A Black Woman Made It

By Shenita Daniel

Author Shenita Daniel's New Book "A Black Woman Made It" is an Empowering Account of Personal Success "The best attitude and award-winner: I learned how to make it on my own with Jesus. A smile on my face and every day, I tell myself, I can make it. I'm a strong black woman. I keep my head up, and I never give up on life. That is why I pray. I keep myself covered in the blood of Jesus. It was hard, but it was fair. Thank You."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781643501567

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A Black Woman Made It

Shenita Daniel

Copyright © 2018 Shenita Daniel

All rights reserved

First Edition

Page Publishing, Inc

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc 2018

ISBN 978-1-64350-154-3 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64350-156-7 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

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He was sitting on the toilet. He came in the bedroom and fell by the closet door on the floor. Junior said it felt like he had a heart attack. Then he said that his side was hurting. I told him to be still; I’m calling 911. Junior had been with me for seventeen years. When the ambulance got to my house, they was looking for his pulse. They hurried and pumped his chest to get his heart pumping.

His family showed their true colors. I said, Do not call me no more ole fake family. All y’all want was money. I told Junior’s mama, You was the one keeping up the mess. I called his baby sister, and she called her niece. Her niece Angel was working at Grady Hospital at the time. They were trying to find out where he was. They found out, he was at the mall. She called me back and told me to tell Tay (my son) to get down here; Junior is dead.

Earlier, I remember when Junior said that he felt like he had a heart attack. And then he said, My side hurt. I told him to be still; I’m calling 911. Junior had been with me for seventeen years. I was on the phone with one of my sisters Evette. Evette told me, not to go down to Grady by myself. So I called my son, Tay, to pick me up from my house. When I arrived at Grady, Angel was in the hallway waiting on us. She told us that she has a day care and five cars. She told us, You know, Anna in there, she left Grady.

I was waiting in front of Grady. His family and his second wife wanted to fight against me down at Grady. Maquita (my son’s wife) told the family, Y’all not finna jump on my mom-in-law. My ex-husband’s family had gone down to his step-daddy’s house.

They was talking about setting up an account for Junior’s burial. They came to find out that Angel didn’t have an account for Junior’s burial. I was going to bury him, but I came to find out that his second wife should have buried him. I had taken the loan out, and Maquita told me, Let’s go and cancel that loan, because we would have to pay $3,500.

Pride stood in his way. Junior was with me up until he died. The examiner, he said, There was no file placed for Junior’s death. Junior had died from lung cancer.

His mom is a bootlegger. A bootlegger for years selling beer and liquor. They was going to cremate Junior. I told them to keep Junior’s ashes. She told Tay if he could not wait then take it back and get your money back. She was still staying at home with her mama. She needed to have her own place.

One day, I was standing at the bus stop. I was waiting on the 110 to come. The news lady and the news man approached me asking about Equifax. They was asking me questions about Equifax. I looked at the… and said, I do not trust nobody. Then next day, when I came back to work, people was coming up to say, I saw you on the news. The lady at the MIR said, I seen you on the news. You a superstar. Ren (my son) and my nephew Brock’s friend Tony—I told Tony to stay with me because he had nowhere to go. He would’ve been homeless, so I rented my basement out to him. He let his…

I had a coworker. This woman, he was staying with, would call on my job and told me, I got your husband, and I’m gone to get your children. She was crazy. I was working at Crest View Nursing Home. We was still married. He said, I’m gone to get you back. I don’t know what he was talking about. He was so low dirty. He treated his family like a dog, no kind of respect my daddy had told me—Junior is gone to put you in your grave.

He went first. I’m still here. What goes around comes around. That is so true.

We stayed at 1472 Moury Avenue, 330. We don’t have nothing to eat. My older sister went down to the store. She got credit from Mr. Seed. She told him, I will pay you when I get my welfare check. He gave her