The Warrior Bride: Preserving the Next Generation from Spiritual Identity Theft, Incest, Rape, Child Molestation and Domestic Violence

By Rebecca Cherrie Martin

A practical testament to help expose spiritual identity theft for victims of Incest, Rape, Child Molestation and Domestic Violence. Your cries dont have to be silent any longer. Rebecca Cherrie Martin is an Evangelist who has touched the hearts and souls of many hurting men, women and children with her message of faith.

Rebecca Cherrie Martin is the founder of all five divisions of Teleo International LLC, an arts management and consulting company that assists in developing and empowering individuals as they become established entrepreneurs, writers and artists. Rebecca also ministers the Gospel to men and women Prisons, Drug Rehabilitation centers and Domestic Violence Shelters across America and shares her intimate story of her private life and testimony.

Also known as the Passionate Playwright, Rebecca has taken Midwest audiences to a place where they visually see Gods glory, passion, power and His love through her live theater performances. Her approach is characterized by touching on the social, political, religious and historical issues within the community and family. Her live performances utilize the visual and performing arts to depict healing and restoration.

Rebecca has written seven other stage plays: Th e City of Our God; Love is Blind, Deaf, Dumb and Off the Hook; Matzo Balls; Jenny Fair & Tall; Th e Principality Split; Selenas Rose; and Blind Men Cry. Four of these plays were also produced and directed by Rebecca.

Originally from New York City and raised in East Cleveland, Ohio, Rebecca now lives in Phoenix, Arizona. She is the proud mother of two lovely sons, Edward and Seth. She has a daughter-in-Law, Maya, and two beautiful grandchildren Ahonora and Amier who reside in Cincinnati, Ohio.

Rebecca received her Bachelor of Fine Art Degree in Art and Design from Arizona State University.

Her passion for God and true worship is demonstrated through her life-long commitment of giving back to the community through the visual and performing arts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 4, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456735319

Rebecca Cherrie Martin

Rebecca Cherrie Martin is an Evangelist who has touched the hearts and souls of many hurting men, women and children with her message of faith. Rebecca Cherrie Martin is the founder of all five divisions of Teleo International LLC, an arts management and consulting company that assists in developing and empowering individuals as they become established entrepreneurs, writers and artists. Rebecca also ministers the Gospel to men and women Prisons, Drug Rehabilitation centers and Domestic Violence Shelters across America and shares her intimate story of her private life and testimony. Also known as the “Passionate Playwright,” Rebecca has taken Midwest audiences to a place where they visually see God’s glory, passion, power and His love through her live theater performances. Her approach is characterized by touching on the social, political, religious and historical issues within the community and family. Her live performances utilize the visual and performing arts to depict healing and restoration. Rebecca has written seven other stage plays: The City of Our God; Love is Blind, Deaf, Dumb and Off the Hook; Matzo Balls; jenny Fair & Tall; The Principality Split; Selena’s Rose; and Blind Men Cry. Four of these plays were also produced and directed by Rebecca. Originally from New York City and raised in East Cleveland, Ohio, Rebecca now lives in Phoenix, Arizona. She is the proud mother of two lovely sons, Edward and Seth. She has a daughter-in-Law, Maya, and two beautiful grandchildren named Ahonora and Amier who reside in Cincinnati, Ohio. Rebecca received her Bachelor of Fine Art Degree in Art and Design from Arizona State University. Her passion for God and true worship is demonstrated through her life-long commitment of giving back to the community through the visual and performing arts.

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to my Heavenly Father, You are the only father I have truly ever known. I worship and adore your Holy Name. In everything I have accomplished through my life, it has been solely you Lord. You receive all the Glory and all the Praise. To you Lord Jesus, The Christ, thank you for your redemption through your precious blood. You truly have covered my sins and redeemed me from the hands of my enemies. To the wonderful, precious, Holy Ghost. Your power has been demonstrated in my life over and over again. Thank you for never leaving me nor forsaken me. Thank you for choosing me and trusting me to teach others in your Kingdom how to love and trust you. My heart will always be open to be used by you!

