"So wha' cha trying ...

to say sustuh? ... make it plain."

"I been trying tuh tell you for the longest...she the cause of  most of your problems.  She the reason you pretty as a picture can't get no huzband, can't keep no man.  She the reason eva'thang you try to do fail.  She the reason you can't win a law suit.  She the reason you can't keep a penny in yo' pocket.


"Naw, she wuddn do dat.  She got religion.  She a precha'.  She so nice and friendly.  She love eva'body."

"You eva' looked at hur fruit?  You know fa' a fact she talk about eva'body lak a dog.  Hi a precha gon' reajoice ova' somebody else's pain?  Ova' her own churin?  You know she ain't nuttin' but a big liar.  Have you eva' known hur to tell the truf about anythang?  Yea, she'll sprinkle some truf in it...jest enuf to make like she so sweet and honest.  She don't luv you baby.  She don't luv hursef."

"Why she do it? ... ignut!  Jest ignut, lazy, no count, and generally up to no good.  She suffer wid jealousy.  Ain't got no bedder sense than to be jealous of luddle babies....don'cha leave yo' babies round hur!  She gon' scald'um, scare dem some kinna way.  Yea, she lak to play like she ain't got no bedder sense."

"Oh, so you don' mind hur workin' roots on other people...jest so she don't work none of you, huh?  Hi you gone know?  Why you thank she so nosey?  Always up in yo' bizness.  She ass questions ain't no mama or grandmama got no bizness knowing.  I know she say some thangs that shock you."

"Who tol'cha she was blessed? anointed? Hur! She got an excuse fa' eva' thang went wrong in hur life.  Ain't nothing nevah been hur fault!"

"No she don' lak me.  I don' like her ass either!  Evil stank b****!  Well she duh one taught me to cuss.  B***** had me cussing 'fo I cud walk!     said I talk too much...said my mouf run like goose s*** by the moon light!  I got it from hur.  Have you eva' known hur to be quiet.  When she ain't got nobody to talk to she talk tuh hursef."

"Well you honor hur den!  Go right on!...You ain't nevah read Proverbs is ya?  You don't know a 'hoish woman will lead a man to a crust of bread.... she ain't gon leave you nuttin'..she ain't got no money.. she gamble too much.  She know you greedy, she know yo' jest lak hur.. will do any thang for fifty dollars."

"What woke me up?   GAWD!  GAWD dun it...He sho' did...He ain't tole you nuttin', huh?  Maybe He don' mean fa' you to know."

"I'm jest trying to tell'ya.  Go on and suffa' den.  It's yo' life.  Scared to stand up to the devil!  Be a punk...I ain't!...follow the crowd...I ain't!  She still gon' root you.  She can't hep it.  It's in hur.  Jealous.  Don't let hur know you got anythang, want anythang.  She gon' block it."

"GAWD will hep yo'!  You got to stay 'way fom hur..at least tell hur you know what she up to.  Prayin' for hur might hep...bout much as a switch in a bear meetin'....you gon' need the Holy Ghost trying to deal wid hur kind."

"No, you ain't gon git the Holy Ghost living the life you living.....you bedder live right.  Don't be lak hur trying to look like you live right, trying to sound like you live right.  Live right fa' real chile.  Live right fa' real."

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Never be ashamed of the Holy Ghost and never be ashamed of your heritage.  Do know this story was written in the language of my grandfather.  He spoke in a beautiful patois, a cherished dialect. If you can't understand it, "it ain't fuh ya'"