My Life, My Story

By Gaileene Bogany

Gaileene Bogany was no saint, as you will read. She was merely a woman who was trying to find love in all the wrong places.

Growing up, you will find she was in a totally strict environment, closed in a box that had a great impact on her life. There werent many choices at the time. It was going to be one-way and that way was the way of Church rd.


Gaileene was given a gift at the age of nine to play the piano. She began playing her first piano chords, at the age of eleven. Eventually she had become good enough to play for the local church, in her neighborhood, which held twenty church members. Her parents: Olean and Cleavin Davis knew she had a gift of playing therefore, they sent her to Idlebird School of Music, were she learned how to play the piano skillfully. Nevertheless, It was within her to be a great musician.

She was raised in Houston, Texas, born with ambition that launched her to write about her life adventure. Today, She is a musician, producer; stage play writer and can now add to her book of memoirs, an author.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 26, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477266267

Gaileene Bogany

Gaileene Bogany was no saint, as you will read. She was merely a woman who was trying to find love in all the wrong places. Growing up, you will find she was in a totally strict environment, closed in a box that had a great impact on her life. There weren’t many choices at the time. It was going to be one-way and that way was the way of Church rd. Gaileene was given a gift at the age of nine to play the piano. She began playing her first piano chords, at the age of eleven. Eventually she had become good enough to play for the local church, in her neighborhood, which held twenty church members. Her parents: Olean and Cleavin Davis knew she had a gift of playing therefore, they sent her to Idlebird School of Music, were she learned how to play the piano skillfully. Nevertheless, It was within her to be a great musician. She was raised in Houston, Texas, born with ambition that launched her to write about her life adventure. Today, She is a musician, producer; stage play writer and can now add to her book of memoirs, an author.

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Contents

Introduction

Preface

Acknowledgements

Shout-Outs

Chapter 1 My Child Hood

Chapter 2 Brandon

Chapter 3 A New School!

Chapter 4 Getting A Job

Chapter 5 My Night And Shining Armor

Chapter 6 Im Pregnant, Getting Married

Chapter 7 My Wedding Day

Chapter 8 Husband And Wife Now

Chapter 9 Married—At My Prom

Chapter 10 A Wife, And A Mother

Chapter 11 This Hurts

Chapter 12 A Single Mother

Chapter 13 My Children And I

Chapter 14 Living For The Children

Chapter 15 My Guardian Angels

Chapter 16 The Preacher Man

Chapter 17 A New Relationship

Chapter 18 My Mother

Introduction

Gaileene Bogany was no saint, as you will read. She was merely a woman who was trying to find love in all the wrong places.

Growing up, you will find she was in a very strict environment, closed in a box that had a great impact on her life. There weren’t many choices at the time. It was going to be one-way and that way was the way of Church rd.

Gaileene was given a gift at the age of nine to play the piano. She began playing her first piano chords, at the age of eleven. Eventually she had become good enough to play for the local church, in her neighborhood, which held twenty church members. Her parents: Olean and Cleavin Davis knew she had a gift of playing therefore, they sent her to Idlebird School of Music, were she learned how to play the piano skillfully. Nevertheless, It was within her to be a great musician.

She was raised in Houston, Texas, born with ambition that launched her to write about her life adventure. Today, She is a musician, producer; stage play writer and can now add to her book of memoirs, an author.

Preface

My Life My Story will be a blessing to the world and individuals just as it was for me, who has had to struggle with in their own relationships. I myself have Grew up in a strict environment and it has played a great role on my endeavors in life. I have been thru several relationships and none of them seem to have worked for me. I often wondered why they did not work? Was it they or I? As I analysis my own self, I realized my pass had a lot to do with how I approached my relationships - Shannon Mims.

I was in a relationship about two months ago, my boyfriend said, and I quote, you have controlling issues. I screamed from the top of my head. I didn’t want to hear it any more. Besides, That was his defense always. He would say I was a controlling person, nevertheless, I never saw it. All I seen was a man did not recognize my feelings as a women. All I saw was a man who did not love me. Reading your book has helped me in this last relationship. I thank you for helping me to analyze my own self- Kimberly Tolls.

I remember all of the little conversation we had thru out the years. One in particular, we were in my bedroom and I asked you what do I need to do about Shelton and I? You said, pray. At the time, I really didn’t want to hear none of that shenanigan. However, I tried it and God heard me. I want to thank you for the advice you have given me thru out the three years I have known you, I can say, Prayer works - Cynthia Low.