Contents

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Preface

Introduction

Chapter 1

Let There Be

Chapter Two

Pull Up A Chair

Chapter 3

High School

Chapter 4

Lost and Turned Out

Chapter 5

The Premo Queen

Chapter 6

You Have the Right to Remain Silent

Chapter 7

The Good The Bad & The Ugly

Chapter 8

Am I My Brothers Keeper

Chapter 9

Bad Boys

CHAPTER 10

The Parent Trapp

CHAPTER 11

The Artist in Me

CHAPTER 12

Joy Cometh In The Morning

Acknowledgments

I acknowledge my marvelous son’s Edward and Seth, whom I am grateful to The Lord for allowing me to be the vessel to bring you into the world. Thank you for all your patience, support, wisdom and knowledge during my painful journey while The Lord processed me. You were always an inspiration for me to keep pressing through so that you and your children would enjoy the Promise.

I will always love you

I gratefully acknowledge every person who has faithfully supported me and my ministry over the years.

I would rather have been lynched by the KKK than to have been raped by my father

Rebecca Cherrie Martin

Preface

I never thought I would finish this project. I felt I was to busy. I was working fulltime, going to school fulltime and serving in ministry. I was also a single mom raising my son. It basically has taken me five years to bring this project to closure.

Going back into my past was another issue. It wasn’t that I was afraid of my past, but when you actually sit down and think about the past and your writing about it, for me its as if I’m literally are reliving the past in order to write about it. There were nights that I would be up until 3:00 am writing. There were other times when I would cry and have this overwhelming feeling come over me that I was still in bondage. Writing this book added another level of warfare on top of what I was already experiencing as a Christian.

Many of my friends encouraged me to write a book about my life. They all would tell me I had a very interesting life and I should share my story with the world because my stories I would share helped them. I received numerous prophetic words regarding books that I should write that the world will need.

Because I have always had a burden on my heart for preserving the next generation, I felt that this book would be a valuable asset as an extension to my ministry. During the course of the five years I have been writing, I still had to encounter demonic forces, parental problems, academic challenges, failed relationships and unresolved issues with some of my family members. In writing this book, I realized that I cannot include everything that has happened to me in this book and the most difficult part for me was deciding what to include and what to leave out.

I have tried to be as accurate as possible in summarizing events, dialogues, conversations and relationships that I have had with the people that I have chosen to include in this book. I tried to the best of my ability to record my memories as I remember them. I have told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I have not written this book to slander anyone, to make anyone feel bad, or bring exposure. All names have been changed to protect the innocent and privacy of their life. I solely have written The Warrior Bride to bring exposure to Incest, Child Abuse, Child Molestation and Domestic Violence in the lives of our children and young adults and how it affects the next generation.

On November 7, 2010 I was licensed by my Bishop at New Generation Christian Fellowship in Phoenix, Arizona. I tell you, other then bringing my children into the world, this was the second best experience I have experienced in my life. I felt that God put the icing on the cake as my book was being printed that he officially ordained me for the Five Fold Ministry as an EVANGELIST YAHOOOOOO…I was so hyped! But very, very, humbled and just overwhelmed with The Joy of The Lord. I felt all that I had been through in my life that this made it all well worth it. It was so supernatural, but I discuss this story in detail in my next book, The Warrior Bride II but I wanted to share this with you so that you would understand the importance of following Christ and how it all came together to prepare me for my calling as an evangelist. My calling is to "tell the good news of the Gospel. God has called me and he ordained me to send me out into the world to teach and preach the good news. I am writing this book to teach you how the Gospel, The Good News changed my life and I pray that your life will also be changed as you read my story.

This is my story and this is why I have committed my life to Him.

Rebecca Cherrie Martin

Introduction

On March 9, 2010, I had the most horrible experience happen to me. I had awaken one morning and my eyes were as yellow as a school bus. I went to Gilbert’s Emergency Unit and was diagnosed with a rare Bile Duct and Liver Cancer Colongio Carcinoma. From that moment, my life was forever changed . This new disease instantly effected me physically, emotionally, financially and most important, spiritually.

I was told by the team of Dr’s that my Cancer is incurable and the only thing they can do is prolong my life for a few months. I was told due to the progression of my disease, and the fact that my tumor had integrated all the main four structures of my liver that a liver transplant wasn’t an option, neither was surgery to remove the tumor. I remained at Good Samaritan Hospital for forty days fighting for my life. Death was before me. I caught pneumonia and a blood infection from the bacteria that was lingering in the surgery room.

