The wind was whipping hard,
The roars hummed loud and crossed.
The water dirty, waves thunderous and rising,
Pounding on a seashore that is slowly disappearing.

I held myself firmly, standing on the ground,
But sooner or later it’s going to throw me down
Hurricane Allen was serious and intended on taking the hit,
So I pulled myself with all I got and bravely did my bit.

The News must to go on,
Whatever the mood, the place or situation.
This area was confirmed perilous and must immediately be vacated,
But the handful of a die-hearted news crew held on so devoted.

To a belief, a life, an oath of merit,
The news must go on, to hell with the spirit.
So that’s some of what it takes,
To have the news on the airways.


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 Often nowadays, I talk to me,

About the darkest, saddest things there be.

I told myself, I told you so.

Years of troubles, a heavy heart of woe,

I barely remembered the good few,

The almost could call it, happy times I knew.



Immersed in money of a terrible heart,

Thinking that was all it takes to be  apart.

But the burden it brought will forever be,

The scars, the dents behind a broken me.

Not one grand moment? Yet ignore the frustrations,

Soothed by the gallivanting of high life commotions.



Not one pleasant, special rhapsody of sentiments,

To ease my regrets at the passing of moments.

Hell is a terrible monster, an incomparable one,

He stops you dead in your tracks,

And rush you to levels of pulsating attacks.

When he shouts even the deaf hears,

Leaving you trembling and wet with fear.



Hell is nearer than a heartbeat away,

For he owns a spot in you to stay.

If you dare let him, by the weakness you show.

Now looking back, but what for though?

As all now’s left is just blankness and a heart of woe.


Introducing The New Novel: L.B. YOU’RE TOO HOT

This is my newest adult fiction.

About The Novel:

‘LB You’re Too Hot’ is a fictional novel from the adult genre for Romance with a touch of mystery and suspense. The novel uncovers the high-end lifestyles of two prominent and ruthless drug kingpins out of the Island of Jamaica and their mission to stay on to. How their decisions affect the people around them. How they manipulated and control the system— the politics, the police force, the army, the common gunman and the general middle, low-class and anyone who attracts their interest. We all have one thing in common and that’s the need to have MONEY to support our daily lives.


Lennox Black wasn’t the usual seventeen year-old boy. In fact he was cunning, alert, both book-smart and street-smart, and a popular footballer of the outstanding Ardenne High School. Among his attributes; he was notoriously wealthy, cocky and ruthless. A seriously handsome face carried on by a dark, lean six-footed frame and was adored by his peers. He was a popular choice for the girls and had broken more hearts than he possibly could remember.

Everyone called him LB and well-known as the little brother of Speng. One of Kingston’s most influential Political Activist, bandulu Lawyer, leader of Speng Posse and President of Speng Group of Companies. The oldest and most elusive mafia companies on the island. LB was well-respected, as well as feared and was every girl’s dream love. But he wasn’t just looking for romance with a smart and beautiful girl. He was wild and his wanton desires yearned for much more than that. He had it all, yet he wanted something much more than the ordinary; someone unique, perhaps someone who could stop him dead in his tracks, but someone out-of- the-world stunning, amazing inside and out. But it must be someone with reverberating effect that he had to feel affections for the next day, and even the day after that, he thought, feeling bereft of an unusual yearning.

Then he ran into a total stranger, someone from a different side of the track. Meeting Barbie created the jolt LB hadn’t expected and a fever he never felt before swept his entire being and reminded him of a-longed-for desire, that one peculiar yearning. Her perfection was striking and he saw everything he needed right there in front of him—A mind blowing real life doll; a model of a different make and taste. He was breathless to the point of nervousness, and he didn’t know who she was or where she was going. Having used to beautiful and rich girls throwing themselves helplessly at him. He thought everything was a finger snap away, but Barbie was the opposite of all his previous conquests. And there was nothing he could do to change that, or the way her image penetrated his being, his brain, mesmerizing and tormenting him.

But Barbie was the precious daughter of Speng’s longtime rival; Chrome, Civil Engineer and C.E.O. of Black Chrome Operations which was the largest local mafia operation on the international market. They were known for drugs, guns, ammunitions, money laundering, robbery, murder and the list went on. The two companies had a longtime feud. Speng’s Group of Companies was operating unethically, and disregarding the radical code of the business; dominating all the markets, devouring Black Chrome’s territories, money and clients with it, and that had to end.



She was called Barbie, a short version for her name Barbra-Annette; a pert, sassy, smart-mouthed teenager, but also sweet-natured, and completed with a spell bounding beauty. Growing up in Brooklyn, New York had cultivated a rare personality, moulded with the genes of her notorious paternity. She lived on a rich spread on Long Island. On a large country property in a mansion fit for a princess, but her friends were far from royalty and summed up to a mix of locals out of Manhattan, Brooklyn, Bronx and Queens Heartlands. She would go to Jamaica every so often, but wasn’t sure why she couldn’t live there as she would rather.

Yay! Bless whatever had changed that? She stifled down an outburst of triumphant laughter. Her heart was racing with exhilaration of the news! She was going to the island, and preparing to start a new high school. Un-fuck-ing-believable. She was in a cloud of daze. She didn’t think she hated her mother but they had a volatile relationship. She tried to mask her excitement from Cathy as she prance about after the news. Fuck it! She didn’t want to come off as ungrateful but her dad was her favorite of the two. Christ! What the fuck of course she loved Cathy. She thought aloud, trying to convince herself.

