Some people hate youBecause of their inability to "Dream Big"Your insecurities are not my problem "I do not post about Dawn or Lisa" (read more) #Repost 4/11/24

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I have provided the 2008 filing Valentine vs Pippen. I will edit and amend this filing, then file for $50 million.

I have 30 years vested in this, of course I am going to file your claim, along with all of the others. 

Highlight and Recap for anyone new...

Let's go over some background, shall we? Start with a video Farley 1987 Find Chevy in black dancing!!! Yep, that is Lisa, Kenji, Ludacris, Casper and Farley.. https://youtu.be/cpBmej11bSw

After a night hanging with Easy E. Dawn and Kim Sparks stayed behind to play for the night, I picked them both up the next morning, as neither had cars to drive home, that was 1995...6 Months later, less than a year, Easy died...

My history with Dawn is not as fun as most, you see.. she slipped me into the bed of Mustapha, now people who once loved me, stay away from me thinking I am a Muslim... I AM NOT!!!

Does that help you understand the connection with the Million Man March???

You want my daughter to be embarrassed, when I know that if you make a mistake, that mistake can have fatal repercussions.

I am not certain which of the two is worse, Dawn or Lisa, but I assure you, all that glitters is not gold.

I stopped hanging with Dawn because I could not enter a room, and speak to a person she had not sucked off and/or screwed. Some women do not care about their image and or character... if living with HIV half of your life is motivation, ok!!! But who told you to open your mouth? Open your legs? I used to ask GOD what the problem was, but now I know the answer.

I AM WHO YOU WISH YOU COULD BE... Who is my real father Dawn? Not the substitute, who is my father? 

This explains JORDAN'S fathers murder, it must be fun when you can play any hand you like... 

I sat and thought about everything, from the rejections RIP Enoch who died and that list is too long to start reading names... to the near deaths, how is Eric Davis doing???

Dawn has a trail of men she rejected who "died" suddenly, I am not that into cult religions and BS like that, but I can share names if you like???

YOU BANNED KANYE FOR FINDING ME IN LA!!! 

I thought back to my time living in a car, from how you tracked me, to all of my "sudden" accidents, using radio personalities, to TV hosts, to various shows... you're the only one with motive...

Oh you did not know.. lets go over some names, Jordan's father... Walter Payton... Nipsey Hussle was very clever. 

Who wants a pussy graveyard, scared to say something a dick might slip off your lips, stop the madness... see I am a real friend, should we fact check??? I can go all day!!!

Tell me how you fucking Scottie, and he told you he loved you!!! I ask the same question I asked before, so why did I have the baby??? I really do not need NBA tickets that bad!!! 

I do not envy you, because I am not a worldly woman, that has to be a costly role to play.

I am severing all ties to Dawn and Lisa, they are just as problematic in my life, as yours. I have sat in the shadows listening to people's opinions of Dawn, without them knowing we know each other, there is nothing to envy.

I am writing the final chapter of this drama in my life, I do not want to know you, be around you, or talk about you. This is a part of my personal healing.

I AM NOT A PHYSICAL THREAT TO DAWN YOU SEE... I AM A PERSONAL THREAT... WHEN YOU SPEAK TO ME, YOU REALIZE HOW DUMB SHE IS.. OR HOW MANY OF MY IDEAS SHE HAS STOLEN...

This is what I am going to do for you, to keep your life simple. If they know you I don't need to know them. If I knew them without you, I would be fine! Stop lying to yourself that you play a bigger role in my life than you do, you do not!

I have walked into NBA events, trying to figure out "who you did not have a sexual encounter with"? I have not met a NBA player, coach, water boy, manager, team owner who does not know you. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have people counting your cunt? 

Dawn, you have had a sexual encounter with over 5000+ men and that is only the NBA. As for Lisa, she has a disease with every letter of the alphabet, what is there to envy? They count her in the 10,000 and you are judging me???

Ok name all of the NBA players you have suck, fucked and/or has any sexual encounter. You sucked Scottie dick in Detroit for tickets, Jordan had to walk me into the game! 

Mustapha can STOP because I am not betraying GOD to look cool, my soul means so much more to me than that. 

Obama, has inherited your phone book, still not enough to pay for the Library, why did you kill my son? 

Watching Lightfoot ride off in a Leaks Limo did it for me baby, you just slapped every person who lost someone under her tenure as a joke... you have become so numb to your ignorance that you are blind!

You sell my children off like slaves and Mustapha thinks this is funny? That is why I stopped answering his calls, and do not miss his friendship, that was a lie too right?

