Lightening and thundering were the melodious
sounds outside of Karla Monroe’s windows.
She was sound asleep and oblivious to the sounds of God’s master plans
happening in her neighborhood.
It’s amazing to see how God blesses us sometimes with sunshine and at
other times, He will allow floods of rain to impose in our lives.
In the heart of Washington, DC where on any
given day, Congress could be creating new gun laws or the President of the
United States could simply be taking a stroll in the Rose Garden meditating on
how to end the latest war over in the Middle East.
Karla had been a native of the legendary
district since 1976. As a child,
Karla grew up in a two parent household of a middle class status and had a pet
goldfish that she called Milan.
Milan the goldfish became Karla’s best friend because she wasn’t allowed
to go outside too often with her classmates. Her parents were very strict, mainly her dad for reasons
unbeknownst to Karla at the time.
She was pretty much like most women her age,
focused in her career and on the rise to a life filled with loneliness if she
didn’t settle down and marry, soon.
Marriage was the furthest thing from Karla’s mind at the age of thirty
seven years old, and living in the free world’s capital. Karla had not been married before but
she wasn’t celibate at all towards the local gentlemen that she repeatedly
slept with at her disposal.
Karla philosophy was to obtain pleasure and send the men home begging
for more of her while she continuously climbed the success ladder. After all, who needs a man hanging
around all the time when a maintenance man got the same jobs done but only
quicker.
Karla suddenly woke up. She had been dreaming of another cup
full of romantic endeavors that her and latest, very much married beaux, Marcus
Kleen. Now Marcus was of the
elite. He was a very wealthy
congressman and where there’s wealth, there’s always some kind infidelity
involved too. They met a campaign
regarding the upcoming United States violence prevention strategies. His skin was glowing of fleshly
caramel. They were introduced and
instantly a shock of temptation ran through both of their bodies. Months later, the two met for secret
romantic getaways, Marcus spoiled Karla with luxury gifts and elite memberships. She longed to be near him all of the
time. His precious wife was so
naïve and only looked the perfect part on paper. Marcus like most married and cheating men, kept the wife at
home and the mistress out in the public with him.
Karla didn’t mind her enhanced lifestyle one
bit. She didn’t check her morality
one bit when she got mean stares from other women that crossed her paths or the
men who assumed she would give them the same pleasures as that of Marcus
Kleen. She rarely discussed her
involvement with Marcus with anyone not even her longtime friend, Kenzu
Muhammad. Kenzu often gave her
spiritual advise which mean t to her basically that her sins were giving her a
first class ticket to hell if she didn’t release the toxin Marcus Kleen. Karla adored Kenzu. He was more like her brother than her
best friend. They were next door
neighbors since birth. They shared
a bond closer than anyone she knew of.
Now Kenzu wasn’t your average Joe either. His mane was loc’d and he was always
the center of attention for the ladies when he walked in a room. No one met his spiritual standards
enough to become his leading lady let alone virtuous wife. He dated casually but by the time the
night ended, he knew there wouldn’t be a second or third date to follow with
the women. Karla teased him all
the time about being too stiff and picky when it comes to women. He always called her a heathen and then
they would carry on as usual plotting their next professional and personal
endeavors.
Marcus wasn’t too kind to Kenzu whenever they
were in the same room. The
universe often shifted and gave men some type of intuition, the same as it
gives to women. Marcus felt
inferior of Kenzu, Kenzu smelled it and used it to his advantage to capture a
dog in heat, every time. Kenzu
knew that Marcus had no kind of genuine feelings or real plans of commitment
with Karla other than in an intimate setting. Anybody except Karla could see that Marcus was just being
the typical man in power and needed his ego stroked by other women instead of
from his wife. Needless to say,
Kenzu avoided Marcus as much as he could.
He hated to see his friend in such a disrespectful stage towards herself
and she does not see the damages she will soon be causing herself and those
affected by her choices. As her
friend, he does the best that he can under the circumstances, for now.
Karla began to unravel the covers and grabbed
her phone and danced over to her favorite spot in her bedroom. She checked her emails and text messages
that could’ve came in throughout the night. There’s one text from Marcus asking her to meet him at their
usual café for bagels and coffee before both of their workdays began. She tossed her phone on her bed in an
expeditious way that made her spine tingle at the thought of her flirtatious
manners her and Marcus will have under the tablecloths at the café.
Upon Karla’s arrival
at the café, exactly five minutes earlier than Marcus, she couldn’t help notice
the change in the scenery for what would usually be the morning rush, this
morning, no one was there but her.
She figured Marcus must have wanted her all to himself. He was indeed the hopeless romantic she
fell in love with. The door swung
open and gracefully walked in a woman with a stallion-like built physic. She walked straight over to Karla’s
cozy table in the corner and sized her up once that gave her the message
clearly that she was Marcus Kleen’s WIFE and that Karla’s existence in his life
would no longer exists after this exchange between the two women. For reassurance, Marcus wife looked at
Karla with an intense facial expression, placed a knife on the table and walked
away smoothly and out of the café.
Nervously, Karla dialed Kenzu and discussed
the details of what just happened.
She questioned if Marcus set her up, did his wife carry this mission out
of isolating her the one thing she knew was that, her secret relationship with
Marcus was OVER. Instead of Kenzu
blaming her for her actions he met her at her house and sat with Karla for hours
until she could relax her mind and wrap her mind of the fact that she now has
to make healthier choices in her relationships with men. A man will only do what you allow him
to do to you. Karla morality
didn’t get tainted once she met Marcus Kleen, it started from a source deeper
than that. Now it’s time for Karla
to find that deeper source or her cycle of dysfunctional relationships will
continue. She must confront her
past and began to start her healing process. People want the results of healing but shy away or
discourage themselves against the process it takes to fully heal from our
past. As Karla, most women are
angry and hurt by someone or something in their past and their current
behaviors reflect that. Until you
conquer the fears, guilt, blame, hurt of the past, you can NEVER move
forward. Your life and pores will
reek of destruction. Reeks of destructions
that will lead to social and economic injustices, lack of wisdom and
discernment to know who is using you, how you’re hurting others as well as
yourself. Moving forward is a
reward of some type of action step or series of steps that you’ve taken towards
an objective or goal. Learn from
this short story about Karla’s life that could have cost her everything,
including her self worth and make necessary steps changing your life and the
people you select as partners to enhance your life and not destroy it.
Be blessed!!!!
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