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The novel is finished! Seeds in the Concrete will soon grace bookshelves all over the country. This masterpiece is a lyric-like tale, covered with beautiful original art to represent its rejuvenating story. This Brooklyn based story has elements of romance, redemption, crime, and most importantly there are ideas that can change one’s life.
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The Seeds in the Concrete ensemble will also have a 12 episode series based on the novel. It will air on the SITC app and website. Not only will there be a series, there will be documentaries, motivational videos, and 12 music videos to support the theme and content of SITC. Most of the visual work will be filmed with 360 degree cameras to give the readers and fans the ultimate virtual reality experience.
Aug 06 2018
Love is bittersweet, but the flavor changes when thrown in the pot and into the fire. Love will merge with foreign ingredients and will now know the outcome until dinner is served. It’s the same with mustard seeds. All the mustard seed knows is its ambitions and its undying perseverance, until its ambitions are met! No matter where it is planted, it knows the outcome, unlike love; that’s the difference. Both know why they are here, but they are here for different reasons. The process to the end result will be foreign. Mustard seeds know the outcome. Love doesn’t. Love understands the process, mustard seeds don’t, but still, they need each other when inside the pot, and in the fire.
There once was a young man from the dark side of life. His upbringing was from Hell.
He stretches his hand and begins to climb. His mind is made up and his will is strong and unshaken. He moves up, inch by inch. Falls occasionally, but regains his momentum, moving stronger and faster each time he slips. Along the way he meets a woman. She sees the sparkle in his eyes, yet doesn’t know why she is possessed by them. He notices that she is in between dark and light, yet she doesn’t know what is best for her. All she knows is that she will go wherever he goes. At night, they enjoyed that bittersweet flavor as it changed with his ambitions and her longing of purpose. She is innocent from experience, however, he is her forbidden fruit. She tastes him and it is good, but she is not satisfied, she doesn’t care for a purpose anymore except for the purpose and enjoying him and all his nectar. When he sees her hunger, he feeds it. However, the more he gave, the more she hungered, and his purpose and ambitious were slightly weakened. She latched onto him. He allowed it. He felt her love and loyalty, and it was good. He knew his path to the light and he didn’t want to go alone, so he shared his deepest thoughts, secrets as well his vulnerabilities with her. He wanted to change his bloodline for generations to come. He shared the stories of the demons and wanted to write a different one: If one of God’s angels can fall, rule the bottomless pit and form an army against God Himself, to war over the souls of mankind, why can’t a demon rise? Why can’t a demon trade his horns for wings and fly with the angels, learn their powers, earn their loyalty, form an army and fight by their side for the betterment of mankind?
So, he went for it. He partnered with her; both of them against the world. They began having children, who would be responsible to carry the legacy. He began to work, learn and stretch further towards the light, while building an empire to pass down to his children, and to be held dear. She supported him, while nurturing the children, but she had a growing hunger for him. She saw that he paid more attention to the ambitious goal than he did her. She saw him going further, and because she wasn’t as alpha as him, she grew insecure, not vulnerable. She forgot the power of a woman: vulnerability - where there must be one dominant, and one submissive, in order for there to be order. She hadn’t learned as much as him nor did she accumulate the scars of experience he had. However, she wanted him so much that she wanted to be him:
“I’m tired of being in the house,” she said.
“We must wait for the little one to be older for school in order for you to work again! The jobs you’re getting can’t afford daycare. This is why I pay the bills and give you money for your pockets.” he said.
“Well, you must compromise. I’m not a stay-at-home mother,” she said.
“So you want me to stop working? Stop building what I’ve been working on all these years, so you can work a temporary dead-end job? You haven’t even finish college online yet!” he said.
“I didn’t say stop working, I said compromise!” she said.
Time passes. He stretches through the ashes. His skin is barren and sour. Blood trickles from his fingernails, from climbing towards the light. She and the children are clinging on his back. He doesn’t care, he wants this… He wants this so bad. She is scared. She feels that she can do more to help him. She feels that her nurturing of his [their] children isn’t as valuable, because of the stories of others, the power couples: Will and Jada; Jay and Beyonce; Kanye and Kim. He is becoming Barack and she doesn’t see herself as Michelle. She feels that she will be thrown to the side along with her children, because the demons around her tell her so. He doesn’t listen to the demons, and advises her not to either. But she hears them clearer than he does, because he is too busy listening to his heart and ambitions.
