This just in; There is a woman in Londonderry calling the police every time her 17 year old boy friend comes by to eat and fill or lift her interior walls with new stucco. The outer and inner walls were good now; refreshed once he was done. He ate salt fish every day like bacon with some eggs and toast. She did not put a lock on her out- door BBQ so she got her husband to do it. Who is the husband? This boy was just a boy. She dropped her underwear off at his mother's house to cover the result of the boy's work and so she hoped that the boy's mother would have a baby, using her underwear. She was not that kind to just have the baby. She was visiting the town as a boat person and how long would she expect to be there? When she called the police, she only made crying noises and then would hang up. Then at the local church, she posted curses on her ancestry and on her progeny. She was, by virtue of the odds, the DNA of the first generation of orphans abandoned in the West Indies and could not see herself raising and feeding children if her DNA was once eaten as food by anyone or anything. She needs your help and your empathy. But, she has a story to tell that is more important to her than doing what you suggest in her circumstances. When she is not hearing you and suffering consequences, she believes with the heart felt depth of a child that a rescue will come from the father lands. But she is in the Fatherlands now. She is not hearing you but expects someone to come and tell her how to solve it, how to avoid her inaction and paralysis. Maybe just pay the tax, lay the parking ticket. But, this is what she does. Then she spits in a cup and puts it outside with her personal prayer as she spits, that the rescue will come and that the wind will carry her spit and prayer to her location...just as her people once prayed and hoped at St. Ann's Bay, Jamaica. She takes everyone essentially as a sibling but pits some in place as mother and father but no matter what, she is competing with all and just has to have whatever they have when she says the time is right. Everyone she meets is just the game board piece or the pawn. As such, she provides anthropology of the regional DNA that competes before it cooperates if you do not call them father, mother or Captain and sometimes even if you do, they may just say they would prefer to hurt you because you actually believe and work accordingly. This is not the crab in the barrel although it is considered as such. It is more of a competitive cannibal. Click here.

This just in; There is a woman in Londonderry calling the police every time her 17 year old boy friend comes by to eat and fill or lift her interior walls with new stucco. The outer and inner walls were good now; refreshed once he was done. He ate salt fish every day like bacon with some eggs and toast. She did not put a lock on her out- door BBQ so she got her husband to do it. Who is the husband? This boy was just a boy. She dropped her underwear off at his mother's house to cover the result of the boy's work and so she hoped that the boy's mother would have a baby, using her underwear. She was not that kind to just have the baby. She was visiting the town as a boat person and how long would she expect to be there? When she called the police, she only made crying noises and then would hang up. Then at the local church, she posted curses on her ancestry and on her progeny. She was, by virtue of the odds, the DNA of the first generation of orphans abandoned in the West Indies and could not see herself raising and feeding children if her DNA was once eaten as food by anyone or anything. She needs your help and your empathy. But, she has a story to tell that is more important to her than doing what you suggest in her circumstances. When she is not hearing you and suffering consequences, she believes with the heart felt depth of a child that a rescue will come from the father lands. But she is in the Fatherlands now. She is not hearing you but expects someone to come and tell her how to solve it, how to avoid her inaction and paralysis. Maybe just pay the tax, lay the parking ticket. But, this is what she does. Then she spits in a cup and puts it outside with her personal prayer as she spits, that the rescue will come and that the wind will carry her spit and prayer to her location...just as her people once prayed and hoped at St. Ann's Bay, Jamaica. She takes everyone essentially as a sibling but pits some in place as mother and father but no matter what, she is competing with all and just has to have whatever they have when she says the time is right. Everyone she meets is just the game board piece or the pawn. As such, she provides anthropology of the regional DNA that competes before it cooperates if you do not call them father, mother or Captain and sometimes even if you do, they may just say they would prefer to hurt you because you actually believe and work accordingly. This is not the crab in the barrel although it is considered as such. It is more of a competitive cannibal. Click here.

on November 27, 2025

This just in; There is a woman in Londonderry calling the police every time her 17 year old boy friend comes by to eat and fill or lift her interior walls with new stucco. The outer and inner walls were good now; refreshed once he was done. He ate salt fish every day like bacon with some eggs and toast. She did not put a lock on her out- door BBQ so she got her husband to do it. Who is the husband? This boy was just a boy. She dropped her underwear off at his mother's house to cover the result of the boy's work and so she hoped that the boy's mother would have a baby, using her underwear. She was not that kind to just have the baby. She was visiting the town as a boat person and how long would she expect to be there? When she called the police, she only made crying noises and then would hang up. Then at the local church, she posted curses on her ancestry and on her progeny. She was, by virtue of the odds, the DNA of the first generation of orphans abandoned in the West Indies and could not see herself raising and feeding children if her DNA was once eaten as food by anyone or anything. She needs your help and your empathy. But, she has a story to tell that is more important to her than doing what you suggest in her circumstances. When she is not hearing you and suffering consequences, she believes with the heart felt depth of a child that a rescue will come from the father lands. But she is in the Fatherlands now. She is not hearing you but expects someone to come and tell her how to solve it, how to avoid her inaction and paralysis. Maybe just pay the tax, lay the parking ticket. But, this is what she does. Then she spits in a cup and puts it outside with her personal prayer as she spits, that the rescue will come and that the wind will carry her spit and prayer to her location...just as her people once prayed and hoped at St. Ann's Bay, Jamaica. She takes everyone essentially as a sibling but pits some in place as mother and father but no matter what, she is competing with all and just has to have whatever they have when she says the time is right. Everyone she meets is just the game board piece or the pawn. As such, she provides anthropology of the regional DNA that competes before it cooperates if you do not call them father, mother or Captain and sometimes even if you do, they may just say they would prefer to hurt you because you actually believe and work accordingly. This is not the crab in the barrel although it is considered as such. It is more of a competitive cannibal.

She was older than the boy's mother and could not be the boy's wife; evidently not. She was a kind of woman that only wanted to get the emotion of it all(something come out and down the birth channel and that is the emotion) but she did not return the energy regeneratively to get the birth emotion by just having the baby. Its only 8 pounds, the weight of a pair of shoes or boots. Don't make us give you the boot.

The police arrested her for mischief. She repented and then decided it was finally fair and equal if a black woman could play a green witch in a major motion picture feature movie but she said she would never watch it as she wanted to know if they were trying to say something. She decided to watch Bible movies and the Crucible(movie), then ask when Mary would be an afro haired African in a movie with an Afro Jesus..like those old European paintings say? She broke her phone deliberately.....stepping on it... and she decided to just read the Bible. Afterwards, she got a Life phone...that she would have Life and Life more abundantly. The boy came back and had a vision that a tall brown headed good deacon would lead her to the path of decision and no fear of having the children since if she drank bottled water from a certified real spring as it should say on the bottle then the store employee who shelved the water is the father since he might have cried a bit over the water about these stupid people who won't just cooperate. She purchased the water on her card. Then the boy said, "...You fall down girl if you don't understand...and stop having de doubles with the men...oh gosh!"

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