Sunday, December 21, 2025
Saturday, December 20, 2025
NFL ALLOWING A VIP PASS TODAY
CODES ARE THE SAME, MY CODES ARE UNIVERSAL
Breaking the Player Codes, keys to my car!
1 I am number one in your life
2 Second Wife to somebody??
3 You see or hear GOD
4 I am “HIV” negative
5 Someone with “HIV” near me
7 Vegas, What happened?
8 (Vanessa) 24 (Chevy) Kobe Codes
9 I am not having a “baby”
10 Perfect Me
11 Who wants to RAPE ME??? FYB
12 Jesus had Disciples how many?
13 Ruth (Bible Teacher)
16 Pope Francis, I am a proud Roman Catholic
18 RIP DJ
21 "Snoop" or Weed/Marijuana (y’all so LOUD)
22 Both on a second marriage
31 Chris Brown (text access)
34 Walter Payton NFL
36 Bishop Don Juan
40 Presidential Codes
42 Floyd Mayweather (text access)
45 What gun do I carry? Or Trump
50 I am going off about something, or the fake blocking Dre for Scottie
65 Dr. Dre aka Andre Young (you see that email) (text access)
66 GB2G aka George Bush:)
68 Year I was born
79 Kevin Hart, I did catch you shut up
87 Dee
93 DJ (RIP)
95 Deja
97 Hootie
106 Park it right here (My birthday)
168 Debbie LUCKY lottery number
Friday, December 19, 2025
Thursday, December 18, 2025
Wednesday, December 17, 2025
THAT'S A RESPONSE #BERNICE YOU HEARD HIM TOO HUN??? 😆 🤣 😂 I get tested tomorrow, you just made me cry 😢 😭 🤧
HOLD ON... I'M THE SINNER IN THIS FAMILY...
WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? 😆 🤣 😂
Reminder #Eric #Kody #Jared #Taylor #LongKids
ALL KNOW ME PERSONALLY!!!
The Greatest Honor of My Life
The greatest honor of my life was serving Mother Coretta Scott King while she lived.
I remember the day Bernice found me. The New Birth Steppers had been given a special assignment, and I was called at the last minute to fill in. Bolden knew he could count on me. My children were busy, so I was in no hesitation, no questions. When purpose calls, you answer.
We arrived at the church hosting the event forgive me, I’ve forgotten the name (ask Bernice). As we waited to perform, something extraordinary happened. Bernice King walked into the room and came directly to the steppers. I was overwhelmed. At that time, the reason for her presence wasn’t public knowledge. It was quiet, sacred, and powerful all at once.
I believe she embraced me the way she did because I didn’t crowd her or invade her space. Being raised around high-profile figures teaches you composure how to stay calm, grounded, and respectful. After all, my daily life included leaders like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton, and public servants such as Bobby Rush. Proximity to prominence doesn’t make you loud; it makes you mindful.
At New Birth, I wore many hats. I served as the Executive Sous Chef, managing kitchen services, events, and operations. Any and every plate Bishop, his family, guests, and dignitaries ate from I personally washed. And to go a step further, I prepared most of the Bishop’s dishes myself. Service, to me, has always meant excellence behind the scenes.
Those roles afforded me an honor I hold close to my heart: I demanded and was entrusted to be the only person to serve Mother King. It wasn’t about status. It was about reverence. Care. Protection of a legacy through the smallest, most human acts.
I am confident there are photographs throughout New Birth footage, even of me on the altar, praying, just three days before 9/11. 🙏🤲🕍 Moments frozen in time, reminding me how close history can feel before it changes the world.
So I ask, not in challenge but in reflection:
What do you know about me?
Because behind the titles, behind the proximity to history, behind the quiet acts of service, there is a story of devotion, discipline, and duty lived humbly, faithfully, and in plain sight.
Tuesday, December 16, 2025
NEW BIRTH I SEE MY #EUNUCH!!! #RENDER IS BACK!!! #AYE
December 7th #Prayer
Without Him
"I can't hear you"
Michelle Obama #Response "Attacked for how I look"
Michelle did not help matters
Thank you for that #Verification
I Don’t See Anything Funny
I went to bed last night hoping my phone wouldn’t work.
It did.
And in that moment, it reminded me exactly why I left Chicago.
On December 13, 2025, I posted Truth or Dare, featuring photos of Michelle Obama from Dawn’s birthday surprise for me at UIC. Michelle came first. Then Barack followed at CSU. That history is real. What I chose to do, however, was let it go.
I chose to forget my history with the Obamas everything I did for, with, and around that chapter of my life. Including advocating for a presidential library to be built across from the very school my son once attended before his life was taken. That choice wasn’t weakness. It was survival.
So let me be clear: this post is not about conspiracy, gossip, or spectacle. It is about symbols, messages, and memory.
I’m a mature adult. The “Black Power” message that once meant everything to me has changed over time. What once represented unity and strength now feels diluted rebranded, commercialized, layered with meanings that no longer resonate with my lived experience. The power shifted. The colors changed. And so did my perspective.
When I reference words, images, or statements, I do so as interpretation, not accusation. Anyone who understands history knows that children often sense what adults try to keep hidden. That’s not a claim it’s a truth of human nature.
Michelle Obama once spoke publicly about me being scrutinized for my appearance. That resonated with me. Women, especially Black women, are constantly judged before they’re heard.
"How dare you, when you have exploited your role, office, position and power for personal gains, and you wonder why I refuse to acknowledge you, joking in fans faces about Reiner, just like you did to me with my son.
Obama's presidency is bitter sweet to me, just another day in the office. You want to take credit for who I am, but Trump raised me, which is why you hate me so much, my apologies I have nothing to say to you, I just wanted to see if you would respond, you did with yet another "sacrifice".
I stopped responding to Michelle after she failed to appear at President Carters funeral. That was for the "fans section" back to work!!!
ATTENTION: " Did anyone hear her order for "Molly"? Please fill that prescription, she is in Los Angeles looking for "Molly"
But when public narratives collide with personal memory, it can be unsettling. Sometimes responses arrive quickly not because they are directed at us personally, but because timing has a way of reopening doors we thought were closed.
So no, I don’t find this funny.
I find it exhausting.
I find it symbolic.
And I find it affirming of why I stepped away.
This is not about fandom or hate. It’s about discernment. About recognizing when something no longer aligns with your spirit and choosing peace instead of proximity.
I’m not here to sacrifice myself or anyone else on the altar of public perception.
I’m here to tell my truth, as I experienced it, and to stand firm in my decision to move forward.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Dawn aka Malia
Chevy aka Sasha
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