In the meantime there was a plot masterminded by her father Black Chrome, which was to deceive and defeat Speng at all cost. But Barbie had ulterior motives— to even out a long time score with LB that he had no recollection of. She had never met the dude, but a year ago, he had made a total fool of her elder half-sister; Sweets, who helplessly fell in love with him, only to find out afterwards that she was just the regular one nightstand to him. LB must pay for his sins, as well as that of his brother’s and those Good-for-nothing companies they operated.

Barbie’s angelic face was mercilessly in deep thoughts about a dangerous deception that overshadowed her stunning beauty. She inhaled the pleasant air-conditioned oxygen of American Airlines jumbo jet and couldn’t wait for the final fifteen minutes airborne, before touchdown. The jet’s engine hummed steadily, and for the first time she paid attention to the comforts of first class. Finally everything seemed right. She had finally grown up and she decided that the universe wanted her to be here now! This was the best move she decided. Although one part of her was clinging desperately to school back in New York, and the other part breathe an anxiety, muddle up with excitement to see Chrome, her sister and the beautiful island’s beaches again. She was almost in a state of confusion. Three years seemed very long but it was the perfect space of time to eradicate out of that innocent little cocoon and transitioned into the matured, classy and smart sweet-sixteen, creating a lot of raised eye brows, and much rumpus. And this gave her an extra edge— a particular sweet supremacy, she thought provocatively.

American Airlines touched down smoothly and trotted for a while before it jammed into a terminal. Barbie’s bright brown eyes shot across first class and began to scan briefly the handful of first class passengers preparing for exit. Among the small elite bunch were a group of dark suited old men, three men from India and two hostesses. She didn’t spot anyone in her own age group which would definitely give her something challenging to do. At the least, she could critique their fashion and perhaps suggest a few handy tips to herself. With nothing else to do, she folded thin arms and sat staring blankly for a few minutes.

Then she saw him. Fuck, who the heck is that? The most handsome guy she had ever laid eyes on. Luckily he’d sat some rows in front on the opposite side to the corner; otherwise he would definitely hear her pounding scattered heartbeats. Good thing, she’d just noticed him too, for probably she would be compelled to lower her standards a little and stare. He was seriously attractive and her heart stopped blank as he strolled smoothly towards the cockpit door. Please look at me bitch… dude! She crossed her fingers willing him to turn around. She was breathless and suddenly all her confusion about leaving New York and breaking away from her school, her BFF Missy and all her friends was behind her. She stared blankly at her future, as he coolly strolled farther away and not even noticing she was there. Fuck! She thought speechless.



Barbie’s eyes roamed anxiously, desperately through the crowd on the immigration floor, hoping she would see her newest conquest but without luck. Instead she stood disappointed, groping with his image that was vividly engraved in her head, possessing her.

“Hallo.” A voice on the end of the line savagely croaked. “Boss, the flight’s here. We’re at the entrance, any minute now she should be coming out.” Banton reported. “Good, but if anything call Stamma and get inside there. Just keep me posted,” was Chrome’s brusque reply.

Banton was one of the top twelve special confidantes of Black Chrome’s Operations. He was a former Special Branch Detective who was one of the four officers kicked off the Force on guns and murder related charges five years ago. Chrome was cold, ruthless, and powerful and had close to half of the Police Force in Kingston city on his Payroll. He was a billionaire Civil Engineer, a Political Activist from the ruling political party; The People’s National Party and known for his philanthropy and influence and as well was most feared. He had under his company’s umbrella, several of the city’s poorest inner-city villages, feeding, employing and taking care of thousands of people from those deprived garrison communities.

The Immigration officer took Barbie’s American passport and flipped through it for a second before saying, “Welcome back Miss Tavares-Finson.” Barbie slightly nodded, and flashed her usual innocent baby smile at him, and the poor middle-age officer melted. He wanted to say more while he stamped her book but dared not with such a restless crowd hanging behind. She was a beauty and made his day. She impatiently pulled her book from the officer’s hand as he took his own time handing it back to her. Fuck you grand pa, whatever you thinking… believe me …not interested, she sucked her teeth and thought impatiently. She pulled long, sleek reddish-brown hair from her straight face and pertly strolled off. “Enjoy your visit.” The officer quickly added after her with a grin.
She had definitely got this mixed fiery watery attitude from her dad? She contemplated a little before deciding she was exactly like him. He often said it too. She worshipped the thought. She worshipped the ground he walked on and her mother Cathy already accepted that he was Barbie’s favorite. Chrome had spunk, a big heart and detested a snail or stupidity. He was quick, alert, sharp, outspoken and always planning ahead. Barbie was like him. Always never act without a plan-B, he thought her. He taught her everything. Down to defending herself from low down jerks like the immigration officer. She is fifty percent Caucasian by her mother and fifty percentPortuguese by her dad. The lethal Tavares-Finson bloodline ran deep within her, recreating and molding her into what she stood for and who she was.