Where is my son Diandre Valentine, probably in jail selling drugs for you??? Stop lying, this is why I stopped trusting Mustapha, I won't miss a thing, I promise!!! 

SO THIS IS WHAT I AM GOING TO DO... 

I AM LEAVING (LEFT) CHICAGO!!! 

I AM NOT LOOKING FOR YOU... 

DO NOT EVER MAKE CONTACT WITH ME AGAIN!!!

See I know how to fix you, I can stop talking about, and claiming you, we obviously mean nothing to each other, there is no competition, and I do not need you in my life, say goodbye!!!

You murdered my son, then you tried to kill me, I am not stupid.. I can say to you myself, or to your face if you like.. I will not miss letting this friendship go.

I don't want to attend any sports events, concerts, picnics, I do not want to pass you on the street.. in my world you do not exist.. that will  hurt you more than fighting with you.

Dawn called me to drive, security, or pay for something... you do not break me, because you did not make me.

I can't lose Scottie, because he was never mine, I have stopped crying about DJ, he was never meant to be... what is the fight, you have neverending issues!!! 

Fighting over Tupac with Jada

Fighting over Lisa with Kenji

Fighting over me with everybody

Jealous I might find a real man, who will support and believe in me, like Wilbur believes in your lying ass...

I can't lie, I know you wish I were a man, but I am not and never will be... so ge t the fuck over it...

I now know why Kobe crashed, it had to be you... same way you almost crashed Michelle Obama plane thinking Obama was going to leave her for you "first lady in waiting"... LOL 

Today I am sending a serious prayer, to get my finances in order, then I am leaving Chicago... never looking back and I don't want to know you, or anyone who knows you!

I paid the price, and I am done.. I am going  to be the better woman, when I could curse you, I am going to bless you! Again I say, your God has served you a bitter hand, but you chose that hand, and rather than correcting your behavior you got worse. This is your madness, this is your confusion, this is your living hell I want no part of.

I DON'T KNOW WHO TOLD YOU THAT BEING A HOE WAS GLAMOROUS BUT YOU TAKE YOUR SHIT TO AN EXTREME...

I take my hat off to any man, who can sit across the table from a man his wife just fucked moments before... that is a real man, or a good pimp! I know she said she was taking a call, literally and figuratively. 

I take my hat off to a man, who kisses a woman, after she just got finished sucking another man's dick.. you must love the shit out of her!!! 

I take my hat off to any man that pays for his competition to look good, if you can afford her spending your money on her ex's you the better man... I am just a friend. Can I get a loan???

I know my mother is not a judge you can manipulate, or Kim Foxx you can use to reverse a decision in court, the Jesse Smollette case really exposed your madness in Chicago... but can you please stay the hell out of my life?

Am I asking too much?

I close with this, unlike most of the lesbians Dawn surrounds herself with, I am not a lesbian, I do not have HIV or AIDS and I am not a back alley tramp. I thought about it a few times, just for revenge, you know... throw a little something at my brother, but I decided against it!!! 

You see Dawn's daughter Ryan was once my golden child, I would slap the crap out of Dawn for neglect and failure to adhere to her role as a mother.

Truth is that is what Dawn and Lisa envy about me the most... Yes, my ability to take care of my home, my man, my children.

I AM A ROMAN CATHOLIC, 

THE ONLY REASON I DO NOT DISCUSS MUSTAPHA 

IS TO PRESERVE HIS LIFE

IF HE DOES NOT RESPECT DEJA.. 

I DO NOT RESPECT HIM... NEXT QUESTION

Be not unequally yoked with a disbeliever. 

Now excuse me, I have a room filled with Pastors who sinned with either Dawn or Lisa, based on the numbers I am seeing Chicago might go to hell...

I GAVE YOU BRANDON JOHNSON... Now if you did it let me see you sustain him without me! 

Who is my father Dawn??? 

Wilbur already knows if he leaves that crazy bitch he is dead, he probably fears her too!!! 

Eric Davis did live right Sonya??? I apologize but I love my womb!!!

Yea, I am ready to leave Chicago, this is too much drama, you win.. you beat me!!!! Are you happy now???

Here is the problem, you cannot use my words against me... and you cannot hurt me... I am FREE!!! 

Scottie is a genius... a dumb ass genius.. Did I spell all of that right??? 

Since your family is so close, allow me to add them on, you see attacking my family and friends should not be a one sided issue...

Jordan and Pippen Reunion ://sexydancer68.blogspot.com/2024/01/exclusive-jordan-and-pippen-reunite.html

Scottie Pippen's 8 Kids & MESSY Dating History https://youtu.be/3uLzDfcELF4

The Wendy Williams Show Season 10 Finale Wendy Talking about Scottie Pippen Mistress https://youtu.be/ove3QdYTqSY

So allow me to share all of your family details for people to find, maybe when they are harassed, like you are harassing me, you will back off, until them

I filed a Federal case for $33 million and a claim vs Larsa and Carl for $10 million.