This was my first time being in the hospital outside of delivering my two sons. I felt like I had died and was living in hell. On top of all that I was going through, my youngest son had been in two car accidents during the course of my hospital stay. I received a call from Author House, my publisher informing me that to edit my book was going to cost me $3,000 plus.

My savings had already been depleted. I didn’t have the energy nor the strength to deal with this tragedy that had taken a hold of me.

I was dying, broke, and losing hope I always had burning in my heart. If you lose hope what else is there to live for? In a three month time period, I had undergone three cycles of Chemo Therapy which did nothing for my cancer. I was sent to a Clinical Trial for a new Chemo that was being tested. I was told by the Dr that was heading that project, I was a perfect match but I would not be able to qualify until I get my Billirubin down to a 3, which I was at a 11. That in itself was almost impossible to accomplish in one week without divine intervention from the Lord. I was unsuccessful in getting my Billirubin down that quickly and was denied participation in the clinical trail.

This was the final call in my treatment. I met with my oncologist and he informed me that there was nothing else that could be done for me and that my next step was to get registered with Hospice. This took place in August. I was told by the Dr. that probably by November, which was four months away, I would be dead.

I decided then that I didn’t have time for a professional editor. I didn’t even know if I would be around to receive my first print in my hand. I literally lived Day by Day. I decided to print this manuscript without being professionally edited because of my challenging circumstances. I didn’t have $3,000, nor did I have the time to look for outside resources such as Grad students at colleges to assist with the editing etc.

I hope that you will understand. It really isn’t about being grammatically or politically correct. If I have run on sentences. If the noun and verbs are in their proper places. I wrote from my heart. I’m a terrible speller and I always have been, thank God for spell check. I’m not trying to impress any publishers, I’m not interested in winning any literally awards nor do I care about being critically judged by writing critics. I truly don’t care at this point in my life with all that I have been through.

I want my story to reach as many people as possible. I hope that as you read my story you will experience God’s love and his presence verses worrying about misspelled words and run on sentences. You will find a lot of errors in this manuscript. You will also find that everything that you read is true and full of purpose and meaning.

I sacrificed and shed my blood by opening up my private memories and my personal life so that someone else can experience The freedom of The Lord.

If God grants me more time here on earth, I do plan to have my book professionally edited. I have also left instructions with my Son’s they are to have my book professionally edited if The Lord decides to take me home before I can accomplish this. I would personally like to thank you for selecting my book to read. Without your participation in this process, my writing would be in vain. I want you to feel my heart and soul as I have poured out my soul in telling you my story on these pages. It is my most earnest desire that you will find a sense of peace and inner joy from the pain that you may be experiencing in your life due to the residue of incest, child abuse and domestic violence.

Because of me living through these traumatic experiences, my spiritual identity was lost. This is my testament of the transformation that has taken place in reclaiming my identity spiritually, emotionally and physically.

Rebecca Cherrie Martin

Chapter 1

Let There Be

In the beginning God said let there be light and there was light. In that light I was somewhere in God’s mind in the beginning of creation. I touched the planet on July 25, 1962 in Manhattan, New York. The beginning of Let There Be. God spoke that out into His Universe. Let There Be Light. and BAAM, light was there. I was in that light for my introduction into the world. Rebecca Cherrie Martin. There was no baby shower for me, no birth announcements, no celebration with my grandparents standing around the glass window looking at my parents hold me.

I was totally amazed when my Astronomy Professor, Mr. Scannapieco was giving the class a lecture on light. He told us that light is continuously being emitted from our bodies that the naked eye cannot see.

When he spoke that to us, I could not get that statement out of my mind. God’s light is in every human being that have been created. Whether you accept it or not. It is scientifically proven. I thought in my darkest hours, God’s light is still ever so present.

My mother told me when she carried me I was her most active child in her womb. She said it felt as if I was doing cartwheels inside of her. Perhaps I new my fate that I was getting ready to step into. I didn’t want to walk the path that God had set before me.

I often wondered what the process is like when God is getting ready to dispatch your soul into your mother’s womb. I wondered if God and I had a conversation about who I was going to be and my mission I must fulfill. The process of leaving heaven to come to earth isn’t written in any of the sacred books that I have read. I was thinking if I had any say so in this or does God create you right before he places you in your mother’s womb. I thought about what I was before God said Let there be Rebecca.

