When My Season Comes

By Michael B. Miller Sr.

The serial Christian killer gets captured

Out of nowhere Big Mamma received a disturbing telephone call from this David demanding a million dollars for the whereabouts of my sister Faith's body. He said on the telephone to Big Mamma. I heard you were Christian folks with lots of money. I am tired of killing, and running from city to city, and state to state it's time for me to settle down. Big Mamma said how do I know my child is alive? I want to speak with her. The man said she's probably not alive, but you do want the body to have her proper burial, so you Christian folks can talk about how she made it home to Jesus right. Big Mamma said sir you will have your money by tomorrow morning, but don't down play the God I serve please. David the serial killer said okay, but no police or I will destroy the body. You will never be able to have your little home going. He gave Big Mamma instructions. He said I want four hundred thousand dollars sent to two different account numbers. He gave Big Mamma the account numbers. But he needed her to deposit two hundred thousand in each account, but not in the same hour. Big Mamma said Mr. I can't understand what you're trying to say. He said you better try and comprehend, because if you do not you will be sorry, Mrs. Minnie Burnett. Big mamma said well now young man you have me at a disadvantage, because you know my name and I do not know yours, or should I call you David Stevens. He said angrily don't fuck with me, old lady! Big mamma said okay sir calm down, I'm sorry for antagonizing you. He said I want one deposit made at 5:00 PM when most banks are closed. The other deposit made at 6; 00 PM. Are we clear? Big Mamma said yes I am clear. He said if I even think there is a trace on this money not only will I destroy your sweet child's body, but you will never be able

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483605531

Michael B. Miller Sr.

Michael is an innovator, motivator and someone who has dedicated his life to serving others. Michael has been working in higher education for over 20 years. He started out as a peer advisor at Malcolm X College in 1991, which was the starting point for his ability to assist and provide educational services to individuals who wanted to further their education. He gave students the proper tools to transfer over to a baccalaureate institution. Most of his experience in education has been in one of the City Colleges of Chicago. Even though Michael Miller truly believes, he has found his calling in assisting people with furthering their education he also had other talents and interest. After earning an Associate of Arts degree at Malcolm X College, and working on the award winning Malcolm X Press newspaper he went on to earn a B.A. Degree in radio broadcasting at Columbia College in Chicago. During this time, he also became active in the National Association of Black Journalist (NABJ). While being a part of this organization he acted as a mentor to kids who were inspiring to be journalists. Michael has written many articles, which have been published in newspapers in the Chicago land area on issues that affect the lives of African Americans, and other ethnics groups. Michael’s accomplishments continue to evolve. He has sat on advisory committees regarding education, and has done several presentations around the mid western region on topics such as” Why do black males avoid a postsecondary education.” He has sat on Malcolm X College president’s scholarship committee in a media capacity. He is also a motivational speaker for people who are down on there luck, and have lost hope. He is very fashionable, and has graced the runway for several African shows during Kwanzaa Celebration. He recently modeled in the House Of Duvall cat walking explosion for charity; An event to help raise money for sick children. He also wrote his first fiction book called When My Season Comes, and working on his second published book titled Poor and Ineffective Management in Capital E. The Truth About America’s Educational System He continues to serve the community as a mentor to those who are less fortunate. Michael currently works for one of the federally funded TRiO programs born out of the civil rights movement in 1960. The program he works for is called the Educational Opportunity Center, which was one of the Trio programs established in 1972 during the higher education amendments. This is a program that target adults who are 19 years of age or older from low-income families and first generation college students on the west side of Chicago. His position has taken him on several conferences, and has written a proposal to present at a few. In this program, he has frequently visited boot camps, alternative High schools, correctional centers, and community organizations. In addition, out of this program he coordinated and founded a symposium and called it “The Day of the Black Man”, which encouraged African American males to go on to college, and take charge of their lives as leaders in their community.

