Bags-N-Stuff

By Loyaltie

If anyone can discuss telling it like it is it would be Tonya Brown in Bags N- Stuff. This book is straight up reality. This is definitely not a childrens book. Ms. Brown brings out the inner emotions of our actions be it good or bad and she leads us to the land of faith, hope and internal success. She displays the upside to being single and the beauty in a loving relationship. Ms. Brown asks us to remember that there is a rainbow at the end of every dark tunnel, we must believe this. She also introduces the power of prayer with a clean heart, forgiveness and the acknowledgement to our mistakes. Bags N- Stuff is funny, seductive, and heartfelt along with realistic journeys. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 13, 2012
• ISBN: 9781418461096

Loyaltie

Ms. Tonya Brown is full of many adjectives; she is a strong sister, graceful, loving, caring, protective, nurturing, giving, helpful, resourceful, educated, extremely emotional, uplifting, spontaneous, spiritual, talented and sometimes secluded, miss-understood misinterpreted, and continuously in deep thought, she analyses everything. Tonya’s character can sometimes leave you confused and also relieved. Ms. Brown is patient when it comes to others, but less than forgiving when it comes to herself. In her weakest most fragile moments she finds the strength to help someone else. Tonya extends her mind, body and soul on her quest for unconditional love. She loves with an open heart and is not judgmental. Tonya lives for the motto “the glass is half full”, always trying to make a not so good situation seem ok.

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Bags-N-Stuff

By Loyaltie

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© 2012 by Loyaltie. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 03/08/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4184-3744-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4184-3745-9 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4184-6109-6 (e)

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Contents

INSIGHT

A PSALM OF DAVID

Love

CLAUD

Bags-N-Stuff

BUS STOP

WOMAN

King and Queen, Unite . . .

WELCOME HOME CELIBACY

LIFE IS

7 Layers, plus 1 . . .

Peace of Mind . . .

Getting Lay’d

Touched

Playa Playa

Tears of a Silent Voice

Fo’ Sho

Songs of Life

Moving Forward

DISTURBIA!

Obsession/Repression

Daddy . . .

Mistakes

AS I WATCH YOU SLEEP

Date Rape

LOVED

Disparity

DON’T BE MISLEAD

Mind Fckd

Just Be You

LOST & FOUND

AIR/OPPORTUNITY

Have You Ever

Misty, Light Blue

THIS MORNING

SEXY

MALICE

BE ENCOURAGED

JUST CRUISIN

LET THE BROTHER

BE HEARD WHEN HE SPEAKS

YOUR ORDER PLEASE . . .

Dinner at Dawn

(Your Order Please" part 2)

IT’S ABOUT TIME

MOMMA NEVER TOLD ME THIS

SEEING YOU

Positive Truce

WHATZ UP WIT CHU

DECEPTION

CRUEL INTENTIONS

Emotional Darkness

YOU BETTER THINK

PREACHA’ WOMAN

PRACTICE WHAT CHU PREACH

A GAPE’

First Impressions

REALITY BITES, RIGHT?

INTERNAL SUCCESS

NO BOUNDARIES

WHAT IS LOVE

VISUALIZE

AT PEACE

THE PHONE CALL . . .

JIVE TALKIN’ 4 REAL

SISTA AND ALVIN

A LETTER OF HOPE & FAITH

FAMILY, FRIENDS, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

BAGS-n-STUFF

LIFE IS A GIFT

FINAL DESTINATION

INSIGHT

They always come back, no matter how they left. It could be two weeks or twelve years from now. They always seem to find their way back to Mutha. I’m flattered, really, I am, but quite frankly Dahlin’’, I’m just way too busy for ole ass ‘I’m Sorry’s, or meaningless maintenance-me friends". You know what I mean?

Anyway, like I was saying, the girl was screaming in the phone to him about me. Yeah Honey screaming, I heard it all. I want her out of our lives, I want her gone, get rid of her, before I do. All I can say to that is the way you get the person, is usually the same way you lose that person. Yes, she knew about me, and yaw know the rest, I was the last one to know about her! She wants me out of their lives, ha, Hooka please, Game On!

