I soon became overcome with emotions as I took account of the last week of my life. Things had been going from sugar to s**t in a hurry and I wasn’t sure exactly where I could turn to make it stop; I’m talking from Diyah’s murder to Dejah revealing she was diagnosed with HIV to my attempted murder. If that isn’t the trifecta of bad luck I didn’t know what was. Luckily there was a working God in the sky who sits high and looks low. I needed him now more than ever if I was ever going to make it without going insane.
My thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of rustling children bustling through the front door. Up to this point I had almost forgotten that Rodney had taken them out for the day to give me some much needed relaxation. With all the chaos moving about in the house I didn’t
