By SheelaR

I once read that some dreams aren’t just dreams; they are windows into another realm where you truly exist. After last night, I’m a believer. The experience was so visceral that I can no longer ignore the possibility.

In the dream, I was walking through a notorious stretch of Detroit: Mack and Bewick. Anyone from the city knows the reputation of that area. It was around midnight, and while I didn’t know why I was out, I had the distinct sense that I lived nearby.

Suddenly, he swung a horsewhip, striking me directly across the face. I bolted, cutting through side streets to lose him, desperate to reach the safety of my home just blocks away. The moment I made it inside, I jolted awake.

As I passed a well-known check-cashing store, a burly man began trailing me, looming just off to my right. Despite the late hour, the street was surging with people, vibrating with an unsettling, Mardi Gras-like energy. Even in the crowd, I was acutely aware of him, and I was filled with fear. 

I wasn’t just shaken; my heart was racing, and my breathing was labored. Most terrifying of all, my bottom lip was red and throbbing with a sharp, localized pain exactly where the whip had landed. You cannot convince me that what I experienced wasn’t real.

I’ve been mentally and physically stressed out, maybe it was all just a dream. what do you think? Are dreams real? Do we exist in another realm when we close our eyes at night?

I’ve created a somber and tragic storybook for an adult audience that follows the forbidden romance between Elara, a prostitute, and a Catholic priest, Father Thomas Ryan, leading from their secret passion to a final, devastating betrayal.

A Tragedy in Six Acts

Chapter I: The Ethereal Warmth

Elara wandered through the dimly lit streets of the city, her heart heavy with the weight of a life chosen for survival. Each evening, clad in crimson and shadow, she offered her company to the lost souls seeking solace in fleeting transactions. Yet, on one fateful night, destiny entwined her path with the unlikeliest of souls, a priest named Father Thomas Ryan.

He emerged from the modest church, the soft glow of candles illuminating his earnest features. Drawn to the ethereal warmth radiating from him, Elara found herself lingering in the alleyway. They spoke in hushed tones, exchanging stories of despair and grace. His gentle voice pierced her hardened exterior, awakening sentiments long buried beneath layers of disdain.

In the twilight hours, she would often find herself loitering by the church, praying not for redemption, but for a fleeting connection. Father Thomas moved through her life like a wisp of smoke, beautifully elusive, forever out of reach.

Chapter II: The Amulet

One afternoon, Elara stood amidst the cacophony of the open-air market. As she wound through the throngs, she stumbled upon him again. Clad in black, his presence exuded an aura of tranquility, a stark contrast to the tumult surrounding them.

With a hesitant breath, she approached him. Words faltered on her lips. Instead, she clutched a delicate amulet, a discarded treasure she had found. In offering it, she imparted a piece of herself, knowing full well it belonged to a world far removed from hers. As he accepted her gift, she turned away, the hollow echo of unrequited love resounding within her. Driven by a courage born of desperation, she later penned a letter, leaving it where he would find it:

Dear Father Thomas,

I know our paths are forever divergent, yours toward the divine and mine woven through the streets painted with sorrow. Yet I yearn to share this, my heart’s quiet rebellion against fate. Should this letter reach you, know it carries a piece of my soul, a compass pointing toward an affection starkly unreciprocated. With deepest respect and fervent yearning, Elara

Father Thomas read the letter in the dim light of the rectory. He folded it with a heavy heart, sealing his own love in silence, for the priest and the hooker were forever destined to remain worlds apart.

Chapter III: The Surrender

Time passed, and the boundaries of resistance began to fray. In the quiet streets of Eldridge, inside a bookstore thrumming with the heartbeats of unspoken stories, Father Thomas wandered until his gaze fell upon Elara. “May I spend the night with you?” he asked, his voice a tremor, yet resolute in desire. The words hung in the air like an incantation.

Elara felt a rush of elation. “Yes,” she breathed.

The dim light shuffled across her modest apartment. As they crossed the threshold, the world beyond faded. As they succumbed to an intoxicating embrace, Elara felt the reverence in his touch. Father Thomas envisioned salvation in her warmth, yet guilt simmered beneath the surface. They lay entwined, hearts heavy with the knowledge that their desires were destined for separation.