People don’t know how you have helped want to say thank you for all of the encouraging words and advice you have given me down thru the years - Marsha Holloway.

When we became friends six years ago, when Frank and I was going thru our own relationship problems. You said, listen. That was your advice to me and you kept telling me to just, listen to him. I heard you and now I listen. Sometimes, it’s not all about me it’s about the relationship. I had to recognize this in order to keep my good man. Thank you- Lisa Malone.

I have thrown myself at men, all of my life. All I ever wanted was to be loved. I wanted that man to love me back. All that I was putting out I wanted to receive it. However, I realized I did not love myself. Like you said, How can that man love you and you don’t love your own self. At first, I thought you were only talking but I realized I did not love my own self. Nevertheless, It took me a long time to realize I had issues with my own life. I would not have recognized this if you had let me read your book. I clearly saw the meaning of, not loving your own self - Nicole Toliver.

Acknowledgements

Thank you to all of my love ones, to all that has supported me thru out my endeavors. To all thus that doesn’t know me, and this is your first time reading this book, I thank you also. It is possible that someone referred you to my book and you have not heard of me I thank you too. You could have purchased another book but you have chosen my book. I hope and pray this book will help you, encourage and enlighten you on your pathway of life. In this book I am going to take you on a little journey, from my childhood to multiple relationships that wasn’t so good. Hopefully you will walk away being more aware of a few things and seeing relationships, love and other perspective just a little differently than what you have seen it before. My experience thru out my life was a serous journey however; I realized it wasn’t just for me. It was to help someone else also that maybe struggling within himself or herself.

Although I wont be able to control how people may conceive this book or even how they respond to it, my genuine intentions are to help anyone who have the guts to pick it up and read it with understanding. Please understand I have put myself out there by writing such a book, writing about the many encounters that occurred in my personal life. I have exposed my actions and the choices to everyone. Although I can’t stop people from feeling a certain way, it is needed to know that am not coming from an angry or spiteful place. I am speaking about my life journey.

Some of the conversations in this book were taken from memory and have been paraphrased.

Nevertheless, I want to say thank you for picking my book and being willingly to take this life’s journey with me. I hope and pray you will enjoy it.

Shout-Outs

To my Lord and savior Jesus Christ: you are the source from which all blessings flow! You have given me so many gifts and talents for which I am eternally grateful. Thank you for all you has done for me. Thank you for the opportunity to share my life events with so many and to the world.

To my daughters, Precious, Phaye, Jazmyn and Destinee: thank you for loaning mommy to the world, for a short period of time. Everything I do is for you all. I pray that God will continuously bless each and every one of you on your life endeavors, and order your steps as he has done for me. My prayer is that mommy’s story will teach you the importance of life. I love you with all my heart.

To my sister, Laura: you are indeed the greatest. Even when I felt like given up you didn’t let me. When I thought the road was getting to hard for me, you encourage me to keep going. If I had given up, I wouldn’t have finished this book. I thank God for you Sis.

To my parents, Cleavin and Olean Davis: Mama and daddy, where do I start? What can I say; you gave me life. I cant thank you enough. I would not have anything to write if I didn’t have you all. I thank you for all you have done for me down thru the years. You are truly my backbone. Even when I made mistakes, you were right there to correct me and help me thru my mess. May God continuously to bless you.

To my brothers, Cedric, Ricky and Michael: I thank you for being there for me, for having my back. If it wasn’t for you all I don’t know what I would have done.

To my formal pastor, J.L Johnson: who has passed on to glory, thank you. You encouraged me to do the best I can. When I was a little girl you saw the best in me. God knows I didn’t see it myself. At the age of nine, you told me to ‘play the piano Angelina’ and I did. Even thou I was nervous, you still told me to do it. If I had let fear concur me, I would not be the musician I am today. Thank you Rev.

To my formal music teacher: Claretta Idlebird, who has passed away, Thank you. You encourage me to be the best I could be. Traveling all over the world with you as a little girl, you showed me so many things and I will forever be grateful unto you.

Last but not least, to all the people that will purchase this book. I hope and pray you will read it and learn from it. We all will make mistakes on this life journey.

