A year ago, I was offered to go to a nightclub to battle a Voguer individually by a few homies of mine and I was getting excited about it, since I thought about the guy's offer that if I won, I would get paid $135.00, plus the Prize Money that the audience would bet on me if I went. Anyway, I went to the Richmond Outreach Center two months later to see a play called, "Lord, I Don't Wanna Be a Thug No Mo'," and smelled the scent to blood and urine as the building was filled into the shape of a basketball court. As I sat there, I watched a man pull out a stage gun [like the ones they use in the plays] and heard sounds of stage gunshots. After the play was over, I saw the cast of the play stand behind one man and the man's voice boomed, "If there is anyone who is in any of these lifestyles as you have seen, in the Name of Jesus, I command you to come now!" Scratching myself and twitching like Smokey on the movie, "Friday," I felt cold cobwebs down my spine, so I got up and walked with my head down.
After the man prayed while touching my head, he told me to write down my name, address, my former home church, my cell number, my pastor's number, the name of my former home church, and other information. Then, he told me to stand in the back.
As I was standing in the back, a lady walked toward me in, "One, two, skip to my Lou," rhythm, sneaking up to somebody's shoulder. As I stood there, wrapping myself with my arms, a voice whispered, "So, what led you to walk to the altar?" Calmly, I said, "Long story." And from then on, we talked about how her character, a drug-dealer's girlfriend and a prostitute, scared me and she calmed me down by saying, "It's okay."
A month later, I told her that I was about to battle this Voguer and immediately she texted me and said, "Don't go to the club. It's a trap set!" monotonously. During those words, she yelled at me from 11:42 a.m. to 1:47 p.m. in my left ear [where I had an ear infection at] first, then yelled at me while getting me to read James 1:13-14 on the same night of the same day- November 5, 2010! From then on, she then told me that she was a terpsichorean [stripper] and that she was smoking weed, drinking and clubbing when she was 19 years old! Pacing back and forth, I yelled louder to the ceiling and shook my body continuously.
As my college semester was ending, I was doing project after project, yet on each day, the woman hated what my professors taught me of. My history professor showed us the movie, "Gangs of New York," and in it, I visualized of my ex-boyfriend [whom I was dating at the time] and she hated it. But also, she lied about it. Not saying her name or anything, but I was showed of the knowledge of Hip-Hop video vixens a long time ago, so when she lied to me about everything, I grew more suspicious. Come to find out, she lied to me about Jay-Z and Damon Dash and how she's supposed to have out an album right now. And me? (Laughs.) Well, to this day, I am doing everything I can to expose her for who she is. So, when I say, "Don't get in the Fresh Water," I mean that her nickname, "Fresh Water," was from her perspective in a conversation I had with her recently and in it, she spoke of herself getting the name from a group of Praise Dancers (she's a Praise Dancer now) at her mega church and changed the meaning from her former co-workers' meaning to her meaning. But ironically, I'll never know what her name means. So, don't get in the Fresh Water, for if you do, you will spiritually drown, according to Revelation 2:20