Her grandfather was the villainous Drug Lord Tavares; known for money laundering, drug trafficking, extortion and criminal activities, ranging from the U.S., U.K., Columbia and Jamaica. He had staged his own death to escape a prison sentence on his bail and afterwards flee to the Japan and had never returned to the island. Barbie had vague memories of him, and had last seen him when she was around nine or so. His mother on the other hand was an ambitious local Kingston hooker, who was a regular on the downtown Kingston Harbor, when the white Sailors usually dock their ships in the early sixties. Her grandfather’s birth was a result of one of those wild stories.

Clad in flattering, soft leather red mini body hugging dress, with side slits almost up to her hip and brown three-inch stiletto heels LV pumps, Barbie clutched her matching LV handbag and brushed the compliment aside. She didn’t think she was prejudice, but when a compliment came from a fat and ugly old-timer, it’s bound to turn up her stomach. It was unusually crowded for a Sunday afternoon and all she wanted now was to get out of that God forsaken place and go in search this new dude. Fuck I have to find him. With that mindset she made her way along the floor headed towards baggage claim.

It was already the middle of the brand New Year of 1999 and she felt baffled how time flies. The celebration and follies of Christmas was still lingering at the back of her mind, yet it was the middle of June and she would be starting a new school in another two months. She noticed there were lingering decorations as well, some of which were piled up no doubt for disposal. She made her, “this drop dead diva ruled the floor bitch so give way” entranceand had several eyes turning in her direction. Fiercely she tried to find a good spot by the carousel as it was already crowded.

Mechanically her eyes checked and searched the floor for him. She noticed lots of look-able dudes and acknowledges a few hails, but none as interesting. She was anxious and thoughts of the one dude stuck out in her head forcing out everything else. Finally the warning signal and red light of the carousel started to flash and disrupt her briefly and she squeezed a slim frame between the crowds that was gathered and positioned herself to grab her Louis Vutton.

LB was his usual coolness and took his own time as he strolled along the floor. He was on his Blackberry and appeared to be enjoying the conversation. His lean six-foot frame stood tall and elegantly casual in white Spangy pants and matching sport jacket. His outfit was donned off with a pair of the popular Gucci All-star boots, baseball cap and a Gucci laptop bag, hang from across one shoulder.

“I’ll call you back my youth.” his smooth Kingston accent told whoever it was that was on the other end of the line. Damn, what the… he almost said aloud. Something grabbed his attention. He was impressed by this rareness, that he had never seen before and one word came to his lips…Barbie! Holy fuck, that’s the perfect name he was going to give this cutie today, no later, he decided confidently.

LB usually got his way. He was like that; cool, confident, sharp, quick-witted, tell you about experience. He had no problems with the opposite sex. His biggest advantage was his looks—attractive, a ruggedly handsome face and his unique personality.

Barbie was beautifully proportioned; skinny built, but carefully curved with an ass to die for, standing around five feet, six inches tall. Her stiletto gave her a super model advantage and LB loved a girl in heels. It’s a sign of class to him. He was pleased that she hadn’t seen him, so he could fully immerse himself in the task of inspecting and analyzing his new product. Funny most of the girls who stumbled dangerously under his spell hadn’t allowed him that one vital interlude. He wanted to see the truth, like viewing from a crystal ball. The same way his old seventy year-old grandmother does it, as she reads her clients from her crystal ball. That’s powerful, he smiled at the thought. He was wearing Gautier. The cologne was classy, yet rugged as him and it played a fiddle with his body chemistry, making John Paul his favorite.

Barbie recognized the scent. It was her dad’s favorite and her heart skipped a beat at the thought that he had come personally to get her. Holy fuck it’s him! With excitement dancing in her eyes to see her father again, Barbie quickly turned around that instant. She was missing him terribly. Her usual innocent half-smile blended with provocation at her father’s big surprise and lit up her face as her jaws dropped opened.

Holy fuck, it’s him…the fucking dude! She fetched desperately for breath and was suddenly red-hot blushing. Her face was burning. She couldn’t help it.

LB had a mix of Indian and African bloodline. His dark hair was a low-cut and wavy at the top. He had a long handsome face emerging from an evened dark skin-tone and a straight nose bridge. High cheekbones stood rigid and enhanced the sexiest set of lips ever. They were unusual and kissable and Barbie had wanton thoughts of French kisses and her glossy full lips instantly felt dry. He was pulling her in, stifling her and confusing her principles right there on the spot. He was lethally handsome and she had to know him. There was nothing she could do now at this point. This was the dude who could make her let down her guards and fall helplessly in love. This was love at fucking first sight, no doubt! Missy her Brooklyn best friend swore on her mother’s dead grave that there was no such fucking love at first sight. So what the heck’s happening to me then… She stared desperately, confusedly, helplessly into a set of the softest, dreamiest dark brown eyes and beyond. I must have you dude, it’s just plain like that. She decided crucially.

“Hi Barbie,” he was saying, “You’re the sweetest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.” LB’s voice was cool and steady. He looked amused by something and said this with much self-assurance, “Excuse me?” She was even more shock now. Fuck, he knows who I am? Barbie shot light brown eyes at him questioningly, while trying to keep her scattered nerves intact.