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Contents

Family Poem

Adeeb in the Church telling the story of

his unpleasant memories

Season 1

The death of my father

Season 2

Second day of school

Season 3

The new house

Season 4

Big Mamma gets assaulted

Season 5

Junior year in Morehouse college

Season 6

MY SISTER Emerald get pregnant, and

Adeeb get jumped on by Marshall

Season 7

Cain’s abusive relationship

Season 8

The drug dealer’s revenge & Big Mamma strange illness

Season 9

The Christian Serial Killer

Season 10

The serial Christian killer gets captured

Where Are They Now

Let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. Galatians 6:9

Turn your wounds into wisdom. Oprah Winfrey

No person has the right to rain on your dreams. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr

The future belongs to those who prepare for it today. Malcolm X

If you’re walking down the right path and you’re willing to keep walking, eventually you’ll make progress. Barack Obama

History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again. Maya Angelou

Dreams do come true. If you work hard and believe you can achieve them. Janet Jackson

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams for when dreams go life is a barren field frozen with snow. Langston Hughes

During your life, never stop dreaming. No one can take away your dreams. Tupac Shakur

If my mind can conceive it, and my heart can believe it, I know I can achieve it. Rev. Jesse Jackson

"There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why… I dream of things that never were, and ask why not? Robert Kennedy

Before we can work on the problems, we have to fix our souls. Our souls are broken in this nation. Michelle Obama

Truth does not change, only our awareness of it. Attallah Shabazz

Each morning when I awake, I experience again a supreme pleasure- that of being. Goran Mikic

This is a Novel about a young African American brother, and his family who experienced many problems in life. This novel is fiction, and it is not factual in any way form or fashion. I had a hard life growing up as an African American male, but this novel does not tell any true story. It is fictional for entertainment purposes only. I am writing this book so people could have hope. I truly believe sometimes in this life many of us are doomed by bad fate. Because of trials, and tribulations we loose are faith in God. We end up believing a change will never come. I hope this novel will inspire you to never give up on your dreams, or anything you want in life. This novel is dedicated to my dear and departed mother, Catherine Miller. She was my hero. I have been inspired by many people such as the Jackson singing family, John H. Johnson, Tyler Perry, E. Lynn Harris, Langston Hughes, Paul Robeson, Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X., Les Brown and Denzel Washington; A special thanks to Lois Britton, and Devell Porter who are dear friends of mine. I hope you will enjoy When My Season Comes.

Thanks to the many people who have helped me, or encouraged me over the years.

Lois Britton, Rev Bruce Douglas, Deon Haynes, Abdul-Rasheed Akbar, Kathi Nevels, Deacon Leon Thompson, Rev. James Shannon, Aaron Wissmann, Dr. Pinkey Stewart, Claudett Burchett, Zetta Cowsen, Harold Rule, Ronald Grimmette, Larry Tolbert, Preston Jordan, Terry Murphy, Calvin Giles, Tracey Giles, Zenobia Brooks, Hank Dezutter, Rosalind Cox, Portia Fuzell—Balkom, Caroline Cirton, Mary Hernandez, Tanya Cox, Taneesha Sanja Rollands, Darryl Harris, Dr. Debra L. Fountain-Ellis, Ruth Gillard, Fidal Young, Cory Trotter, Hubert Dure, Vonetta D. Brown, Linda Jackson-Williams, Alonzo Rhoden, Leslie Rossi, Deloris Rogers Watkins, Lillian Bell, Catherine Slade(Theater), Mary Mitchell(Sun Times), Art Norman(NBC), Cheryl Langston(Radio), Carl Olson(motivational speaker), Milan Christopher( Model), Pastor Clarence W. Hopson, Pastor Marvin G. Parker, Iva Dallas, William O’ Donnell, Pamela Lynch, Devell Porter, William Stewart Jr., Corky Lee Henderson, Jermaine Young, Victoria Walker, Minnie Stokes(cousin), Ollie Brown(cousin), Linda Brown(cousin), Dorothy Miller(sister), Debra Robinson(niece), Carol Johnson(cousin), Doris Priar(double cousin), Stella Nolan-Thompson.

Family Poem

Family is the string that will hold us together.

It is the bond that will set us free.

It is the love that will keep us at peace with one another.

Family is a thread that can never be broken.

It is the blood line which we come from.

It is the roots of our ancestors.