My life started off a fight. When my mother carried me in her womb for nine months, she carried me in a state of anguish. She told me when she was six months pregnant with me she had to be hospitalized because of my father. She said she was in so much emotional, and mental pain that she begged God to take her life and let her die. I took that spirit within me. A child can feel their mother’s pain and happiness in the womb. When she delivered me she said I cried all the time. My soul was never at rest.

When I was at the point in my life that I was able to look beyond my pain to see the pain my mother must have been in when I came along. It grieved my spirit and brought many tears to my eyes. A saw a soul that was tormented by life.

I was told that my relative began sexually molesting me when I was an infant. I was four years old when she discovered they had been sexually assaulting not just me but my other siblings as well. I remember the day we escaped death. We were living in Atlanta, Georgia. We fled the house with just the cloths on our backs. My relative was chasing us down that old, red, dirt road shooting at us. I can still see the dirt rising up from the ground from us running so fast. The sound of our feet hitting the ground. The panting screams coming from our little voices. He was trying to kill my mom for leaving. It was only by the grace of God that we were able to get away. Not one of us got hit with the bullets that were flying our way. I remember looking back at him and he was shooting at us and screaming Willa Mae, get back here. I’m going to kill you. You come back here. That is one time I can say Thank God for a Drunk He was staggering and barely able to keep up. I think if it wasn’t for him being an alcoholic, we may not have been able to escape.

When we left Atlanta, my grandmother took us into her home in East Cleveland, Ohio. My grandmother wasn’t the sweet grandmother that you read about in Readers Digest. My mother felt she had nowhere else to turn. I basically left one situation and stepped right into another one. My grandmother’s husband was named Ralph. He was a pedophile as well. He was just outright satanic and sick. He began raping Clare when she was only eight years old. I was affected by the horrible things he did to Clare. Clare was sent away to a Boarding school. Because of Ralph, my siblings and I were deprived of growing up with out Clare and she was the eldest, so we missed out on that relationship as well.

Ralph would come into my room at night and sit on the edge of my bed and sexually molest me. He would put his hand over my mouth so that I couldn’t scream. I remember that smothering feeling. That feeling only compiled my anguish. From that point on, I wasn’t able to scream when I felt pain. I would hold all my pain inside. It took me almost thirty years to be able to say with my audible voice I’m hurting.

When my mother discovered what Ralph was doing to Clare, she confronted my grandmother. My grand mother basically told her that she wasn’t going to leave Ralph and that we had to leave. we moved out shortly after that and relocated to 101st and Cedar in a little old brick duplex house.

The next man to come into my mother’s life was Mr. Bammer. He was a chronic alcoholic. That relationship was a constant case of domestic violence. I remember Mr. Bammer and Mommy fighting this particular night. By the time we arrived in her room, Mr. Bammer had the shot gun pointed at Mommy. The reason he had pulled the gun on her was, she had initially pointed the gun at him first. She told me the reason she pointed the gun at him while he was sleeping was because he had said something to hurt her feelings before he had dosed off to sleep. Once he had went into a deep sleep, Mommie got the gun out of the closet and cocked it and pointed the barrel’s close to his nose. She tried to uncock the gun but wasn’t able to uncock it and ended up having to wake him up to help her get the gun uncocked. Once he uncocked the gun, he then turns the gun onto her. That is the story that I received from Mommy. We heard them fighting and we all went to her bedroom to help her. All we saw was a man trying to kill our mother with a shotgun. We didn’t know that it was Mommy who started the drama. We all were afraid and full of anxiety and fear.

I also remember another time when they were arguing and Mr. Bammer took a hammer and hit my mother in her head. It was horrible. We all jumped him and were trying to stop him from hurting her. I remember her putting the refrigerator up against the door to keep him out. That placed an enormous amount of fear in my life to have to witness that degree of violence. I remember us cleaning up the glass that had been shattered from him breaking the window trying to get in.

Fear has many ways to enter into the lives of children weather its through domestic violence or children being raped and molested by their relatives or a stranger.

It is not always the man starting the violence. Many times men come home from a long days work and they may have addictions etc…and the lady will began to nag to provoke the man into going in a fit of rage and violence. Because many women and men grew up in violent homes, they are only repeating the cycles they are use to. Many men and women are unfulfilled within themselves due to the abuse they have suffered from their childhood and it rolls over into their adult relationships because they go untreated.