Chapter IV: The Consequence

Weeks passed, and each moonlit meeting kindled a fervor within them that neither could ignore. But biology cares little for vows or secrets. As the moon waxed and waned, Elara discovered the life blooming within her, a testament to their union, unplanned yet divine.

She stood before Father Thomas in the confessional, the air thick with incense and doubt. “I am pregnant, Father, and it is yours.” The silence that draped itself between them was suffocating. She had expected mercy, perhaps fear, but she was unprepared for the tempest that erupted in his eyes.

“You speak falsehoods!” he spat, his voice a tumultuous wave. “You sully the sanctity of my office. You must end this, have an abortion. It is the only way.” Elara’s heart plummeted, her joy twisting into a sinister resolve. “You think you can just cast me aside? You wear your sanctity like a shield, but it won’t protect you forever. I will expose you to your parish, to the world.”

Chapter V: The Dark Resolution

Father Thomas had long admired Elara from afar, but the threat of exposure shattered the lens through which he viewed her. A hot wave of madness surged through him. He could never bear the shame that would befall them both, nor the loss of his position.

Planning consumed him, a twisted forethought. He conspired to orchestrate a chance meeting in the woods, a fateful encounter veiled under the guise of protection.

On that cold night, beneath the gnarled branches, he approached her. The forest exhaled an eerie silence.

“Elara,” he whispered, his voice trembling with anguish, “why can you not see my sacrifice?”

Before her startled gaze, the weight of his internal struggle manifested in a single, tragic thrust. The blade glinted under the dappled light. Elara fell, her laughter forever stilled, a solitary flower crushed amid the fallen leaves.

Chapter VI: The Broken Promise

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the forest where Father Thomas stood, trembling, the knife slipping from his grip. The realization of his irrevocable sin dawned upon him. In the heart of the forest, love had transformed into shadow.

With trembling hands, Father Thomas returned to his holy sanctuary, the weight of his crime heavier than any cross. In his final prayer, he asked for forgiveness, but there was none to be had.

In the silence of the rectory, he took a rope in his hands. He hung like a broken promise, the echoes of unrequited love and lost salvation forever haunting the night.

By SheelaR

If you know me, you know how much I love children. The one thing I can’t stand is an abusive parent, whether mentally or physically. I also find it difficult to watch people ignore the needs of their children while attending to their own. I’m talking about you, Tashanique Jobe, aka Big Zim, and Tailan Jobe 

I’ve seen many terrible mothers, but you are by far the worst. I can’t even ignore my pets for as long as I’ve watched you ignore your screaming children. It’s disturbing to watch in real time. You have no shame, no dignity, and no decorum, as evidenced by your unapologetic relationship with your half-brother, which, by the way, explains a lot. I watched you beg well into the night for money to buy your child a birthday cake, for which you were unsuccessful. How shameful; her birthday falls on the same date every year. Days later, you begged for a seafood boil for your own birthday, where you fared better. How sad. What makes that even sadder is that you only shared a potato and a piece of shrimp with your children. In between these two events, you were up well past midnight, trying to order pizza for your children because you had no groceries. Where are your priorities?

Anytime anyone suggests that you or your willfully unemployed mate look for gainful employment, you’re more than happy to rail against it; you love to say how 9-to-5 jobs should no longer be the goal for anyone, especially yourself. Mind you, this nonsense comes while you sit at home birthing babies every year for the last seven years while relying on the government and various other social programs. Being fertile and birthing children you can’t feed isn’t a flex; it’s shameful and sad. Purposely perpetuating generational poverty should never be the goal.

What’s even more unfortunate is the people who support your sad, twisted thinking and lifestyle. You live in a house with five and a half children with no furniture, most notably no beds or mattresses for the children, and no stove. We have seen them sit on the floor to eat while you beg for anywhere between $25-400 a day for things that are clearly not benefiting your children. Especially when you sit staring at your phone all day; that tells us you’re not preparing meals.