Let me pray on who I should share all of these details I have found, as I am researching who to find you for court!

Contact info for all listed Pippens in HAmburg, and emails I have found so far!!! https://www.whitepages.com/name/Pippen/Hamburg-AR?fs=1&searchedName=PIPPEN&searchedLocation=Hamburg,%20AR

We should settle this matter, I am now looking for Karen, your first wife... the mother of your third child who died.... I have Larsa email but she is busy with Jordan.

Should we settle, or shall we proceed?

I will win and you know it.. for those who do not know.. he cheated on me with Lisa

Now you explain Carl... you are both pathetic, start with you tried to gang rape me with Charles Oakley and then you were successful with your brother Carl...

Scottie PICTURED with DJ stop lying, you are PATHETIC, you know I can find Karen, and many more honey!!! 

Yes you know Scottie was his father Otis, you took him to meet Scottie at the Peacock, in fact that is how/why Crumbly and Davis got elected into office, following my child. 

Blog https://sexydancer68.blogspot.com/

I am valued at $110 million for arrears and damages, please make a call on my behalf! 

They DEFRAUDED this court too https://youtu.be/3uLzDfcELF4?si=x1FawXJQjkXSUaon

Pippen said DJ was his brothers son, he is the son of Scottie Pippen 

Yes, that is me.. he told you that was not his son, the other mothers got $10,000 per month in support!!! https://youtu.be/ove3QdYTqSY?si=u-yQNMff7Lxo2GWK

This is all me, I am being forced out of Chicago with this madness 11 years after they murdered my son, 20 years after establishing paternity... https://www.google.com/search?q=chevette+pippen&oq=chevette+pippen+&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUyBggAEEUYOTIGCAEQRRg5MgYIAhBFGDzSAQkxMDU4N2owajSoAgCwAgA&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

I will be preparing this document over the next couple of months...

I don't need to sue all of your hoes, I can make this a group filing...

Dawn, would you like to start this conversation? 

Why are you harassing me using my  housing?

See Wilburn I need to take her man and her home, 120 W Chestnut is nice...

I don't M'Vie you, because I am better than you... LOL

Wilburn doesn't lick you like Lisa does, I know!!!

If I knew then what I know now, I would have left those lesbian witches alone....

This email is filled with so many surprises, some you know, some you do not!!! 

• Shaq sister died, after subpoena was issued
• Gary Payton mother died, after subpoena was issued
• Kevin Hart, flew off a mountain
• Kobe Bryant crashed, I visited the house.. Oh I need to add Vanessa too!!! 

MY SMOKED SALMON BAGEL

CONSTABLE OFFICE

GREAT IDEA WALMART!!! I'm not confident in canned pork #IJS #TIP

ARE YOU READY???

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I WAS PLANNING ON INVESTING IN THESE ITEMS FOR MY POP UP TENT... "EMERGENCY OUTAGE KIT" GENERATOR FOR REFRIGERATOR COOLER FOR BACK UP BUTANE STOVETOP FOR COOKING (OR A BAR B Q GRILL) #REPOST

YOU ARE BLOWING MY MIND!!! AVERAGING 500-1500 NEW READERS PER DAY!!! WHAT IS GOD DOING???

YOU GUYS ARE BLOWING MY MIND! 🙏🏽✨

I woke up this morning preparing to make a post, and then I looked at my stats…

1,500 clicks at 7:34 a.m.

Ummm… WHAT IS HAPPENING?! 😂

I’m not even certain what is happening right now, but THANK YOU! ❤️

I know there are many of you who are simply spectators and honestly, that’s cool too. 👀😂

Maybe you're watching because you're curious. Maybe you're trying to figure me out. Maybe you agree with me. Maybe you don't. Maybe you're watching my journey unfold because, at this point, my life story reads like a movie and something is ALWAYS happening!

Whatever brought you here, welcome.

If my story of survival, rebuilding, resilience, and restoration speaks to you then I am grateful.

I've been through seasons where people tried to break me. I've experienced disappointment, loss, setbacks, rejection, and moments when I had to figure out how to put my life back together again.

And yet…

HERE I AM.

Still standing.

Still building.

Still dreaming.

Still believing.

Still becoming.

I'm not exactly sure why my blog has suddenly taken off the way it has, but I can tell you this: something has shifted.