“I’m Lennox.” He whispered pleasantly. LB never introduced himself to anyone using his first name. He didn’t need to. Everyone already knew him as LB and that was enough. Hello! He was the popular little brother of The Speng, Speng Black, daah— Speng’s Group of companies, pick up the relations yet? Chrome’s biggest rival on the drug trafficking market, everyone would  add with effort.

Speng was well-known. He was also a billionaire, a bandulu, con-artist Lawyer, Politician, Drug Trafficker, Extortionist, Murderer, Crook, Rapist and only God alone knew what else, but he was popular. Everyone on the island knew him or feared him and those who don’t, knew the name well. “You know me dude?” She was totally savage now as the haunting Tavares-Finson blood boiled over in her veins.

“Funny, cause if I had, you would have already been my wife.” LB replied seriously pleasant. Barbie gaped, amazed at his severe frankness and was now fully compelled by his unusual personality, somewhat proper and polite as well as poetic. Some joke? She almost hissed, but instead her famous provocative mouth corner curl appeared and this only happened when she was really impressed.

“With such an endearing beauty, I’m surprised you don’t have a ton of body guards.” He looked around for a minute. Hearing his statement triggered off a slight smile and the other passengers by the carousel observed admiringly. LB held his heart and faked a staggering heart attack. Standing upright again after that show, he said. ” you know you are a powerful beauty. Where have you been all this time my angel?”

She seriously mesmerized him. How odd, no woman before had possessed that special gift, that one weapon to do such a thing. He was the greatest womanizer ever. It made him reckless, fearless, powerful and without heart. But today, he began a mental check up.

Her half masked smile, aloofness and controlled behavior told him something else immediately about her. She wasn’t the usual type. The girl looked intently into his eyes, which was an exquisitely smart tactic to take total advantage of your prey. This one was no pushover. A smart one and that tantalized his spirit completely. Most of the girls he knew were easy, weak, too friendly and too goody-goody and was ready to give everything, even when they know it wasn’t enough. They were willing to do any and everything and had no real plans. His restless blood craved a challenge like the girl who stood defiantly facing him, trying to penetrate his innermost darkest, most disturbing thoughts and that excited him.

Barbie knew her dad had tons of enemies and tons of securities all around as well. She was no helpless dame. Her father had raised and equipped her well, so she never practiced to take easily to flattery and asked LB in a stern, but polite voice. “Tell me dude, do you know me, really?” She was completely intrigued, suspicious now. This is some serious shit she began to think…gotta make sure of this motherfucker who’s threatening to steal my heart.

“You look exactly like a Barbie doll and it’s a thing with me to nickname everyone, so today and forever I’m calling you my Barbie,” and for the first time he cracked a smile, which was rugged and sexy and cool, all at the same time. She breathed out some relief. Thanks holy mother of Jesus, he didn’t know me from Adams, as that would just fuck up thing.

“Well, too late dude, my name is already Barbie.” Now see who has the last laugh. She stared provocatively, almost mockingly at him now.

He stared at her looking defeated for a second, then he spoke. “Well I think it’s very fitting, and still my choice.” His face was now unreadable, probably blank.

Observing him, she quickly spoke. “Oh, good to meet you Lennox, now we’re both formally introduced.” Barbie held out a hand for a casual shake, only that he pulled her off guard into a sweet embrace and she struggled with an urge to devour his sexy fresh breath lips. “May I have your number? I’d love to see you again Barbie, for real.” His warm breath for a moment, caressed her ear.

“Give me yours.” She pulled out of his embrace  and bravely challenged. Holy fuck he likes me back, yes, she thought in triumph. But LB had yet to absorb this. This fucking foreign chick have strong backbone, he grimaced. Never before had any girl give him an order. They wouldn’t dare. His eyes flickered with disapproval and he almost glided back into the old LB. Something told him she might not call, but he knew too well it was dangerous to push someone like Barbie, so he left things to fate. But he knew he would see her again, if he had to move heaven and earth, he decided.

Her two Louis Vutton cases appeared on the moving carousel. They were beside each other and she quickly pulled one-off and before she knew it, LB plucked the other and slipped a card into her hand that minute. This fucking dude is sharp, she observed. She barely thanked him before her cell phone went off. “Talk to you soon.” She whispered, waving her hand at him and went towards checkout. After her phone call ended, she glanced around hoping to get another look at him, but Lennox was nowhere to be found.





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This poetry is meant to be only a reflection of slavery in an artistic and poetic fashion, and  carries no ill-feelings. 


We were divided by their will and might,

Break up our humble little families with great fight,

In a struggle, with tears and prayers of our anguish,

We are separated and stock traded off in big ships.

From Motherland Africa to parts of the world by Babylon’s wicked scheme,

They say because my black, our black, is less than human being.


To them we are strong, ugly and animalistic,

Little did they know, Jah with his divine invention made us mystic?

They say we have no right; no place; no feelings, no heart,

Because we’re black, so we have no lot, no part.

Please tell us, tell me, is my black less than?

Last time that I checked, I was human.


Tell me if when I hurt and cry, isn’t it pain I feel,

Or when I smile, it comes from a heart -a-heal.

Back-ra says it’s like magic, we belong to the land,

And favor the soil, like no one else can.

From birth, we tilled it, bound by their regiment’s call.

Who then rob our very existence; our esteem, our all.