Begging for pizza at midnight when your children should be in bed doesn’t count as you being a responsible, attentive mother. You must do better. Let’s be clear, I’m not talking about your innocent babies; I’m talking about you and your partner in crime (baby daddy-brother), literally and figuratively. This is about your parenting, or lack thereof. Social media has made the two of you lazy and entitled. If you love your children, set a better example for them. Right now, all they know is a life of watching you yell, cry, and beg into your phone while their daddy sits and plays video games all day. I will, however, give him credit for cooking an occasional meal and that one time he mopped the floor.

Just do better!

Signed, The Internet

By SheelaR

The Bible – Separating fact from fiction 

It is fascinating to consider how many Christians seem to have a foundational misunderstanding of the Bible’s origins and compilation. Many appear to operate under the assumption that this sacred text simply descended from the heavens, fully formed and neatly bound in leather, complete with the words of Jesus highlighted in red. In reality, the process behind the assembly of the Bible is far more convoluted and chaotic.

The Bible as we know it is a complex anthology comprised of letters, stories, poetry, historical records, and legal documents—none of which were solely eyewitness accounts. This collection underwent significant debate and revision by church councils long after the life of Jesus. Various texts were excluded, while others were altered for theological and political reasons. The translations we now rely on often derive from earlier translations, causing a gradual erosion of meaning from the original Hebrew, Aramaic, and Greek. The version many contemporary Christians hold dear, the King James Bible, was commissioned not out of a desire for accuracy, but as a strategic move by King James I to solidify his authority and control over the masses, using religion as a tool for political gain.

What is particularly striking is the historical context surrounding Jesus’s execution. He was not sacrificed by divine necessity; rather, he posed a threat to the established religious and political authorities of his time. His teachings challenged the status quo, resulting in his execution—a direct response from those in power. The narrative suggesting that Jesus’s death was a sacrificial act to appease God’s wrath is conspicuously absent from his own words in the Gospels. Instead, it is a later theological concept propagated by Paul and others who sought to enhance their respective doctrines.

The phenomenon of Christianity as a creedal religion, built upon teachings about Jesus rather than his direct message, fundamentally alters the intended essence of his teachings. The transformation of Christianity from a movement advocating for an internal kingdom of God to a religious institution marked by dogma and authority is a stark departure from Jesus’s original intention that the divine realm exists within each person. 

This misunderstanding perpetuates a culture in which questioning the text is seen as an affront to faith. Those who dare to examine the Bible critically are often met with a defensive circular logic: “The Bible is true because it says it is true.” This reasoning is akin to plugging a power strip into itself and expecting it to function. Such circular reasoning does not constitute proof; it merely highlights a faith that operates devoid of critical examination.

If individuals were to engage with the history of the text—understanding what has been omitted and examining how the translations have been manipulated by power-holding elites—the awakening would likely be jarring but necessary. The evidence suggests that much of modern Christianity rests on shaky foundations built from misinterpretations and deliberate misapplications of scripture.

It’s worth noting that the designation of Jesus as the ultimate authority is intriguing, particularly when one considers the etymology surrounding his name—an aspect that warrants its own exploration. The disconnect between the historical figure of Jesus and the constructed narrative of Christianity cannot be overstated.

In conclusion, it is essential to recognize that Christianity, as it stands today, is an invention—an institutionalized interpretation that diverges significantly from the teachings and actions of Jesus Christ. His insistence that the kingdom of God is present, accessible, and inherent within each person stands in stark contrast to the doctrines developed over centuries that seek to control and confine spiritual experience. Ultimately, the truth of these revelations may serve as not only a point of contention but also a potential pathway toward a broader understanding of faith and the spiritual journey.

By SheelaR

As an educator, I’ve found myself in the same frustrating conversation every year…school supplies. It’s become a point of contention that seems to pull everyone into one of those tiring debates. Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t personally have a problem with it. I run a small business, so I can usually cover the extra expenses for the school year. But for many of my colleagues, this struggle is very real, and I’m aware of how challenging it can be for teachers who are also doing their best to support students in economically disadvantaged communities.

Here’s the thing that really gets under my skin: I often hear complaints from parents who clearly have the means to contribute. I’m talking about folks showing up with 30-inch bust-down wigs, perfectly manicured nails, and designer handbags who then balk at the idea of chipping in for a few items on the classroom supply list. I’m all for personal expression and treating yourself, but let’s keep our priorities in check. It’s hard not to feel disillusioned when it seems like community support is lacking despite all the outward signs of wealth.