WE ARE THE BURNETTS

Adeeb in the Church telling the story of his unpleasant memories

Here I am sitting in the Walk into Your Season Missionary Baptist Church reminiscing about all the problems I have experienced in my life. I am a very wealthy and prominent man. I have my own entertainment company called MBM entertainment. I have my own TV show called Ebony Funk. I have mostly everything I have ever dreamed of, but Rev. Shannon I do not feel like I am loved by God. I keep asking myself is it because I am a black man? Is it because my family was not born with a lot of money other than my Grandma Paradise? Is it because of my life style? Does it have anything to do with a generational curse? I do not know what it is, but until this day I can not serve God or forgive him for all my pain and suffering. Rev Shannan said I do believe God love you son and what you are experiencing is what many people experience in life. Most of us were not born rich, and as far as being black we are God chosen people as a race. Jesus came from Egypt which is in Africa. I then said I thought his chosen people were Jews. Rev Shannon laughed and said they were black Jews. He also said being Jewish my son is just a religion, or culture you were born into. It does not determine your race, or ethnicity. Many people do not understand in those times there were black Jews. As far as what type of life style you have God knows all about you. He has numbered every hair on your head. If you believe your life style is not right then your wrong doing is no worse than killing, lying, cheating, fornication, or adultery. The bible said God can not tolerate any sin big, or small. No sin or wrong doing to him looks good. We are all sinners and we all have falling short of his glory. We all make mistakes. We will not be perfect until he returns, because this world is not a perfect place. What you are doing, you believe in your heart you are doing out of love for another. No matter who they are love is love. How many people can say what they do in life, they do it out of love? Just wanting to be loved Adeeb is not wrong. Rev Noah Shannon said I do not know what you have gone through, but why don’t you enlighten me. First do you mind joining hands in prayer with me? I said I do not mind praying, I guess.

GOD GIVE US GRACE TO ACCEPT WITH SERENITY THE THINGS THAT CANNOT BE CHANGED, COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS WHICH SHOULD BE CHANGED, AND THE WISDOM TO DISTINGUISH THE ONE FROM THE OTHER, LIVING ONE DAY AT A TIME, ENJOYING ONE MOMENT AT A TIME, ACCEPTING HARDSHIP AS A PATHWAY TO PEACE, TRUSTING THAT YOU WILL MAKE ALL THINGS RIGHT IF I SURRENDER TO GOD’S WILL SO THAT I MAY BE REASONABLY HAPPY IN THIS LIFE. AMEN Rev Noah Shannon said Adeeb, before you start talking I need you to know everything happens in seasons. Then he told me he was going to put me in a deep sleep. I thought it was a bit strange for a Minister to hypnotize me, but he said he wanted to know everything in order to help me. I fell into a deep, deep sleep and then I started talking about all my troubles.

Season 1

The death of my father

I will never forget it was Christmas of 1972 when we drove up with my parents me my sisters, and my oldest brother. I thought it was the most wonderful time of the year. Trees were lit in every window, and it seemed like houses were lit up everywhere in the neighborhood. There was snow everywhere, and it was blowing all over Chicago. The only people that were on the street were those trying to get their cars out of the snow. I could smell the pine trees when we got out of the car and the exhaust pipes from cars trying to get unstuck. I also could hear the song This Christmas by Donny Hathaway playing from someone living room window. Christmas of 72 was a wonderful year and it also was a night mare, and this is when all my troubles begin. I was only 10 years of age, and very shy. My eldest brother did not live with my mother father, four sisters and I. I thought nothing could go wrong. I remember my Papa John staying out all night to find a Christmas tree, because we were poor, but he did not want us to feel like we had less than anyone, even though I think we did. My parents sheltered us as children, and they refused to allow us to see what the real world was like. When the light went out we had to be in the house. I can hear my mother calling me as loud as she could Micah, Micah where are you? It’s time to come in. On this night I remember my mother saying good night to each of us, and it’s funny, because even though it was the middle of December our house was pretty hot. I opened my window just enough to get some air, and I could feel how nice it felt that night with the window open. I was a very light sleeper, and many times I would wake up through the night to use the bath room, or get some water. On this particular night I woke up as usual, and it seemed as though my window had been ajar, because I woke up very cold. I did not worry I just closed my window and got back into the bed. I remember falling into a very deep sleep, and could not wake up. I felt something lying on me, and pushing against my body. I immediately woke up. I looked around my room and said to myself I must have been dreaming, but the window was open. I said to myself I remember closing the window before I used the bath room and got some water. I also felt very wet, and I new I had had another wet dream. I called my mother to my room to change my sheets and when she came she asked Micah what’s the problem? I said I did something in my bed. My mother did not say anything, because she knew sometimes boys did things like that. When she got into my room, and looked at my sheets, she yelled out Micah what did you do? She pulled me to the side and asked did I masturbate on my sheets? I said no big Mamma! I must have had a wet dream. Big Mamma said Micah there is too much semen on these sheets for it to be a wet dream. I begin to get nervous, because I was about to get a whipping for lying even though I was not. I explained to Big Mamma how I left my window open and then closed it and fell into a deep sleep.