Since Trump Day in Vegas, my ratings have tripled. My favor has increased. My creditworthiness has increased by $3,000 in one month, 3 new credit cards!!! My life is beginning to stabilize.

And I'm paying attention.

Because I believe God speaks through circumstances, opportunities, timing, people, and even unexpected blessings.

I remain simple.

Because at the end of the day, it's not about me.

It's about the GOD in me.

I understand that I'm not everyone's cup of tea. And I'm perfectly okay with that.

I am an independent, self-made, strong Black woman with intelligence, vision, creativity, and a whole lot of life experience.

I'm a unicorn of sorts. 🦄

I don't depend on people to define who I am or whose I am.

God already answered those questions for me.

And honestly, I find it entertaining when people become intimidated by someone's gifts.

I understand why.

When you don't recognize your own gifts, it's easy to envy somebody else's. When you haven't discovered your own purpose, you may find yourself coveting someone else's life.

But here's what I've learned:

Your assignment is not supposed to look like mine.

You don't have to compete with me.

You don't have to understand me.

You don't have to agree with me.

You simply have to discover YOU.

And that's what I'm doing.

I'm thankful for every experience I've had in this life the beautiful ones, the painful ones, the confusing ones, the embarrassing ones, and even the ones I didn't understand at the time.

Every experience has taught me something new about myself.

Every setback taught me resilience.

Every disappointment taught me discernment.

Every closed door taught me patience.

Every victory taught me gratitude.

And every chapter has brought me closer to understanding who I am and what I'm called to do.

So, to everyone who finds my page…

THANK YOU.

Whether you're here to bless me, curse me, support me, criticize me, agree with me, disagree with me, encourage me, question me, or simply watch from the sidelines…

WELCOME.

You are still here.

And if something I write, say, or share touches your life even just once then perhaps there was a reason you found this page.

My prayer is simple:

May something you read here bless your life.

May it give you hope.

May it make you laugh.

May it make you think.

May it challenge you.

May it remind you that your story isn't over.

Because if God can take everything I've survived and turn it into something worth talking about…

He can do the same thing with your story.

So keep watching.

Keep reading.

Keep living.

And most importantly…

KEEP GOD FIRST.

Because this story?

It's bigger than me.

🙏🏽❤️🦄

GOD Is Talking… and I Am Here to Listen

Monday, August 31, 2026

GOD is talking… and I am here to listen.

Lately, I have noticed so many events happening around us that have awakened something in my mind: STAY ALERT.

Tornadoes. Earthquakes. Flooding. Natural disasters. Blackouts. Things happening that remind you that tomorrow is never promised and that being prepared is not the same thing as being afraid.

This is one of those moments when I am especially thankful to GOD that I can work from home.

I have my business established. I am building my foundation. I am constantly training and studying, and now I am preparing to take the next four steps: loan signing, estate planning, Apostille training, and fingerprinting classes.

I am also successfully registered with four RON platforms, and I am waiting on my seal and stamp to complete those registrations.

Things are moving.

You might see me once a week—maybe twice—because my days are FULLY accounted for. My new contract begins today, and I am grateful for the opportunity to continue building while working from home.

And when I tell you I stocked my cabinets like a squirrel collecting nuts… 😂

I STOCKED UP!

I have cooked every dish I have wanted. Italian? Easy. Mexican? Easy. Asian? Easy.

There is something incredibly peaceful about opening your refrigerator and knowing you have food, supplies, and the ability to take care of yourself.

And here is another blessing:

I am 72 hours without wine.

Don't start cheering yet!! 😂

I'm taking it one day at a time.

But something has changed.

I am no longer harboring the stress associated with feeling like I was running for my life with my child.

I can't lie—I didn't sleep last night.

But it wasn't because I was stressed.

It was closure.

It was peace.

I finally reached a place where I can say that I am no longer carrying the weight of what other people intended for me. Whatever someone thought they were putting into my life, I believe GOD has a way of turning it around.

Sometimes the people who think they are cursing you end up creating consequences for themselves.

GOD doesn't need my help.

My job is to stay ready.

And I am.

I'M BUILDING SOMETHING NEW

I am so excited to start networking in Las Vegas.

I am waiting on business cards.

I am registering for platforms.

I am training.

I am studying.

I am building relationships.

I am learning this market.

And I am preparing for the next level of my business.

My Sundays are eventually going to look very different.

I see myself at farmers markets in Summerlin, networking, meeting people, introducing them to my businesses, selling lemonade and fresh-pressed juices and not feeling like I have to be everywhere at once.

There is a difference between working yourself into exhaustion and building something strategically.

I moved to Las Vegas because this is a hospitality town.

Hospitality is in my DNA.

