i would like to share a story i wrote at the age of 28.. maybe it can be some help to u or a friend..... “A Change Life” By, Nakisha Stovall I would like to take a minute to introduce myself; I am a young African American queen. I was brought here to change and save lives. I am twenty- eight with two children. I’ve lived a hard life. I’m kind honest and I appreciate everything life puts in front of me. I’ve learn to love self before anyone else. I count my blessing everyday. I’m quiet and I love to chill with family and myself. I appreciate family values. I’m enjoying writing poetry and short stories. At the age eight and twelve, I was rape by two different men, but it took a lot from me. I thought children just suppose to play and have fun. At the age eighteen, I was pregnant with my daughter and I tried to commit suicide by taking half a bottle of sleep pills. My family wasn’t my best support. All I had was my friends and they weren’t any good either. I had to find out where I fit in. what to do with myself. I had issues with depression. Never receive help, because my mother said I was normal. What is normal? When you know something wrong. I was twenty- one years old; I was married with two children. With a disturbed man, with issue we will leave alone. I lived in a life of fear for four years. How can you live with someone that abuses you mentally, physically and emotionally? I did but, no one taught me that man should put their hands on a woman. I know love is a good feeling and if it hurts you shouldn’t be there. I will push into heater, punish and would have black eyes and I have ran from my house to the hospital and he chase me with a knife. I ran for about three miles. I was rape by my husband after I had my son. He said he would cheat on me if I didn’t give him some. He stable on me in left upper leg. Who am I suppose to tell, he said I made you who you are, I lived a life a of being scared. I finally called the police and they charged him with assault and battery, the judge said six months and his mother somehow bailed him out. My struggle started all over again. I moved out and away from him, he seen to have found him. Saying I’ve change and it was hard for me to let him back in, but he is my husband and I didn’t want to hear all of the quotes from the bible so I gave him one last chance. I also said you reap what you sole if it happens again. At the age 23, he got shot three times. In the leg arm and head on the right side. I ask God why me and he said what goes around comes around and I reply now I have to take care of him. After he has done all this to me. So now I’m a nurse, a mother, a wife, a cook, you know what I mean. I miss my life. I’m watching my children, my husband and myself. I’m working two jobs, I’m cooking, and I’m cleaning the whole house. I’m just tired. I must say God showed me a lot in the last couple’s years. And when I look back I can tell you from what I know that loves not suppose to hurt. He finally, asks me why I decided to take care of him after all the damage he has done. I replied “For better or worst for richer or poor”, “I love you”, “you mean the world to me”. I’ll tell you one thing God not going to put nothing on you, you can’t bear. I guess he had time to adjust to my statements. I just said a prayer. Two weeks later I get off work he had two bullets with no name on it. I tried to talk him out of it. But you know what I succeed. Nov. 30 2006, he had one bullet and a gun. He asked me to take care of our children, be the stepping stones show our children a better life and telling them the truth about their father. The gun went off; two minutes later he fell in the floor. I held him telling I’m going to get help. As I tell you the end of this story please don’t feel sorry for me, I have made the appropriate changes for my children and I can live better. I’ve learn to take people feeling serious and to listen to those that are unappreciated. They have a lack of trust and just need a shoulder to lean on. When, the detective came by to tell me the news, I said to him, it’s never anything good. When you look at me with sorrow. I said his dead, he killed his self. NO, NO, NO, I couldn’t believe it. The detective replied he died at 1:42 am. I guess I picked the wrong chocolate out the box. I feel that God put me in this situation to show me that all things are possible. If you set your mind to it you can do it. Because of this situation, I stay to myself, don’t like to be in large places with groups of people or small places with groups of people. If I know a person needs help, I’ll try to help them out as much as you can. Listen to them and I don’t ignore them. Because it might leads to suicide and we don’t need that. The demons don’t need to take another soul. I take my situation share it with others and tell them just like I listen to you, listen to your children and any human being. We pull demons out of people souls and show them what God wants them to see. Don’t wait it might be to late. My husband is gone, he’ll never come back, all he wanted was someone to listen and he was ignored by the people who he loved the most. When I asked a family member of his kin, what should I do, they said ignore him; as you can tell by my story that’s not the right thing to do.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 02:46:25 +0000
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