Working us, flogging us into submission, raping and murdering our race,

Doing all in their might;  to get us out of this place.

But tell us, tell me right now! Is my black less than?

In this place, on mother earth, am I not human?


Written by: Ann Marie McKenzie

August 2012


















This is a new unedited short story that I recently started working on and want to share a few chapters with you guys to see what you think of it. It is romance fiction with a little mystery so your comments are welcome and you can hit the like button if you find it interesting, thanks. 

About the story:

Angel Evers is the stunningly beautiful international model at the peak of her career, appearing on the covers of popular magazines, fashion shows, television interviews and touring many parts of the world. Despite all of  this; she was deeply sad and secretly yearning for the love of her best friend’s cousin, Cee Goldman. Little did she know that Cee had felt the same way about her for a very long time, but there was one fatal obstacle that Angel had never imagine that was keeping them apart.


 It all started that humid Friday evening in late July when Angel’s first summer experience in Texas was becoming a reality. She lived in Connecticut where it was mostly damp or cold. Stardom came with a price; being an international model certainly had its perks. Cover Girl for Glamour Magazine July’s issue and center fold for Elle had landed her a series of contracts that had her manager cackling over and praising her. She had a week-long exposition in Texas and surprisingly she loved every minute of it except for the radical temperature. They treated her like royalty out there and she was well paid for her appearances.


Leah barely got off American Airlines at JFK when she called Angel. Eager and excited to hear a familiar voice Angel answered on the first ring.

“Hello?” She chimed pleasantly.

“What’s up Miss World? How’s the weather out east?” Leah asked flippantly.

“Terrible, am trying to stay in-doors as much though.” Angel replied, maintaining her good spirited tone.

“Can’t imagine, coming from paradise.” Leah chuckled.

“How’s Jamaica?” Angel asked eagerly, thinking of the beaches and cool breeze at Bluffields Beach.

“J-A nice every time but you know if Cee was there, I’d probably stayed longer.” Leah announced.

“So you’re finally home, yay!” Angel squealed.

“Yay! I’m really here.” Leah mimicked feverishly back and continued to speak.  “Just chilling little bit till Cee gets here.”

Angel’s breathing accelerated at hearing the mention of Cee’s name. She tried to sound cool instead squeaked out in a surprise tone. “Cee picking you up from the airport?”

“And I told him I’d rather take a cab you know, but he insisted.” Leah gloated in the lie.

“You and Cee are really tight, not many cousins get on so well you know.” Angel said wistfully.

“You know how am always telling you how over protective of me he’s always been. He loves me so much.” Leah fell into a fit of giggles.

Angel felt confused for a minute. “Not really, other than you always joked about controlling his brains and manipulating him at your beck and calls.” Angel rolled over her eyes at Leah’s surprisingly weird behavior.

“Well, it’s just that he always value my advises.” She said sardonically and frowned silently on her end of the line.

Her intuition was right. Angel wanted Cee too and she was willing to do everything in her power to destroy that, she thought severely.

“Well you two are like Sikie and Trim.” Angel giggled back with intentional flattery.

“That’s so true.” Leah piped up and ended off in her famous annoying chuckle.

“You know you are the only friend of mine, who never show any feelings for Cee, you know, falling for him blindly.”

Leah knew her statement was completely out of context but she didn’t care and planned on wasting no more time baffling with her intentions. She held her breath and waited on her best friend’s response.

Whatever Leah intended, it was working and Angel weighed her words. She was caught off guard and felt sinfully guilty but she slowly retracts her emotions and giggled. “Really, so all your friends are man crazy or is this a compliment?”

“What do you think?” Leah faked a few giggles back, pissed at Angel’s response; how could she be friends with this bitch for so many years anyway, smh, miss prim and proper.

“Hey hang up! hang up! Cee’s calling. I’ll hit you up later.” Her mood flipped in an overdrive excitement.

“Say hi to Cee for…” and before Angel could finish speaking, the call was disconnected.

“Not a chance in hell, girlfriend smh.” Leah hissed as she moved along the boring line of passengers waiting to get in the next available taxi at JFK Airport parking lot.

There was no doubt Angel felt a fire for this man. It was this wild heart throbbing love him, fear him confused churning emotion. But her intuition told her that Leah would never be thrilled of them being together. She wasted no time to paint Cee as the reckless, heartless womanizing type and that Angel should beware of him using her. And to make matters worse, she kept remembering what Leah had told her; that he discuss down to his very sex life with her; Who gave him oral sex, from who him ate his load when he climaxed etcetera; they had no secrets. In truth Leah was just playing her best mind game with Angel to keep her away from Cee. As far as Angel could remember, her friendship with Leah went way back to their primary years. They’d spend most of their childhood back and forth each other’s house and both their families got to know one another as a result. Now adults, they are best friends or so it seemed? Leah was the assuming, impulsive and show-off type of the two girls, but behind all that façade, she had an undying secret. Angel was everything her name says. She was sweet-natured, classy and stunningly beautiful with a super model frame to die for, but she also had a secret unquenchable love crush on Leah’s attractive and popular cousin Cee .