Food. Service. Events. Travel. Entertainment. Customer experience.

And now I am adding notary services, loan signing, Apostille services, fingerprinting, estate-planning support and RON to the picture.

I am not starting over.

I am putting pieces together.

STAY READY

The blackout reminded me of something important.

I don't know what you believe in, but GOD keeps telling me: STAY READY.

I don't ask a lot of questions anymore.

I listen.

During the blackout, my biggest concern wasn't fear.

It was:

“Lord, please don't let me lose all this food in my refrigerator!” 😂

Yes, it was hot inside.

But I know how to adjust.

I have learned how to survive uncomfortable circumstances.

And after watching what happened with residents in Gary, I was reminded that emergency preparedness isn't paranoia.

It's preparation.

So now I'm thinking differently about my next business investments.

I need equipment specifically for my lemonade and fresh-pressed juice operation.

I need a 100-quart cooler for my juices and lemonade when I am operating my pop-up tent.

I need reliable equipment for farmers markets and outdoor events.

And I know exactly what I DON'T want:

A gas-powered unit operating inside my home.

Safety matters.

Preparation matters.

Having a plan matters.

I am learning the difference between being scared and being prepared.

MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING!

My birthday is the first week of October.

And baby…

I am creating a NEW LOOK.

I spent the weekend watching Dolly Parton and crying. 😂

Sometimes you have to look at another woman living boldly and realize:

I want to live boldly too.

I have decided that I am going to design my body the way I want it.

And I am going to pay for it myself.

I am grown.

I don't need permission to decide what makes me feel beautiful, confident and comfortable in my own body.

I want a full mommy makeover—including a butt lift, liposuction and 36D breasts.

That's my vision for myself.

I'm not asking anybody to agree with it.

I'm not asking anybody to finance it.

I'm not asking anybody for permission.

I'm investing in ME.

Loving myself is a priority.

Having some fun is part of the plan.

Changing the narrative in my favor is the plan.

And if you think I'm not about to ENJOY this birthday…

You are absolutely WRONG!

😂😂😂

The Palms has an AYCE lobster tail and crab-leg buffet.

There's a movie theater.

And guess what?

I can afford to date myself.

That might be one of the greatest freedoms I have discovered.

I don't need to wait for somebody to take me somewhere.

I don't need somebody else to validate the experience.

I can take MYSELF to dinner.

I can go to the movies.

I can dress up.

I can celebrate.

I can look in the mirror and say:

“Girl, you made it.”

I AM PREPARING FOR MY NEXT HOME

I recently had a dream about a five-bedroom home near Summerlin.

And naturally, I woke up thinking:

“Okay, GOD… I hear You.”

😂

I'm already thinking about my next home office.

I'm preparing for another move toward the end of May.

I don't know exactly what that house will look like yet.

But I know what I want it to feel like.

Peaceful.

Organized.

Beautiful.

A place where I can work.

A place where I can cook.

A place where I can build.

A place where my businesses can grow.

A place where I can breathe.

Because after everything I have experienced, peace has become one of my greatest luxuries.

SO, WHAT ARE YOU HEARING?

This is a busy week.

My new contract begins today.

My businesses are moving.

My training continues.

My networking is beginning.

My birthday is approaching.

My body transformation is on my mind.

My farmers-market plans are developing.

My emergency-preparedness list is growing.

My refrigerator is full.

My cabinets are full.

My mind is full.

But my heart?

My heart is finally becoming peaceful.

I don't know what you believe.

I don't know what GOD sounds like to you.

I don't know what signs you have been seeing.

But I know what I keep hearing:

STAY READY.

Not scared.

READY.

Ready for the opportunity.

Ready for the blessing.

Ready for the phone call.

Ready for the contract.

Ready for the new client.

Ready for the next business relationship.

Ready for the next home.

Ready for the next chapter.

Ready for whatever GOD has been preparing me for.

So today, I am not asking GOD for a detailed explanation.

I'm simply saying:

“I hear You.”

“I'm listening.”

“I'm preparing.”

“And when You say MOVE… I'm ready.”

Now I want to know something from YOU:

What are you hearing?

What has been happening in your life that has made you stop, pay attention, and realize that you need to STAY READY?

Maybe this is your sign too.

STAY READY.

DATA CENTERS ARE DRAINING ENERGY!!! My next major purchase will be a portable generator!!!

I MISS YOU AUNTIE 😔 😞 😢 I MISS CHOIR ROBES!!!

"I pray you know how to pray for thy self" I don't know who you know, you don't know who I know... I'm good with that I attended Church in Compton!!!

Why did all of the Pastors hide today?