That was the last memory of Mr. Bammer. He died a few years or so after that from chocking on a fish bone. I don’t ever recall Mr. Bammer being sexually abusive to any of us. He wasn’t physically abusive to us as well.

Many single women put up with abusive men in their lives just to make ends meet in their home. During the sixties, women wasn’t educated and they basically depended on the welfare system. Mr. Bammer always had a lot of money. He always gave us money for candy when he came around. Women will stay in a abusive relationship because they are afraid that they will not be able to make it. That was a factor in the fifties and sixties but ladies we are in the year of 2010 and there is no excuse for a women to remain in a abusive environment. We have domestic violence shelters, safe houses and domestic violence laws. There is financial aid available if you want to get an education or if you don’t want to go to school and come out in debt with student loans, you can get scholarships, grants and fellowship awards. There is a way out of domestic violence and you must have hope for yourself and your children.

As I was writing, I was able to see the patterns that my mother made in choosing men that were not healthy and how they affected the lives of her children.

In the beginning there was darkness that covered the earth. I to had to experience that darkness in my beginning. He was twenty years her junior. Another relative begin molesting me when I was about five years old.

He begin by always telling me that I was his favorite and that he was going to make me happy when I turn 18. He use to tell me that he would give me anything that I wanted. At five, you don’t understand what any of that means. He would kiss me all the time. Even though I was six years old and I didn’t know anything about sex, I new what he was doing made me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t know what that uncomfortable feeling was at the time. They didn’t have programs out at that time to help exploited children. There were no 241-Kids network or a domestic violence hotline to call. People or families didn’t talk about child abuse. You didn’t have counselors in school that talked about child abuse. Children back then had to live with the pains and horrors of incest, child abuse and domestic violence.

When I became an adult, I always wondered what could drive a man to rape his own children? I opened my book with the quote I would rather be lynched by the KKK then to have been raped by my father. Many people told me that was a bold statement to print, but it was the truth for me.

A father that rapes his daughters or sons actually has destroyed his heritage and promise. What could make him hurt an innocent child? Children are so innocent and vulnerable. All they ever want is love and happiness and they look to their parents to find that. When adults violate that innocence in children, I think our society should come up with laws for men and women. They should put them on a table and tie them down and like how they brand animals, they should take a hot branding tool and insert it into the man’s pee-hole. ,….I bet that would stop them from hurting children. For the females they should take them and do the same, tie them down to a table and stick a hot branding tool inside their Virginia.

Pedophiles’ have destroyed generations of children. Some children never recover. They go to their graves tormented. Some children have to live their lives in mental institutions living like zombies because they are so doped up from the medications that they have to take to cope with everyday life because some grown, sick, twisted, perverted adult has stolen their identity and stripped them of having the right to grow up happy, safe and free.

I was determined to overcome my torments of incest and child abuse. It hasn’t been an easy journey. There were so many days that I wanted to stop living. To weak to want to continue my life but to strong to take my life. God always put that moving force inside of me to keep my head to the sky. Keep looking up. Keep dreaming. Before I new what faith was, it was always operating in my life. Regardless of what I was going through.

For those of you who have not yet started your journey, you have a lot of work ahead of you but you can make it through this with the help of the Lord and he will connect you with other people like myself that has overcome and can impart wisdom, faith, and love to you. You have to have strong, positive people around you that you can trust. Relatives who will not judge or condemn you from your past but allowing you to heal in a healthy way. You have to know without a shadow of doubt that God is a healer. I know some people reading this book is very angry with God. You don’t even want to hear anything about God. I understand where you are. I have been in that place. It is very important that you understand that you cannot take him out of the equation of your life during this time. This is the most critical time of your life. Having a spiritual base and a connection to pure love.

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear; because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.

(1 Peter 4:18)

Pedophiles groom you. My relative told someone close to the family he only got married so he didn’t have to be drafted into the Vietnam war. I thought that was really a cruel thing to say and do. I hated him with a passion growing up when he was abusing me. I didn’t know how to make it stop. He was repulsive to my inner most being.