School supplies may seem like a small thing in the grand scheme of education, but those supplies are crucial. They enable us teachers to do our job effectively. When students come to class with the tools they need, it sets them up for success. We’re trying to create an environment where everyone can thrive, and that often comes down to basic resources. It’s truly a team effort when it comes to educating our kids.

I’m passionate about education, and I know there are many factors at play in our communities that make it tough on parents. But at the same time, we also need to recognize our shared responsibility in fostering a supportive atmosphere for our children. It really does take a village. So, as we gear up for another school year, I urge everyone to step back and think. Can we all contribute a little more, whether that’s with time, resources, or just a positive attitude toward supporting our classrooms?

Let’s keep the conversation going and work together for the sake of our students. They deserve our best efforts, and collectively, we can make a significant impact.

By SheelaR

I really dislike a thief – more than that, I dislike a bold thief. So, let’s  talk about the audacity Keyairra Veals – a name you might not be familiar with, but after reading this, you’ll definitely remember her. This lady is a bold scammer who’s made a name for herself on TikTok as a, well-known scammer.

KeKe, as she’s so affectionately calls herself, is well-known in the TikTok awareness community. She’s often reinvents herself and pivots from one dramatic life event to another, to pull on the heartstrings of her followers, just to get them to send their hard-earned money to mitigate her manufactured crisis. Notice the pinned cash app.

So, what’s the deal? Apparently, Keyairra has decided her talents would be better utilized in the world of DoorDash, where she’s been pulling off a pretty outrageous scams. Yes, you heard that right. It’s insane to think that someone can openly gloat about their criminal behavior, but hey, that’s exactly what she did when she was featured in the New York Post. Can you believe it? The nerve of some people!

What blows my mind even more is that she’s a mother of five. That means her kids are not only witnessing these hare-brained schemes but are likely being dragged into them too. Just imagine, little ones absorbing the idea that scamming for a quick buck is a viable career path. It’s alarming, to say the least. Shouldn’t we be teaching kids about respect, hard work, and integrity, not how to scam their way through life?

Keyairra’s antics have sparked quite the conversation online. Many folks are calling her out for being bold enough to flaunt her scams while others are just baffled that this kind of behavior can be openly celebrated. It feels like we’re living in a strange world where people are more interested in going viral for the wrong reasons than being honest and working hard. 

The worst part? Keyairra doesn’t seem to care. With a track record like hers, you’d think she’d want to keep a low profile, but nah, she’s out here making waves. It’s frustrating to see someone actively choose this path and then try to justify her actions as some sort of hustle.

I’m all for making a living and supporting your family, but there’s got to be a better way to do it than ripping people off. I just hope her kids can see the difference between right and wrong as they grow up, and let’s all hope that someday, people like Keyairra will think twice before trying to scam others.

See link below for the Post Article:

https://nypost.com/2025/07/04/lifestyle/doordash-scammer-sparks-uproar-after-showing-off-free-food-trick/

By SheelaR

You don’t have to chase after anyone else’s idea of beauty; you are the aesthetic. It’s so easy to feel pressured to fit into molds that were never created for you. You see filters, trends, and standards that don’t reflect your unique and stunning features, and it can make you question your own beauty. But listen, you already possess magic that’s all your own.

Your melanin is radiant, your hair is powerful—whether it’s in its natural state, braided, or styled any way you choose. Those features that society might label unconventional are actually extraordinary. So stop trying to emulate trends that don’t honor your true self. Instead of reshaping yourself to fit a narrow definition of beauty, embrace what makes you uniquely you.

Invest time in celebrating your individuality, your culture, and everything that makes you feel bold and beautiful. When you live authentically, that confidence shines through, and that’s the real aesthetic. It’s time to own your beauty without compromise. Remember, you are the vibe, not just a version of someone else’s. Keep shining, queens.

By SheelaR

After three attempts, I finally managed to sit through Tyler Perry’s latest movie. Honestly, I’m not a Tyler Perry fan, but I didn’t totally hate it. The storyline had potential. However, he missed an opportunity to be more relatable to a larger audience. 