I PRAY FOR THOSE WHO PRAY FOR ME

"I have not always been saved, thank you Jesus"

UNDERSTANDING: "That is why Chevy hid her children"

I Must Be About My Father’s Business

Sometimes people look at different chapters of my life and wonder how they all connect.

New Birth. Chicago. Los Angeles. Compton. The ministries. The people. The experiences. The things I survived.

For me, they are not random chapters. They are pieces of a story that has been unfolding for decades.

New Birth Was More Than a Church to Me

New Birth is where I worked as an Executive Sous Chef and leader in the Food Service Ministry. This is where I served Coretta Scott King, I hung out with Bernice King and served Bishop Long, his family and guests (that is how I met each Pastor, less Dates).

TD Jakes, Bishop Noel Jones, Bishop Clarence McClendon, and more.

But my involvement went far beyond the kitchen.

I was also a driver for the Mother’s Board, College Ministry, Step Team, and José Feed the Homeless Ministry.

I served wherever I believed I could be useful.

Food was one of my gifts, but service was bigger than food. I learned that ministry is not always about standing behind a pulpit. Sometimes ministry is preparing a meal. Sometimes it is driving somebody somewhere. Sometimes it is feeding someone who does not know where their next meal is coming from.

That period of my life shaped me.

Salem, Chicago and My Church Journey

Salem Baptist Church is my community church in Chicago.

Holy Name Cathedral is my home church.

And City of Refuge became one of the many churches I attended while I was living in Los Angeles between 2018 and 2020.

Those experiences may look different to someone looking from the outside, but my faith journey has never been confined to one building.

I have worshipped, served, learned and listened in many places.

Why Compton? Let Me Explain.

Compton has a very specific place in my personal history.

In 1984, before Debbie died, I was sent to Los Angeles for protection. My cousin Tony yes, the same Tony associated in my memories with "Training Day" was in Compton, and I stayed there with him.

That experience gave me an early familiarity with the community.

I later returned to Los Angeles in 1987 while working for a company called Austin Diversified Products (ADP), doing door-to-door work.

By then, I was already comfortable navigating the community.

Years later, I returned to Los Angeles again.

In 2018, while living in my car, Compton became one of the places where I stayed.

That chapter of my life is difficult to explain unless you understand the circumstances surrounding it.

I wasn't in Los Angeles on vacation.

I was trying to rebuild my life.

I was applying for opportunities in Inglewood, including 911 dispatch-related work, and pursuing opportunities involving background investigations in Santa Monica.

And yes, I spent time in Compton.

There is also a personal connection I have always associated with that period involving Dr. Dre and the people around him. My memories of that community made me feel that I was not completely alone while I was there.

I have my own story about how I came to know of Dre and his circle, and I understand that some parts of my story may sound unbelievable to people who were not there.

But I lived those experiences.

Then Nipsey Was Shot

While I was living in Los Angeles, I was living approximately two blocks from Nipsey Hussle's store.

Then Nipsey was shot.

I also remember an interaction in which he attempted to sell me an RV.

These are the kinds of moments that make my Los Angeles story difficult to summarize in a few sentences.

There are connections, circumstances and experiences that only make sense when you understand the timeline.

So when people ask me about Compton, Los Angeles, Dre, Nipsey, City of Refuge or the churches I attended, I cannot simply give them one sentence.

There is history behind all of it.

And Yes, There Is a Reason I Talk About Dr. Dre

I have been asked questions about why certain things happened, including why Dre performed at the Super Bowl.

I can tell you my perspective and my personal history, but I cannot claim to know another person's private motivations unless they have publicly stated them.

What I can say is that my years in Los Angeles, my time in Compton and the people I encountered there are part of my life story.

That's why I say:

Does that help you?

Maybe it does.

Maybe it helps explain why certain places and names mean something different to me than they might mean to someone else.

I Must Be About My Father's Business

At this point in my life, I have to stay focused.

I must be about my FATHER'S business.

That means I cannot spend my life trying to convince everybody to understand me.

I cannot apologize for every decision I make about where I worship, who I follow or whose ministry I support.

I do not support or follow Lisa.

That is not my job.

That is not my faith.

That is not my religion.

My responsibility is to God.

When Bishop Eddie Long died, I made a personal decision to continue following pastors and ministries where I had personally served and where I had personally fed people.

I remember the pastors I served.

I remember the people I cooked for.

I remember the ministries where I worked.

I remember the people who were hungry and the people who needed help.

Those experiences are real to me.

And I am not going to apologize for the path God has taken me through.

My Story Is Bigger Than One Church

New Birth is part of my story.

Salem is part of my story.

Holy Name Cathedral is part of my story.