Leah despised Angel for calling her Cee’s cousin and secretly unleashed a fume of wrathful thoughts. Cee is not my fucking cousin  for the millionth time b-i-a-t-c-h.  Her mind often screamed. as she sat in the back of the cab her thoughts drifted back on a recent conversation she had with Cee. She wished he was really picking her up from the airport. She was angry and bitter for how long? She just couldn’t remember. How could he have the audacity to ask her help to put in a good word for him to date Angel? Grrrr! For the past six months when they got together, all he wanted to jabber about was Angel. What was she doing? Where she was? Any new man since her divorce? Fuck this I’m not Angel’s PR she wanted to shout at him. He wasn’t being the sweet obliging best friend these days, she thought with resentment.  She had kept them apart for so long but somehow she just can’t pretend anymore. Cee was depending on her solely to tell Angel how he felt about her, and seriously to get him her contact number. What was she going to do? After how she’d felt for him all these years. How could she ever set them up?

Cee on the other hand had good faith that his sweet cousin Leah had been telling Angel of all his love confessions he shared so often with her and wondered why Angel hasn’t responded yet. Angel wasn’t like all the other women who had been throwing themselves recklessly at him forever. She was different and that threatened Leah’s intentions. She has been encouraging Cee that it was only a boyish infatuation that he was having for her best friend; obviously he doesn’t believe this anymore. This is now steering her inevitably into her plan B. For all Leah can remember they had grown up like twins and shared everything.This is tormenting her and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take of Cee’s pining about Angel. She’ll keep them apart as long as it takes. They’ll never be together not on her life, she swore. She had a string of unsuccessful boyfriends and hadn’t been able to loved one and it made her unhappy that her cousin by legal adoption had stolen her heart from a long time ago and will never love her the way she needed him to.

Cee was seriously handsome, rich, classy and laid back. His lean six footed frame moved with easy grace, usually clad in dark suits and memorable red checked neck ties more like a Main Street thing. He was dark-skinned of a half Indian descent. His usual neatly cut hair-do show-off clean-shaved side lines. His slender nose enhanced rigid and high cheekbones and the sexiest set of lips, just the thought of him build confusing excitement in Angel’s mind. After a refreshing bath, she sat in front of the hotel forty something inches television set. Her heart was in turmoil and lately she was thinking of Cee even more than the usual. She found herself thinking about him even during her busiest modeling sessions. For some strange reason, her mind started to wonder on the conversation he and Leah were having on the way from the airport to Brooklyn. She wanted to be straight with Leah for so long and pour out her heart truthfully to her best friend but every time she tried, Leah’s attitude would turn her away.

She sank in the plush king size bed of her Hilton hotel room, dressed in skimpy peach lingerie as she stared through the big flat screen TV.  Her mind floated right to a time, seven months ago. It was the evening of Christmas in Jamaica, a very special time for her and a memory she will always keep dear. Leah’s family had their annual Christmas get-to-gather every year and Angel had been to the last two Christmas get-to-gather at Leah’s pleading. The memory was so vivid, she had hopped down from her SUV, with breathing accelerating fast. Her eyes flitted through the crowd quickly in search of Cee. She struggled to keep her hormones in-tact and her nerves were all over the place. Then Cee spotted her and moved over toward her, walking with easy, relax confidence. Her heart beat races at how desirable and athletic he looked, as the sexiest pairs of legs; slightly bowed, clad in checked walking short and yellow Polo shirt moved smoothly in her direction. He looked so sexy and off-guard, he detained her into a strong embrace. His tone was enthralling and she felt the wind of his breath steady on her nape.

“You’re the sweetest surprise tonight. Leah told me you wouldn’t make it.” He whispered smiling warmly.

Angel shuddered into his embrace as an electric spasm shot through her. “ You are a pleasant surprise too, wasn’t expecting to see you either.” She whispered.

The moment was intimate and Angel felt compelled by her feeling to stay in Cee’s embrace. He enveloped her slender curve adorned in white alter top rompers that was designed with a yellow piping at the top. A pair of yellow wedge heels slippers completed her outfit. For several moments they were ignited by a fire and they just froze in each other’s arms.

“It’s really nice to see you again Miss World.” His voice caressed her and was sending her in a daze.

“It’s obvious we both liked yellow, right?”  She said nervously and slightly pushed him off.

“Yellow is one of my favorites.” He replied. Angel was still nervous even when Leah interrupted, squeezing herself between them, and set them apart. A trance lingered, leaving an invisible repertoire of unspoken words between the two of them. Then Cee spoke up, revealing how he had tricked Leah into inviting Angel to the Christmas party; threatening her that if she didn’t get Angel there, he would be a no-show. Angel found herself smiling and shaking her head as Cee’s smooth and controlled voice spurted out the details and watched as the evening sparkle disappeared from Leah’s face. Whatever that was? She seemed surprised that Cee had revealed that information,  Angel remembered and felt puzzled for a moment there. Angel pleasant memories of Cee ended in sweet indulgent sleep and before nine p.m. she was unconscious in slumber.


Cee hardly got back to his Main Street Office building at the bank before his 2pm coffee break ended. He sat in the confines of his office feeling exhausted and staring aimlessly out the large window overlooking the city of New York. The view was picturesque as usual and stood still as that of a priceless painting on canvas but he didn’t noticed that today. However was checking himself; evaluating his life and admitting it wasn’t at all the saintly type, but he prayed God won’t punish him too much longer before he finds a way for him to get in Angel’s heart. He has never felt so helpless over anything in his life. Only God alone knows how much he loved Angel and for so many years, he fail to wait any longer.

