Excerpts

For those interested in Don’t Call Me Crazy! I’m Just in Love, here is a few excerpts. After reading buy a copy from bn.com or amazon.com. And look out for my up coming ebook Don’t Call Me Crazy! The Sequel.

I thought I saw God!
She then becomes observant, looks outside her car rear view mirror, and sees bright
white, red, and black cars, creamy of color with similar shapes.
Thirty-foot poles connect to the base of dome-shaped buildings.
She sees again a face slightly smaller than the sun and without a
body. A transparent energy form void of color. He has a stern
look on his face. He opens his mouth slightly. Anika looks away
and continues driving. The towering sun disappears before her
eyes. The sky lightens a rosy violet pastel color. Streaks of what
appear to her as purple lighting, pelts against the sky. Moonstone
towers in Greco-Roman style appear in front of her car.

Anika thinks she’s Hitler
Anika then glances at the television set. There is a
documentary on of Hitler’s life story. Everyone remains silent for
five minutes listening to the tragedy of the holocaust. Anika looks
over to Mary.

“You know I used to be Hitler in my past life,” Anika says.
Tonya, Mary, and Rachel pause and look at each other.

“I think this marijuana is getting to your friend,” Tonya says.
Anika sits up from the couch and walks towards the 19-inch black
and white television and kneels on the bare cold floor. She stares
with a blank look at the television.

“Anika, are you OK? You’re acting a little strange,” Mary says.

“I killed all those people, but it happened in my former life. As
soon as I killed myself my soul went right back in utero to become
reborn. I now have a beautiful spirit. Can you forgive me?”
Anika says. Nervously, knees shaking, Rachel stands up from the
couch and takes two steps backwards.

“You’re really scaring me, Anika. Maybe we should not smoke
around you,” Rachel says.

Anika sees Jesus
While continuing to stare at the television set, Anika sees a
vision of Jesus. He appears to her in just as perfect form and
image as the paintings on Mary’s wall. She then hears Jesus speak.
“I am the son of God.” Then just as fast as he appears, he leaves
her vision.

“Did you see him? Did you see Jesus?” Anika turns and looks
at her friends. Words are stuck within their throats.

“Did you see him? Did you see Jesus?” Anika repeats once
more.

“Anika, you’re really scaring us,” Mary says. Anika then stares
back at the television set. An unseen man’s voice begins to speak
to only her. “I know it’s hard for you to concentrate now. But I
need for you to listen. This is very important. Abuse, mental
illness, AIDS, vitamin C, flowers.”

Mosi’s in a coma
When Anika awakens she decides to drive over to Bayfront
Hospital to visit her boyfriend, Mosi. When she walks in she notices two women
standing beside Mosi’s bed. One is an older woman who looks to be
in her forties who carry the weight of 360, the other in her twenties.
The older woman notices Anika first. She looks up with a venomous
complex look on her face and says, “How do you know my son?”

“I’m his girlfriend of eight years,” Anika says.

“My son never spoke of you,” Ms. Sultan says. There then is a
silence for one minute. Anika is speechless. Anika then sits on the
opposite side of the bed and holds Mosi’s hand. Ms. Sultan never
removes her eyes from Anika.

“How did this happen to my son? Someone must know
something.”

“He hit his head on the bottom of the pool,” Anika says with
shame.

“How can he injure himself in a pool? My son knows how to
swim, he was in the boy scouts for four years,” Ms. Sultan says.

“I’m sorry but that’s how it happened,” Anika says.

“Were you there when it happened?” Ms. Sultan asks.

“Yes I was,” Anika says.

“And you couldn’t save him from this, and you’re supposed to
be his girlfriend of eight years. Do you realize that he is in a coma?
Do you know how serious this is?” Ms. Sultan says.

“It’s not my fault,” Anika says.

“Do you feel guilty, because I never said it was your fault? I
think you know something. Something else happened to cause
my son to hit the bottom of the pool deck.

Wedding
Anika and Mosi snuggle up on his king size bed. There is a
knock at his door. It’s Mosi’s controlling mother, Ms. Sultan.
They both awaken and remain in bed. The
doorknob turns. Suitcases are heard hitting the floor.

“Ah!” Anika screams.

“Why are you screaming like you’ve seen a ghost? It’s just me,”
Ms. Sultan says. “This place is a mess. I’m going to be here for a
few weeks to help you plan for the wedding. I’ve already made
plans with a nearby preacher to marry you two in his church. I’ve
chosen the colors you will wear. Brown and silver. I paid for a jazz
band to play during the wedding. Also, I’ve seen your wedding
list. It’s too long. So I took it upon myself to call a few of your
friends to uninvite them. I’ve picked out the most beautiful
wedding dress for you, Anika, and don’t worry, I’ll make sure
Mosi does not see it before the wedding,” Ms. Sultan says.

“I’ve already picked out a wedding dress,” Anika says as she
looks at Mosi in disbelief.

“Nonsense, you have no taste in clothing. You will wear what
I have picked out for you. I’ve also bought shoes to match your
dress. I’ve spent way too much money to waste.” Anika taps Mosi
with the edge of her elbow.

“Stand up for me, will you,” she whispers.

“I’m going to make myself comfortable. You two sleep,” Ms.
Sultan says. Anika knows to expect the worst from Ms. Sultan, for
she is never pleasant. She knows that she has tricks up her sleeves.
Anika walks into the living room and sees Ms. Sultan folding an
ugly wedding dress. There is gray lace on the sleeves. The dress
itself is ivory instead of white. It isn’t long and flowing. This dress
would only fall to Anika’s knees.

“I’m not wearing that,” Anika says.

“Nonsense, child, I think I know what is best. You’re not
going to walk down the aisle in pure white like you’re a virgin, are
you? Come on now.”

Anika rolls her eyes and presses her palms against her temples.
“My wedding is a few weeks away. I don’t have time for this.
Mosi, please tell your mother to back down,” Anika says. Silence
creeps into the room. Both Anika and Ms. Sultan stare at Mosi.

“Mom, Anika is right. This is her wedding. She should do the
planning by herself,” Mosi says boldly.

“All the money I spent on planning this wedding and you’re
not going to be appreciative. I spent a lot of money,” Ms. Sultan
says.

“Come on, enough with the guilt trip,” Mosi says. Ms. Sultan
turns her back to Anika, walks into their bedroom and slams the
door. “I’ll be sleeping in here. You two share the living room
couch until the wedding!” Ms. Sultan says.

For two weeks while visiting Mosi, Anika had to hold her
tongue and empty the balled air from her fist. Ms. Sultan
continued to nag until Anika vowed to stay away from her
presence.

A year has passed since Mosi proposed to Anika. It is now June
6, 2001, 6:00 p.m., a few minutes before the wedding is to begin.
She and he are so close now. They have finally bonded and feel as
if they are already family. Only one obstacle stands in their way of
marriage, the other man.

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