Chapter 1

My Child Hood

What a Life, Very adventurous:

Growing up on Church road was an experience I will never forget. Going on those adventurous cemetery field trips and fishing in the dead man sea was an experience, I will never forget. Nevertheless, The people in the community were fascinated with one another’s living conditions. It was if everyone lived together. I felt, my parents didn’t understand, we as their children, wanted to live somewhere else, not Church Road. We didn’t like going on the cemetery fieldtrips all the time, every weekend. We didn’t want to live by a cemetery and we surly didn’t like the hollowing sounds that came from it. The Question was, to myself, and anyone else who lived on church road, Why live by the dead? that is the, Willers cemetery. Nevertheless, It was merely in walking distance from our house. Actually, we (the Davis’s) were the only ones lived a block from the dead man spot. However, as we passed by there, every day, we would look at the people lying there, helpless to the world, six feet under. Nevertheless, It was embarrassing to bring our friends over to our house, where we lived. Me personally, never invited my friends over. If I did, they would’ve talked about me, at school. However, Walking by that creepy place, I’ll never forget the barking and piping sounds of the animals, which came from there. It brought chills to my skin. I would break out in hives, running as fast as I could. I could smell the stench that flowed from one end to the other of the bayou that lied so close to the cemetery. On the other hand, my brothers didn’t have a problem with it. Fishing in the dead man sea was their glory. They enjoyed it so much; my father would fuss at them constantly about the fishing rod they carried.

Not a Choice:

Church road was where my parents lived, before, I was even thought of. So, therefore, I didn’t have a choice, where I was going to lay my head. I wasn’t paying any bills. So we took the creepy sounds of the cemetery and we lived with it. However, that didn’t mean I was happy about the situation. It only mean we dealt with it, however, back to the cemetery. We would pass by it, we couldn’t help but to see the cold people, lying there, underneath the pile of dirt that had them bound to the world, ice cold and helpless to nature. My father would say, all the time, don’t worry, they can’t harm you. Shoot, I was a child, I didn’t want to hear that jibber jabber coming from the elders of church road. All I knew and seen was the hump in the center of the grave in which some lay. And As far as I knew, they were coming to eat me or carry me with them to the other side. The preacher standing over the dead, talking about, ashes to ashes and dust to dust, with flowers in is hand, I wanted to run. I stood there, watching sister so and so, who was watching brother so and so; blinking his eyes over the dead. I felt like I was `at the movies, sure enough. Nonetheless, sad to say, the same person who was blinking their eyes, was the next one in line to be buried. As a matter fact, Sister so and so were the same one, kept us up all night long, blowing snot and crying all night long. However, it didn’t stop her from looking at the next one in line. Yet, in spite of, the dead plastered their eyes so deep in the casket they couldn’t hear me but I heard them late in the midnight hour. Running as fast as I could, by the cemetery, they kept their spirit watching us, as we the children, ran so quickly by. One night, in particular, Sitting on the bedside, holding my bed rails as tightly I could, trying to get some kind understanding, I politely asked my sister, why did we lived by the dead. Going on and on, asking her the same questions, over and over again, Why do we have to live so close to them? she looked at me as if, I was a Newsome, and said, what people? acting as thou she was in another land. Trembling and going on, I said, you know, pointing the walls. However, She was so busy doing her homework in the dark, she couldn’t hear a word I said to her. She finally said, oh! Thus people. First of all, she tried to explain the situation as well as she could. However, I knew she didn’t quiet understand herself what was going on in the deep. She closed the conversation by saying, look at it like this away, Sis. It want be long, we want have to live so close to them. And the n she mounted her head back to her book she was studying. However, when she said, it want be long", I then began to count on my fingers how long it would before I could actually move out. However, as the sewing machine was running non-stoppable in the front room, and Momma getting ready for Sunday morning worship service. I notice my sister was counting on her fingers, the days before she could actually move out from church road. Locked inside our bedroom and scared out of our minds, we wanted the cemetery people to be quiet and leave us alone. However, I couldn’t tell them to just hush or be quiet. It was a process. We had to act out every night. We had to act as thou we were sleep and then they would hush the sounds, even thou, it was only temporary. I was a scared little woman. I thought they were going to pull me down with them. God knows, I wasn’t ready for the other side. The next day, as I ran by the cemetery, glancing over there, with my books in my hands, and heart beating faster than I was running. I simply looked. There it was, Lacey sitting