City of Refuge is part of my story.

Chicago is part of my story.

Los Angeles is part of my story.

Compton is part of my story.

And every difficult season taught me something.

I have spent enough time trying to explain myself to people who were never there.

Now, I am focused on what comes next.

I have survived too much to become distracted by everybody else's expectations of who I should be.

I know what I have done.

I know where I have served.

I know what I believe.

And most importantly

I know who my Father is.

So, respectfully, I am going to keep doing what I believe I was called to do.

I MUST BE ABOUT MY FATHER'S BUSINESS.

AUGUST 2026: FROM BUILDING MY BUSINESS TO WATCHING HISTORY UNFOLD IN LAS VEGAS

August 2026 A Month of Business, History, Emotions, and Full-Circle Moments

If I had to describe August 2026 in one word, it would be FULL-CIRCLE.

This month reminded me that sometimes God will allow you to stand in the middle of history while simultaneously forcing you to confront your own history.

August wasn't simply about what happened around me. It was about what was happening inside of me.

I watched my business vision become more real. I witnessed a major presidential visit to Las Vegas. And then, almost unbelievably, Las Vegas became the courtroom where one of hip-hop's most famous unsolved murders was finally being examined by a jury.

Some months are ordinary.

August was not.

MY BUSINESS: FROM AN IDEA TO SOMETHING REAL

One of the biggest accomplishments of this season has been completing the work necessary to establish and organize C.A.V. Enterprises LLC.

For me, this wasn't just paperwork.

It represented survival.

It represented persistence.

It represented all the times I had an idea and wondered whether I would ever have the financial resources, stability, confidence, or circumstances to actually build it.

C.A.V. Enterprises represents much more than a company name. It represents the woman I am becoming.

I have spent years working for other people, solving other people's problems, selling other people's products, answering other people's phones, and helping other people's businesses make money.

Now I am building something that belongs to me.

That realization is emotional.

Because entrepreneurship isn't glamorous when you're living through the beginning.

There are licenses.

There are permits.

There are applications.

There are fees.

There are mistakes.

There are things you don't know until you are already doing them.

There are moments when you wonder whether you're actually building a business or simply creating another mountain for yourself to climb.

But then you look back and realize:

I DID IT.

The business isn't just an idea anymore.

It has structure.

It has a name.

It has a vision.

It has potential.

And most importantly, it has me behind it.

LAS VEGAS: WHERE BUSINESS AND HISTORY COLLIDE

Living in Las Vegas has taught me something I didn't fully understand when I arrived here.

Las Vegas is constantly changing.

One minute you're thinking about your business, your bills, your next move and your future.

The next minute, something nationally significant is happening right outside your door.

That's exactly what happened in August.

President Donald Trump came to Las Vegas on August 5 and delivered remarks at Red Rock Casino Resort & Spa.

For me, seeing a presidential event happening in the city where I am building my next chapter was another reminder of just how unusual my journey has become.

I wasn't watching history from Chicago.

I wasn't watching it from Mississippi.

I was watching it from Las Vegas.

And that matters to me because this city has become the backdrop for a completely different version of my life.

I am not the same woman who arrived here.

THEN CAME TUPAC

And then there was Tupac.

There is something almost surreal about watching the Duane "Keffe D" Davis trial unfold in Las Vegas nearly thirty years after Tupac Shakur was killed on a Las Vegas night.

Jury selection began in August, and opening statements followed on August 17. Davis has pleaded not guilty to the murder charge.

By August 26, prosecutors had rested their case after presenting testimony and evidence from numerous witnesses, including recordings involving Davis.

And by the end of the month, the trial was moving toward closing arguments.

That is an extraordinary thing to process.

Tupac was only 25 years old when he died.

For an entire generation, his death became one of those stories that never really ended.

There were theories.

There were accusations.

There were documentaries.

There were songs.

There were interviews.

There were books.

There were arguments about who knew what and who was responsible.

And now, almost three decades later, the questions are being examined inside a Las Vegas courtroom.

That alone is emotional.

THE WEIGHT OF WAITING FOR JUSTICE

Watching the Tupac trial has made me think about how differently justice operates in real life compared with how we imagine it should operate.

We want answers immediately.

We want accountability immediately.

We want people to admit what they did.

We want witnesses to remember everything perfectly.

We want evidence to be undeniable.

But sometimes decades pass.

People die.

Memories change.

Stories change.

Evidence disappears.

And the people left behind are forced to live with unanswered questions.

One of the most striking developments this month was testimony from retired Las Vegas homicide detective Dan Long, who said he believed Davis' account at the time but acknowledged that investigators could not independently verify key parts of Davis' story.