The plot revolved around a struggling single black woman, which, let’s face it, is something we’ve seen a million times from him. I get why some women have issues with his films; they often lean heavily on the same tropes. Instead of the same old narrative, it would have been refreshing to see a story focused on a married, middle-class mom dealing with a mental health crisis after the loss of a child. That could resonate with so many people too and offer a different perspective.

While he has got his style, it feels like he could diversify his characters and their struggles a bit more. A new angle could really elevate the conversation and connect with a broader audience. It would be nice to see some different stories coming from him.

Maybe he’ll call me before his next film, I have ideas. 

Peace,

SheelaR ☺️

By SheelaR

It’s hard to believe that June is just around the corner and I haven’t ventured outside the US yet this year. Normally, I’d be three vacations deep by now, soaking up the sun in some exotic location or exploring new cultures. But hey, life happens, and sometimes we find ourselves grounded when we least expect it. However, all is not lost because I have some exciting news! Next month, I’m heading to Africa with my brothers and sisters in Christ, and I couldn’t be more thrilled about it.

Now, let’s get one thing straight: this trip isn’t some grand missionary mission to spread the word or anything — that’s just not my style. Our primary goal is more about giving back and sharing our blessings rather than preaching. We’re going there to deliver school supplies and teach — and honestly, I can’t think of a more rewarding way to spend my time. Education is such a powerful tool, and I’m excited to play a small role in supporting the youth there.

I’ve always believed that joy multiplies when shared. When we share our resources and experiences, it creates ripples of positivity that can impact lives in ways we may never fully understand. Knowing that the school supplies we bring will aid students in their learning journey fills me with anticipation. It’s one thing to travel for leisure, but traveling with a purpose adds a layer of fulfillment that no beach vacation could ever provide.

I can’t wait to dive into this experience with my travel companions. There’s something incredibly special about embarking on a journey with people who share similar values and passions. It brings a sense of community and camaraderie that makes the trip even more meaningful. I’m looking forward to bonding over new experiences, facing challenges together, and creating memories that will last a lifetime.

So, here’s to embracing the unexpected! Instead of wishing for the typical beach getaway, I’m gearing up for an adventure that’s about making a difference. Who knows what opportunities this trip will bring, both for me and for the communities we’ll be visiting? Let the countdown to Africa begin!

By SheelaR

Let’s talk about something that’s bugging me lately. It may or may not be personal…so don’t read too much into it: the performative aspect of relationships. You know what I mean? Sometimes it feels like we’re all just putting on a show, acting out of character to keep the peace and avoid stepping on toes. It’s like we’ve traded our authentic selves for a version that’s more palatable to our interpersonal relationships. 

Think about it. You find yourself holding back your true opinions, laughing at jokes that aren’t funny, or even dressing a certain way just to make someone else happy. Sure, there’s compromise and consideration in any relationship, but when does it cross the line into straight-up performance? It’s exhausting! 

I’m not saying we should unleash all our quirks and flaws at once like a bomb just waiting to go off. But it’s crazy to think how much we modify our behaviors to fit into what we think our partner wants. What happens if we stripped away the facades and just let our real selves shine through? Scary thought, right? You might even realize that people would be turned off by the unfiltered you. That’s a pretty wild notion: the idea that the person who’s supposed to love us most might not even vibe with the raw version of ourselves.

It makes you wonder—are we really in it for love, or are we just trying to avoid conflict? The fear of rejection can turn the most confident people into caricatures of themselves. We start to believe that our worth is tied up in how others perceive us. But at what cost? Relationships should ideally be about acceptance and growth, not tiptoeing around each other’s sensitivities.

I guess I’m just saying, maybe we should embrace our authentic selves a bit more. Yes, there’s a time for tact, but there’s also a time for honesty. If we can’t be real with our interpersonal relationships, can we ever really open up and build that deep connection we’re all searching for?  It’s a delicate balance, but I’m convinced that authenticity is key. Let’s try to foster relationships where we can be our true selves, even if it feels a bit messy at times. Because honestly, who wants to live a lie?