Tales of an Original Bad Girl by Mama Mack

Author:Mama, Mack [Mama, Mack]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Star Status Publishing
Published: 2012-04-21T04:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

OHIO

I lived in Columbus Ohio for a few years. I had a beautiful home in Westerville. I wanted to raise my daughter away from the urban jungle I grew up in. I wanted her to go to school with Caucasians, and speak proper English, take ballet, piano and karate lessons. Everything, little girls should have the opportunity to do. So I packed up and moved to Ohio. Queenie lived there and encouraged me to make the move. She had retired from the streets and was heavy into real estate and commercial property. She helped me purchase a beautiful four bedroom, two-and- a- half bathroom, full basement spread. That was my biggest accomplishment and I was ecstatic. The only problem was, I never got a chance to fully enjoy my home because I stayed on the road hustling hard to pay my hefty bills. I had put so much money into decorating my new home that it was ridiculous. I had professionals come in and wall paper each room with a different theme. I picked out beautiful pieces of furniture for each room. I have a knack for interior decorating, so I had a ball. My house was my sanctuary and I loved my neighborhood. It was so far removed from the concrete jungle of the projects. I jogged around my neighborhood, inhaling freedom, and it smelled great. Imagine how I felt living in the Midwest. It was a far cry from Brooklyn. My neighbors were so prejudice that in the five years I lived in my home, no one ever spoke to me. I didn’t mind one bit. I wanted to be left alone; therefore, I didn’t mind the antisocial neighbors. I respected the fact that they weren’t smiling in my face, knowing they didn’t like me because of the color of my skin.

I made my home very comfortable and had everything I needed to entertain my family. I wish I had the resources back then to simply give up my criminal lifestyle and live normal. I had lost my home and my vehicles when I went to prison on my final bid. I have nothing to show for all the years I’ve dedicated to the hustle. I regret all I have done in my life except for having my child, but I realize I can’t erase my past. I can only move on and change my “stinking thinking”- that is a recovery term that I learned from attending Narcotics Anonymous groups in prison. As I write this memoir, I am in shock, because my mentality was seriously warped. I didn’t realize that it was so crazy. It is unrealistic to think that you can live lawlessly and get away with it. After a while, you will get nabbed. I know because It happened to me.

On New Year’s Eve, 2003, the worst thing that could have happened to me occurred on that day. I was arrested for robbery and kidnapping in the second degree. Now, those charges may sound like I am a lunatic, but I assure you that I am not.

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