That is the difficult part of a trial.

A courtroom isn't supposed to determine what sounds good.

It is supposed to determine what the evidence proves.

And that distinction matters.

TUPAC'S LEGACY IS BIGGER THAN THE TRIAL

Regardless of what ultimately happens in court, Tupac's cultural impact is undeniable.

People aren't simply remembering a rapper.

They are remembering a voice.

A young Black man who became an international symbol of anger, vulnerability, ambition, pain, rebellion, creativity and survival.

His music spoke about poverty, violence, racism, family, relationships, ambition and the contradictions of life.

That's why people still care.

That's why people are still watching.

That's why nearly thirty years later, people still want answers.

The trial isn't capable of bringing Tupac back.

Nothing can.

But it can force people to revisit what happened and examine the evidence.

And sometimes history requires that.

AUGUST MADE ME THINK ABOUT MY OWN STORY

Watching all of this has caused me to reflect on my own life.

I have had my own unanswered questions.

My own disappointments.

My own losses.

My own moments when I wondered whether anyone would ever listen to my side of the story.

And perhaps that's why the word justice carries so much emotional weight for me.

I understand what it feels like to want someone to hear you.

But August also reminded me of something important:

I cannot spend the rest of my life waiting for someone else to validate my story.

At some point, I have to build my future.

That's what my business represents.

That's what this next chapter represents.

I AM LEARNING TO SEPARATE MY PAST FROM MY FUTURE

There is a version of me that spent an enormous amount of energy trying to understand why certain things happened.

Why certain people treated me the way they did.

Why opportunities disappeared.

Why relationships changed.

Why some people I trusted weren't trustworthy.

Why certain chapters ended the way they did.

But I am beginning to understand that there is a difference between getting answers and getting your life back.

Sometimes you don't get the answer you wanted.

Sometimes you never get an apology.

Sometimes the person who hurt you never understands the damage they caused.

And sometimes you have to decide that your future is more important than your need to make the past make sense.

That's where I am.

AUGUST WAS ALSO ABOUT RECLAIMING MY NAME

Completing the setup of my LLC represents something deeply personal.

I am putting my name behind something again.

My ideas.

My creativity.

My experience.

My work ethic.

My vision.

My ability to serve people.

My ability to create opportunities.

My ability to build.

After years of feeling like circumstances, other people, employers, relationships and institutions could determine what happened next in my life, entrepreneurship gives me something different:

Ownership.

Not just ownership of a company.

Ownership of my future.

WHAT I TAKE AWAY FROM AUGUST

August taught me several lessons.

1. BUILD EVEN WHEN YOUR LIFE ISN'T PERFECT.

You don't need perfect circumstances to start creating something.

2. YOUR STORY IS STILL BEING WRITTEN.

A difficult chapter doesn't mean the book is finished.

3. HISTORY CAN TAKE DECADES TO UNFOLD.

The Tupac case is a powerful reminder that unanswered questions can remain unanswered for a very long time.

4. JUSTICE AND CLOSURE ARE NOT ALWAYS THE SAME THING.

A verdict cannot undo a loss. An apology cannot erase history. But accountability can still matter.

5. STOP WAITING FOR PERMISSION.

At some point, you have to decide that your dream deserves a chance.

6. LAS VEGAS HAS BECOME PART OF MY STORY.

The city that was once simply a destination has become the place where I am rebuilding.

My businesses.

My confidence.

My independence.

My future.

AUGUST 2026: I WILL REMEMBER THIS MONTH

When I look back at August 2026, I don't think I'll remember it as just another month.

I'll remember completing another major step in building C.A.V. Enterprises.

I'll remember watching major events unfold in Las Vegas.

I'll remember the surreal feeling of seeing a presidential event in my own city.

I'll remember watching the Tupac murder trial bring a nearly thirty-year-old case back into the national conversation.

But most of all, I'll remember what all of it made me realize about myself.

Life can change in ways you never expect.

You can move across the country.

You can lose things you thought you would keep forever.

You can start over.

You can become an entrepreneur after spending decades working for other people.

You can find yourself standing in Las Vegas watching history happen while simultaneously creating your own history.

And maybe that's the real lesson of August.

I don't have to know exactly how the story ends to know that I am still writing it.

The past may explain me.

It may have shaped me.

It may have hurt me.

But it does not get to own my future.

I'm building.

I'm learning.

I'm healing.

I'm creating.

I'm becoming.

And as August comes to an end, I am walking into September with one thing that I didn't have at the beginning of so many other chapters of my life:

A clearer understanding that my next chapter belongs to me.

 Chevy

August 2026

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