Big Mamma became very worried, so the next morning she took the sheets to the doctor to see what problem I was having at such a young age. The doctor said to Big Mamma I do not want to alarm you, but after running some test I found out that the semen on the sheets is not your son. It belongs to someone other than him. Big Mamma stormed home and said to me Micah, you know I love you and if you left your window open for some little girl to come in I will still love you, but you have to tell me the truth. I became frustrated and told big Mamma for the last time I did not. Big Mamma did not tell me what the doctor said, but I had an idea someone came into our house and raped me while I was sleeping. They were already in there when I got up to use the bath room. Big mama wanted some more test run on me. She thought maybe I could have some type of disease. My Papa John was a very strict man and he was furious about what had happened. He said I can not believe we have allowed some mother fucker to come into our house and molest my son.

We found out later there was a strange man going around the neighborhood lurking into windows. My mother wanted to make out a police report, but we were a very private family, so my mother agreed with my father not to. It was very difficult but we went on with our lives as though nothing had happed.

Meanwhile as time went on my Papa John could not look at me the same. He started drinking very heavily and at times we did not even know him. One day I came into the house and my mother was crying, and she did everything she could not to let me see her face. My father had beaten my mother until she was black and blue. I was so saddened I did not know what to do. My sisters and brother was in the room, and one of them said we have to get father some help He’s just not the same anymore. I blamed myself for opening up a window; if I had not been hot that night my father and my family would not be falling apart? I went to my father’s room to speak with him, and he was listening to Mercy, Mercy Me by Marvin Gaye. I did not disturb him.

I went to the corner of where we lived and the snow was still blowing, but it had settled down a bit. It was this girl I had a crush on and we met at that corner last Christmas Eve on my way to the store. We had such a great connection we promised to return there every year, every Christmas Eve. I do not know if she lived in the neighborhood or not and even though we never met again, I waited for her at that same corner every year, every Christmas Eve at 2:00 in the afternoon. When my thirty minutes was up I went home as I did every year and listened to a song by Luther Vandross called Every Year, Every Christmas; What a beautiful, beautiful song! Loneliness is such a sad affair especially at Christmas time; that day I saw a stray Golden Retriever and I took him home.

It was summer, and my dad was still drinking and rumors had gone around that he was even on cocaine, and was not at himself. Big Mamma signed my father into a hospital so he could get some help. He was only there three months when he signed himself out. A friend of mine said he saw my Papa John in a grocery store with another woman. I had heard the rumor all in the neighborhood, but could not believe it, because my father loved my mother so much. They were like high school sweet hearts. He even called my Big Mama Black Pearl, and I remember Papa John telling me at a very young age he will never love another woman. A friend also said it was strange, because he did not recognize me. I said well we have grown up, and my father just got out the hospital, and are you sure he was not with my aunt or someone? My friend Jacob said no! He then stopped me before I could walk away to say something else happened, and I really did not want to hear anymore, but he told me anyhow. He said I called out his name, Mr. Burnett, and he said very nicely, and respectfully do I know you young man, or look like someone. He then said my name is Allen Miller and I told Jacob he was lying, because Allen is my father’s middle name. Why would he use it with a different last name? Jacob said one more thing. I started to get very upset with Jacob because it seem like he was either loving this or straight out lying. He said you may want to sit down. I said no Jacob just tell me so I can go to class! He said your father introduced the lady as his wife. I told Jacob I never wanted to see him again, and he was a terrible friend anyone could have, and I walked away.

Two years passed and for some reason Papa John came back home and we hoped everything would be okay. My father was sitting in the kitchen drinking some wine when my elder brother came out the room, and my father asked very loudly" who are you? My brother said Papa John it’s me your son, you do not know me?