she tell me she was, leaving? She knew it wasn’t over until I said it was. Why, should I feel bad about beating the shit out of her? She deserved it! She should have kept her mouth shut, by trying to challenge me. None of this would have happened. I’m not sorry for what I did. No way! I just feel sorry for my baby. I won’t be able to see her for awhile. Anyway, Larissa will find somebody, I guess. That gash over her eye is pretty nasty, though. Yeah, I got a good one in for the road. Besides, I shouldn’t feel too bad about, Danielle. So, forget her too! It won’t be long before she will be calling the next brother daddy, anyway” wickedly he laughed.

He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a fifth of gin. He took three big gulps from the bottle. Before leaving the apartment he stood over her fragile body. She was doubled up with the blood oozing from her head. “Yeah…..I…..did do a nice job of whooping that ass! My daddy would be proud!” smiling he said closing the door behind him.......

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