"Whoa!"

"Whoa!" is what my grandfather hollered often as he ploughed his  fields.  I listened, I was right behind him smashing dirt clods with my bare feet.  Our favorite game was jumping on and off the "drag" as granddaddy cropped his tobacco.  My granddaddy was a cool dude, very wise, very paternal.  I want to share him with the world.

• "Time changes all things."
• "Be not the first by whom the new is tried, nor the last to lay the old aside."
• "If you want something, save your money, pay cash for it. That "Credit" ain't nothing but slavery."
• "If you want to know anything about a man's character, look at the condition of his mouth and his shoes."
• A man that make babies and don't see about them ain't nothing but a blowfly.  Nigga lay his eggs and fly off. Any body can make a baby.  It takes a real man to raise it."
• "The white man ain't gon' nevah change , he just changed his tactics."
• "When your head is in the lion's mouth , you don't make no sudden moves."
• "Don't worry dawthur, Jesus will fix it."

These are all "truisms " taught to me by my grandfather, Jerome Walters.  He was a great man, he was my mother and my father.  He was a wonderful father to many.  Born in the month of July he was a true Cancer, a crab, he loved his family fiercely, held on tightly.  He loved me!  Saw something in me and told me often.

Every child needs one good person in their lives.  Be a person some child can look up to. Be an example.  Stand for something.

The saddest,  most heartbreaking reality retracing  my life has been acknowledging how selfish my mother really was.  Yes, she was a practicing witch doctor, voodoo priestess/preacher that only conjured others for her own behalf. A selfish little troll that demanded to extract secret revenge on the entire world just because she thought she could, should and she was playing god. 

 Not only was she selfish and greedy, foolishly targeted her own love ones, she did not share. Damn!  Bernie Madoff was a scoundrel but he shared with his family.  An "anti-mother".  Who knew? Jesus! (I should have listened.)

Yes, Martha pretended to share.  Always making a big deal of the tons of shit she dumped on you, making you think you had won the lottery and she had cut off her right arm.  What ever she gave you, she bragged about it for years.

Now I'm mad. "Rooting" me, working against me, digging ditches and pits while pretending to love me.  Martha, you hated yourself because you knew how low, two-faced, double minded, unhinged you really were.  I didn't know!  I always believed your bullshit.  GOD kept me blind.  I was sincere when I returned to your lair after nine years.

You asked me why.   I told you the truth, Jesus sent me.  You didn't believe me.  "Oh ye of little faith."

I won a house and you responded with unbridled jealousy.  Martha you were an imp, a volunteer imp for satan.  You had no reason to fall so low and remain there.  So you were raped!  I was raped , ruined at your behest.

Let's not go the route of unbelief simply because you preached.  That was unfair Martha!  A damn rattle snake will rattle.  Targeting your own children!  Reprehensible! Repugnant! You can't wipe that stank on me. 

The more you secretly tortured me, the more I prospered! Why!?  Because GOD does not like ugly, that's why.  And because (HE) really does sit high and look low.

You had low morals, no genuine faith in GOD.  Your faith was feigned. Your walk was shaky, crooked, deceitful .  You tried your best to make me the low whore you were.  Impossible.

We do not have to be immoral because our mother was.  Reverse the curse! Rebuke her!  Any one that can't stand up to a dead demon is just as lost, just as lying, just doomed.

Good luck with that.