Who would have thought someone like him would have a prayer written to God asking him for a woman when he had them by the dozen at his disposal. The note is a testament in the middle of his bible under a pillow on the other side of his king-size bed. Lately he could count the few dates he had and straight sex. What the heck, he had lost the taste for everything that doesn’t involved Angel. She was everywhere in his world, on the magazine news stands on the news and most of all tormenting his mind. For the first time in his life he realized that he can’t wait any long on neither Leah to help him or fate to switch the coin around. He was ready to share his precious love and life with this special woman that he was helplessly unable to rid from his mind no matter how much he tried. He felt miserable, that Angel had stolen his heart since he was a teenager and now an adult, it didn’t help that he felt the same way. He was sure it was love, not infatuation as Leah wanted him to believe. He decided to make one more plea to Leah for help before making his own moves. He felt disappointed almost angry as he knew Leah was being spiteful, and being her usual self and shook his head at the idea that Leah suddenly claimed that she was in love with him and couldn’t keep it to herself anymore…ridiculous he thought. They are family whether she accepted it or not. He never have or could love her like that. For Christ sake’s Leah crazy, he thought.  Even though they were cousins by legal adoption, to him they were family. He though about his visit to see her earlier that afternoon. He had to go after her persistent pleading. she was always so manipulative. He was surprised that she returned from her vacation so quickly and she broke down in tears the minute he told her she couldn’t spend the rest of her vacation at his Manhattan mansion. She took the news that he was going out-of-town very hard and broke down in tears in front of him. His intuition told him she didn’t have anything to tell him about Angel and that she was manipulating the situation all along.

Leah was still fuming two days after she saw  Cee, and didn’t answer her cell phone when anyone called. She had daydreamed about spending the last week of her Vacation Leave with him. Her colleagues at the law office where she worked were waiting to hear all the shocking details of her superb Jamaican vacation trip, with nothing to tell them she will have to improvise like always. She wanted Cee so badly and she was desperately hurting that he was ignoring her love.

“I’ll make you love me Cee, by God I will. If it takes all the money I have I will” she swore lethally. What was she going to do with herself for another five days of Vacation without Cee?



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Already three hundred and sixty-five days,

Is it really the end, I’m in  amaze.

And you wonder why I’m running away,

Desperately from twenty fourteen today,

I’m experiencing New Year phobia;

Scared of another year terrible fever.

Since 2013 brought on so much chaos in my life,

I lost my job, my house and a bill of divorcement from my wife.

So for dear life, I’m running scared,

And not letting go of 2013 I won’t even dared.

2013 is truly fast flying,

 And so am I, right behind him.

I’m done with the misery and done with the tears,

As old folks say, worst is behind the coming years!


Friends! Get you early edition of “The Four-Eyed Boy” children’s book by yours truly Ann Marie McKenzie, now at Tate Publishing website below.

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This is a true story and many persons who were grandparents’ pets can relate. You know grandparents always have an extra special love for their grandchildren and when a grandchild came out good to them; he’s like his grandparents eyeball. 

The Story

Old folks are habitual early birds especially the seasoned country people.  Ray’s grandmother Ermine was no different. She was a determined and strong-willed old woman who practically raised him single-handedly. Her daughter had died during child’s birth and back then unfortunately baby fathers were usually absent.

Ray had grown up to be a sound minded and ambitious country bumpkin that did well at fulfilling his dreams of growing up fast, leaving the dull country life behind and becoming a police detective in the big bright city. He landed an uptown office job with the Special Branch Police Department, working on top cases and mingling with the rich and the famous.

Ray was basking in his dream life, had a nice house, a nice car and great friends. Later he met and proposed to the sophisticated and educated Pamela Inswood who was a teller at the uptown commercial bank.  Things were going fine and Ray visited his old granny often in the country, making sure she was taken care of and contented.

Ermine adored her beautiful grand-daughter in-law and was bursting with pride and joy over the announcement of the wedding. She was very proud of her grandson and she often reflected back on how they had nothing and had endured a life of hardship and what they had now, was a blessing from God. Her previous little shack was now a decent house in the little district of Red Ground and the residents loved and respected her for her strength and Godliness.

A month before the big day Ray sent her an official wedding invitation. The event would be held in an upscale community at the luxurious top-of-the-line Golden Dragon Restaurant which was catering strictly for sixty guests.The kind of wedding Pamela wanted was costly and almost consumed all of Ray’s hard earned savings, nevertheless he was contented with his decisions and wouldn’t want things any other way.

Half hour before the nuptials Ray, his best man and groomsmen were immaculately dressed and chilling in a private lounge at the prestigious restaurant when he got a phone call that immediately changed his mood. He felt a burden and his chest tightened. He was agitated and tried to hide his shock. Nonetheless his best friend since police training school and now best man knew something was wrong. Ray immediately excused himself from the group and hurried outside with Kirk behind in his wake. On their short walk out to the parking lot, Ray was almost speechless and could barely stutter out what had happened. It just didn’t make sense and he was appalled and shocked out of his wits.

