The Secret Pantry

The Secret Pantry

Introduction
Not all things are as they seem, some
are quite the opposite. I know because I
have experienced that miraculous
opposite myself. See I am Kenya and
while visiting my Auntie in Charleston,

South Carolina something new and
exciting, but a little scary happened to
me. I guess I might as well start from the beginning.

The Truth About Her

Introduction

Have you ever met a woman who you just had to have?  Have you ever wanted her to yourself?  If she had children, you wanted to send them away to be with their father or just away period?  She was the kind of woman who made you laugh, cry, smile, blush, shy away, nervous and horny all in one breath.  She could make the muscle in the pit of your stomach hurt for days and you had no idea why.  She could make you desire the deadliest poison even if in your right mind you knew it could kill you.  If not then let me introduce you the Mercedes Walker.  Her body alone makes you want her but her mind in its self is a whole other concern by itself.  She let you know from the beginning it will only be about sex and then when you do, you forget about life and want only to do what she wants and says.

Mercedes Walker was born ordinary but she grew to learn that it’s Mercedes’ world and she used that power to where she is today.  Did she use the numerator to get to the denominator?  The truth is she know things that most know but are afraid to use it to the best of their abilities.   So, the answer is simply, yes.  Without lifting a hand, she always gets what she wants because she always has someone and everyone to answer her every waken beck and call.

What do you asked could a woman do with so much power and why would any want to rule in such a dysfunctional manner?  Well Mercedes is not your average woman and she will never be any less than what she can be.

Hatred!

Hatred such a ugly word, but one often heard.
Is it possible to hate what you have created?
Pregnancy over masturbation; sex or abstinent.
Reality hits hard when a struggle becomes desire.
Your worst fear becomes your world.
Failure is what your dreams are about and success is your nightmares.
Hating the world for your lost but loving on one for your gain.
Embracing heartache and pain.
closing out happiness and love.
Hated by all and loved by one.
Dare to be real and want to be fake.
Hatred lyes deep down inside until you allow it to live on the surface.
Walk around everyday with a frown on your face.
Sitting in corners with a room full of people, hoping no one wants to meet not talk to you.
Never wishing for happiness on depression.
Distancing yourself from the world but never get far.
Feeling closed off and not accepted.
Lying to yourself about your feelings, wanting to cause pain but not sure where or how.
Hating yourself because of uncertainty, but devoted to confusion.

If it doesn’t stop now and change for the best you could end up in the darkest hole by yourself for real. Then you’ll see pain, frustration, anguish, desperation, and dysfunction like you never saw or felt before in life.