Hello, everyone. Today is me & my twin sister, Brandy's 40th birthday. The gang stalking network made threats to not let me live to see my 40th birthday. But I'm still here. My oldest sister, Belinda, whom we never got to meet because of foster care, passed away at 40 years old. Right after she turned 40. After all this birthday cupcake & ice cream enjoyment, I hope to try (can't promise, but will try) to make better food choices. The government is getting scarier & scarier with what they're doing to our food. I need to take my biblical life & physical health more seriously. Here's a fiction short story.
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Quanda is on her way to see her niece, Tameka, in the emergency room. Tameka had a life-threatening health scare. The strange thing is, Tameka isn't overweight. Everyone in the family is confused about how a skinny person could possibly have such bad health. Some people thought that the doctors just wanted money. Tameka was hospitalized for intensive inpatient care for 5 weeks.
Dr. Jenkins put Tameka on a restricted diet. She also gave Tameka the option of medication, but she refused, because of the harmful side effects. Tameka felt discouraged about her fears of not being able to enjoy good food anymore. The end of her favorite cuisine, which is soul food.
Tameka constantly murmured & complained about never getting to eat all those fried foods anymore. Every time she complained, her Aunt Quanda would tell her, "The REAL soul food is food that God created, to give us life! 'Dem fried neck bones we be eatin' is toxic, DEAD food that's killin' us Black folk. You don't wanna die so young, do you?"
Tameka thought long & hard, laying up in that hospital bed. She was trying to hold back tears.
After Dr. Jenkins released Tameka from the hospital on the way out, Tameka & her Aunt Quanda saw a bulletin flyer for a free natural health workshop. Quanda figured that it was God's proper timing for Tameka to get a wakeup call. She always gave Tameka tough love.
She turned to Tameka & asked, "Now do you wanna go to this workshop or not? It's free!" She gave Tameka this manipulative look, widening her eyes like how narcissistic abusers do. Tameka felt like her Aunt Quanda was making her decision for her.
Tameka held her head down & said underneath her breath, "Yeah, I'll go."
A retired registered dietitian, named Glendon Blase Reynolds, led the workshop in Kennesaw, Georgia, entitled, "Is Soul Food Killing Us?". He even warned & educated people about the dangers of microwaves, fast food, genetically altered food & processed food & gave examples of how to eat natural food, as God intended. It opened many people's eyes. Yes. A true wakeup call. Many people were disappointed about how deceived they have been, for so many years. They thought about all of the lives of their close loved ones lost, due to all of that good eating.
Mr. Reynolds gave away a generous 20 raffle tickets for prizes, like cold pressed juicers, blenders, cast iron skillets, a gardening seed kit, a gift basket of truffle oil, coconut oil, olive oil, avocado oil & cod liver oil, & a farmers market gift certificate worth $75. Quanda won the raffle for 1 of the juicers. She was excited, like as if she won on "The Price Is Right" TV show or something. Tameka didn't win anything, but she was fine with that.
It was Tameka's 28th birthday, & she was in for a surprise catered party. Her Aunt Quanda made her an all natural, organic almond flour birthday cake with unfiltered, raw honey, natural eggs olive oil, sweet potato & other natural ingredients. Instead of food coloring for the icing, juice from carrots, beets & spinach were used. Tameka couldn't tell the difference. She was AMAZED! Quanda does catering for a living, as it is.
It turns out that Quanda was able to still enjoy her favorite Soul Food cuisine, but just without the toxic ingredients. She went this way & never looked back. She even found out that natural foods not only taste better, but they help heal her body & make her feel better. She even discovered that celery juice is her new favorite juice, rather than Sunny D.
THE END
***** The perps kept vibrating my body the ENTIRE time I worked on this short story. I couldn't even concentrate. But I tried my best.