My child always coming to me and telling some kinda chuppid story she read of Facebook. I doh understand why these blasted children does waste dey time and my time on this nonsense. Oh but wait de adults does do it too. Oops!!!

She telling me this story about this man that hired some people to kill he wife and she show up she own funeral.  I was like “whaaa!!!!” And she was was like “yeaaaahhhh!!!” and I was like “stop wasting my time, I watching Trevor.”  Then of course because she plant the blasted seed in my head and ah kinda nosy, I had to go and check out.

It was ah aha moment fuh me yuh see even before my “Secret” days I always knew that violence was not the answer but when yuh stuck with ah Tulip, ah Black Dahlia and the Christian Zinnia warrior princess, it not easy to be non-violent . The combination of the three ah dem…. dat is all ah have tuh say!

So this man hire these people to kill he wife but it look like God had other plans fuh she. Talk about a guardian angel, it turn out the kidnappers and dem had a conscience because they apparently doh believe in killing women (look at dat, there is good in the world!).  After proving to her  that it WAS she husband that arrang the whole thing, they released her with this message “We just want you to go back, to tell other stupid women like you what happened.”

My only issue I have with her going to her own funeral is dat she wait until the mourners leave.  Yuh need tuh do dem kinda tings with witnesses people!!!  Of course since he thought she was a ghost she shoulda play that part a little longer. Yuh know do some drivebys,  especially after the mourners was leaving.  have a driver and sit in the back seat and have him drive by slow and turn yeah head really slow and look at him/dem. yeah an of course the letters or emails saying “I know what you did” . Walk past he workplace, make a few phone calls with some screaming in the background and begging him tuh help you. Blood on the doorstep. Little things like that.  Yuh know ah might have some issues ah meh own eh, naaahhh!!! is not me!

Now if it was my three friends and dem, yuh would find pieces ah that man all over the place but yuh have tuh make sure that the wretch alive eh. Do kill him, it have to be fresh in his mind every time he look at a missing piece ah his body! Oh lord, forgive me , dey seeping into my brain.

The moral of this story:
Violence is violence, is violence. She knew her husband was violent but she did not think he would kill her. Violence is violence, is violence. It’s a thin line between love and hate! Violence is violence, is violence. If he/she is violent in any way towards you, take heed.

Madame Joy
Joyspirations© Daily Advice: Nobody has the right to be violent towards you!