I shoulda’ pressed charges for threats, with possible bodily harm. Child he hung up that phone on me so fast, I had to question myself were we just talking or what? Oh yeah, she wanted to hurt somebody that night! She shoulda been tryin’ to hurt him, not me! He’s the one that brought about the whole mess in the first place, self-proclaimed ego booster, and she, knowing all about me, was down with it; until her real feelings got involved. Bamboozled Baby! I’ve heard, some men thrive on the excitement they get while in the chase, yet after they conquer the Shorty, their fascination dies down and onto the next victim in waiting. In other words, it’s called Male Predator Syndrome or Ego Fascination. Sad.

Did I leave out how this mess began? Ok, well keeping it brief; there was a time when I was walking around this world singing in harmony with my Man, (at least, at the time, whom I presumed to be my man) thinking I was his Only Woman, yeah, I pride myself on being Every Woman, to My Man, ya know what I mean?" Nevertheless; it vividly came to my attention that I was not! You see, we were, singing our song, in harmony, and added to the melody in some twisted orgy of a chorus, she was singing with us too. Yep, I said it, he was basking in the joys of comfort by having us both, at the same time, unquestionably, to my surprise, and mine only.

So, as time moved along, I began to get past the shock, sadness, hurt, pain, insecurity and all those other damned angry-ass adjectives, we allow ourselves to get sunk into, I became ruthless! Not good, right? Child it stopped being right, as soon as two turned into three or four or however many women he had. It was no longer about him the minute my insecurities subsided, a Sista’s self-image needed to be lifted!

Moving swiftly along; I started entertaining his new-found phone calls and sudden texts full of I’m sorry Babe, I don’t know how this happened, she and I were just friends; I made a mistake, and can I see you so we can talk. Yeah ok, piss on me and tell me it’s raining, please. What? Your penis just slipped from between your legs and rushed between her thighs, and of course, you had no concept or control, I mean you two were just friends. Yeah ok.

That’s rain on my leg not piss, right? Well Honey, to your surprise, I went out and bought a rain suit, umbrella, totes and all! Talking about being ready! Let the Games begin! I mean, at least that time, I knew I was playing one.

We dined a couple times after this fiasco, also known as a lop-sided triangle and then, I let it go there! Yep, We got it in, dinner was on me that night, literally . . . umm hmm, sure was and even one time in her car. I should have called her and let her listen to the moans or complimented her on those nice soft car seats, oh and how easily they reclined. Dam, why did I forget to drop a tube of my lipstick in her car that night? Maybe she smelled my perfume? Oops, then that would make me just as conniving as she was right? Well, since we are talking truth here, at that time I was! Wow, I have to laugh at myself, to keep from crying, talk about, taking me outa my character! Not good!

So this is the Drama that begins the book, some of this is my story and quite a bit of it is others, but who cares about whose is what? Drama never leads to the better-good, it always ends up turning into a game of who will do what next, and who gets hurt and humiliated first. Poor Shortie, doesn’t she know that if you look hard enough, you just might find it? You just might find out the truth, the whole truth, and all the embellishments that come with it! ’Cause you know we gone add stuff to the mix, that never even happen, just ’cause we can, (I mean yaw were only friends right and you want me outa his life, hmm, Hooka please.) The question is, do ya really wanna know the truth and when you find out, whatcha gone do with the information?

I found out about her, freaked out, acted like a Dam Fool and then came to grips with myself, before shit got too out of control. Game over! I called on God! Father can you hear me? And Yes, He heard my cry.

Realizing that no-one has the right or has been given the authority to control anyone, no matter who you are. It doesn’t matter what your relationship status is, married, boyfriend, girlfriend, friends with benefits/maintenance-man/woman etc: we are free people, human beings with dominion over animals and the land, not each other.

Look, Sista’s and Brothers too, If you are snooping around, thinking something is going on with your partner, Dahlin’’ it probably is (isn’t that Dam Insecurity a Bitch?) Listen to your heart; follow your intuition, not pure speculation. If they can walk away from you, let ’em, stop trying to pull them back. Stop calling them, texting them when you see they are not responding. They just don’t want it anymore. It simply means they chose not to be a part of your life-journey. Just let ’em go even if the sex was the best you ever had OMG! Understand this, I know it’s not easy to just, let it go, I’m a walking testimony of exactly that, but practicing on a daily basis makes for perfection! Time does heal all