When this relative was around, he use to always stare at me. Men do sneaky things such as when they meet a single women with a lot of children, they try to play big daddy. They always bring goodies for the children when they show up. Growing up in 1966 was a challenge for a lot of women. They had to take little jobs like serving and cleaning houses. We were poor basically. My mother was living on welfare. We didn’t have much of anything. Perverted men show up and take advantage of this. They see a single women struggling and see an opportunity to creep in. That is just how the enemy works. He sees an open door and quietly creeps in.

They start off like I said bringing goodies like donuts, Yani, fruit, food and toys. The children start seeing these things and began to almost worship the person who are bringing this stuff to the family. Life becomes a little less stressful. We begin to trust him. That is their motive. They want the children and the mother to gain their trust.

This relative was doing a lot of things for us. It made a big difference . Two is better than one. When that second person is off course, your better off struggling alone until God blesses you with a healthy love.

A women that doesn’t know who she is, is desperate for someone to come into her life to help and Love her. That is what happen in my situation. He was giving Mommy money and taking her out and next thing you know he is moving in with her. It wasn’t long before he started molesting me.

My first memory of him assaulting me is when I was five years old. He gave me a glass and told me to urine in it while he watched. I did exactly what he told me. That is very sick and twisted. What pleasure could a man get out of watching a five year old urinate in a glass. He use to make me pull my dress up. He would always fondle and kiss me. It always ended with you’re my favorite and when you turn 18 I’m going to make you very happy.

My mother was a victim of incest, child abuse and domestic violence, she didn’t properly know how to set boundaries in having healthy relationships with men. Just because a man give you money and is providing for you and your children doesn’t mean that you have to let him into your life. Sometime women and men who come from abusive backgrounds take any little thing that someone does for you as a sign of love when in fact it’s the opposite. A man or a women will do what ever it takes to concur you. That is why it is important that you gain your true God given identity in the Lord so that you will be connected to the Lord and he is the one being your provider.

If you trust God he is going to provide your every need. I know some of you are thinking, if God provides your every need, then why does he allow your parents or others to rape and abuse you? Why did He allow you to come into this horrible situation? If he is a loving God, why does he allow these type of things to happen if he has the power to change the world? I know these are the questions that I asked God and didn’t get all the answers right away. Some of the answer I still don’t have, but I did receive understanding and what I did receive, I have shared it with you in this book.

God creates us and he gives us choices. That is why I wrote this book because people choose to have children and bring them into the world under their circumstance. Would it be fair to blame God for something someone that has free choice did such as your aunt, brother, sister, father or an uncle? That is the part of God’s laws that I don’t understand nor has he given me a revelation as to what is his criteria for placing you into the bloodline or the family that you were placed in. I use to say, "Well God if you know everything from the beginning to the end, Why would you give a helpless child a father such as the one I had when you new that he was going to hurt me? That didn’t make sense to me. That didn’t feel like that was love for me. I know at this point, that doesn’t matter to me, but what mattered to me was that it happened and it effected me and I had to do something to change the course of my life and I realized that I had to stop being angry with God because it was destroying my human spirit and soul.

This is why it is so important for you to be connected to the Lord. Lets say you don’t necessarily want to be a Christian because guess what? GOD IS LOVE!

I didn’t write this book to convince you that you should become a Christian, I wrote this book to expose the horrors of incest and domestic violence but I cant take God out of my equation because he is what saved my life. If you are another religion if it is working for you GREAT!!!!. For me nothing worked but my relationship with Jesus Christ and The Holy Ghost. I tried Islam, I tried Jehovah Witness and I briefly studied with Bahia and nothing captivated my heart as much as The God of Heaven. The Presence of Jesus Christ and his atonement for my sins. His precious blood that he shed on the cross for all my sins and the Holy Spirit. That wonderful, precious, sweet, Holy Spirit. The wonderful counselor. The Power Pact. I love them all so much and I have such reverence in my heart for them. If you haven’t tried a religion, then throw the concept out of your mind and think RELATIONSHIP. that is what they became for me. I have a real, intimate relationship with them and they all play a different role in my life.

I will say out of all the religions that I connected with and tried to find my space in God’s heart, The Bahia faith was most rewarding. .

We as African Americans have been stripped of our identity as Kings and Queens in the world in which we live. We were taking from our ancestors and stripped of our culture. Our