Ray’s granny had turned up at his wedding with a bus load of uninvited country folks, most of who knew him since he was a boy in Red Ground. Apparently with one invitation Ermine rounded up the entire district, hired a humongous bus and brought them all to the city at his private wedding. How could she do such a thing and what was he going to do now?  The wedding was a catered affair. He could strangle the daylight out of his old granny for being so thoughtless. He was weak to the knees from disbelief and felt like collapsing to the ground. Ray’s mind went blank by anger and confusion and he gasped at the sight of the old dented country bus, lopsided and hideous as it sat in the parking lot against a line of the most posh vehicles in the city.

Ray’s brows tightened, God his biggest day was going to be his worst embarrassment; a disaster. His heart raced with confusion and distress as he walked up to them. The bus was ugly and dusty from the long journey and the tires had dark red dirt set in their grooves. Ray shook his head and felt insulted by it all. Probably it was raining in Red Ground when they had left this morning. The journey into the city was usually over two hours.

He made a good face greeting and hugging back as his country folks filed out one by one bursting with happiness, as they congratulated and hugged him. They were dressed in all sorts of colors that didn’t blend in with the wedding color scheme. They were the most outdated and hideous fashions he had ever seen. Ray was uncomfortable and Pamela was going to have an ulcer when she finds out, he decided, silently and slowly going on a verge of insanity.

The old women of Red Ground pride themselves in wig wearing and God knows he wasn’t being callous or critical but the ones he noticed could do well with some oil sheen, scissors trimming and proper grooming. They were definitely going to attract all the attention at the wedding. Wrinkled old faces showed off heavy Angel Face powder makeup that made them appeared ghostlike. Ray stood in a daze as he mechanically hugged and fixed a smile while the ecstatic group cramped and stifled him with their unsettling presence and mixed fragrances.

Several minutes later Ray’s mind snapped back to reality. His chest was pounding hard, he had to do something fast so he told them to sit tight in the bus and he’d send an usher to get them assigned to their seats as soon as possible and he rushed to rectify the growing chaos. It was an impossible task but he had to do something to repair the damage. Country folks don’t blend in well with city crowd and he was in great anticipation about the inevitable. This was going to cost him both money he didn’t have and worst the embarrassment and to make such a drastic change at such short notice gave him a headache. Kirk offered to help with a loan which he unwillingly accepted. “Thank God they were half an hour early.” Ray breathe a laboring sigh after his brain racking consultation with the wedding caterers ad planners. The price and pressure to facilitate the adjustment almost gave him a heart attack  and he was going to be broke and mad with his old granny for a very long time. END






Publisher: Tate Publishing and Enterprises LLC.



Hi Friends! I’m the Author of children’s book, ‘THE FOUR-EYED BOY’, from the genre for middle readers and juveniles between 6-15 years-old. The book is a juvenile fiction with bullying as its theme focus. The tone is sparked with mischief, melancholy and discovery, and is sure to create an impact on the reader. The author’s objective is to influence a positive change of heart, mind and attitude in everyone who read the book, especially our children.

The characters, background, setting and tone emerged from the island of Jamaica. The story is inspiring, heartrending, bitter-sweet. Enthralled with amazing discoveries, surprising twists, this book is an incredible gift or bed time story for any age.

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About the book

The tale is about a kind-hearted boy, who migrated from his comfortable city lifestyle and preparatory school to attend a public school in a rural part of the island due to unusual circumstances. There he encountered an unexpected period of the worse type of bullying ever. How he dealt with it? How he survived it? The surprising outcome. Did fate play a part?

This is an incredible story; a powerful lesson learnt…The book is simply “unputdownable” says young scientist Tiffany Thompson.

I created an anti-bullying ‘catch phrase’ that goes with the theme of the novel. This is a great phase to learn especially if you and your children want to see the end of bullying or if you were ever a victim of this type of abuse.


Several T-Shirts (picture depicted below) will be given away to kids and adults who are able to answer some facts about the book at the Pre-Release book signing event, among other cool souvenirs such as bookmarks, pictures, postcards etc. This launch will also feature, Live video, interviews, prizes and surprises ALL ARE INVITED!! (Pre-Release Book Launch Date to be announced)

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children’s book

(Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, Bullying.)


By: Tate Publishing

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 ‘THE FOUR-EYED BOY’ was created from the genre for middle readers. The book is a juvenile fiction with bullying as its theme.

The tone is sparked with mischief, melancholy and discovery, and is sure to create an impact on the reader. The author’s objective is to influence a positive change of heart, mind and attitude in everyone especially our children; as the popular proverb says, “Early start, sure foundation.”

The characters, background, setting and tone emerged from out of the island of Jamaica. The story is inspiring, heartrending, and  bitter-sweet. Enthralled with amazing discoveries, surprising twists. This book is about forgiveness, triumph and change and is an incredible gift or bed time story for any age.


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About the story

Roger, a kind-hearted city boy migrated from his comfortable lifestyle and preparatory school to attend a public school in a rural part on the island due to unusual circumstances. There he encountered an unexpected period of the worse type of bullying ever. How he dealt with it? How he survived it? The shocking conclusion. Did fate play a part?

This book is “unputdownable” says scientist Tiffany Thompson.

The book’s Catch Phrase’ that goes with the theme.



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