The demons say, “Girl, who was in the office with him? Imani? Can you believe that shit?”
“He has been working late…He has been getting home late and has been drinking some wine. He says its with his coworkers after a long days’ work,” she replies.
“Girl he getting his dick sucked! You think he working all this time? Remember the last time y’all broke up and how fast he moved on?,” the demons said.
“Yea, but he told the truth. And I’ve stepped out on him too… I’m not perfect,” she replied.
“You think he’s really forgiven you? And you think he is going to stay with you and those children when he reaches success and dancing with the stars? You better wake the fuck up!” they told her.
“What…What should I do? I don’t want to leave him. I love him. I can’t let him leave me,” she responded.
“The children,” they concluded.
She sees the children as his battery. They’re what makes him tick. They’re what keeps him going. She knows that he wants to be the father he never had, the general of the army to fight for the souls of mankind. The children are what he holds dear, and she nurtures his children. She believed now that he will never leave her or go against her will if it’s against the will of the children.
“You always screaming †his boss chick and independent woman shit, but instead of asking me to invest in you, after you finish your business plan...instead of making me do all the research when I’m busy building this empire, you asking for clothes and shoes,” he says.
“You got the kids looking nice, what about me?” she rebutted.
“You have clothes. I just bought you some! Stop having this consumer mindset and produce! Use my resources to build something and stop beefing with me!” he charged.
“What are you doing in the bathroom?” she asked with an accusatory tone.
“I’m brushing my teeth, while talking to Brandon, he on speaker… say hi!” he says.
“Nevermind,” she reluctantly brushes off.
“Damn, why you keep questioning me?” he responds, aggravated.
“I thought we were a team?” he said.
“What team, you not here…you in the office doing whatever with whoever,” she reacts.
“We agreed on things, on how we raise the kids. They should be in bed at a certain time. Our 15 month old should be bed trained, not sleeping in bed with you watching Love & Hip Hop at 1 am!” he responds, frustrated. He watches her as she goes to the kitchen and grabs her personal carton of soy milk, and puts it in the baby bottle. Infuriated by what he sees, he reacts, “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing? Feeding my son!” she replies with a devlish attitude, as if she expected his response. [Option] Indifferent to his reaction, she deviously replies.
“We agreed a year ago what type of milk these boys would drink, and soy wasn’t one of them. We talked and agreed about the estrogen in that milk, that’s no good for the testosterone in males. We agreed and we have been fine! Why are you doing this? I gave you money! You could have gone and got some from the store when you went out today… Why are you now going against what we agreed, on how to raise the children? No animal milk! Because they are not animals! Hemp, rice or flax milk!” He responded, hurt and angry.
“Again, you are not here! I have shit to do, laundry and picking up the kids, as well as my online classes! Maybe if you pick up the phone when I call, and not being busy doing God knows what in the office, the kids would have their milk!” she defends.
“Hey..HEY!” he rushes over to his son, “Don’t eat off the floor… Not nice!” He addresses her, “Why didn’t you stop him? He was eating off the floor in front of you… Why? What is wrong with you?”
“First off, you left the cabinet open, rushing off to who knows what” she says.
Infuriated, he responds, “I’m late! But that don’t mean you should let him eat off the fucking floor!”
“He is hungry… If you was home long enough to pay attention to him, you would know when he needs to eat!” she remarks with contempt.
“I can’t believe you are saying this! He has a high chair! Give him a snack while you finish preparing his food!”
“Listen! You don’t understand him like I understand him. And you not home long enough to try!” She yells.
This was abuse.
This was his leg, caught between her teeth when the demons began to pull her back from the light, their legacy and his ambitions. He knows he would need to sacrifice the battle to win the war. She wouldn’t understand, because she only understood the demons, the weeds. She couldn’t comprehend the language of love anymore. She became the cancer in his body and he was going to have to cut off a part of him to live to conquer another tomorrow, ripping a petal and a leaf along the way.
He declares, “I can’t do this with you anymore. I must leave and give you space. We are not being a team and it’s hurting the kids. It’s distracting work and I’ve come too far to let this affect us.”
“So you leaving us?” she says.
“I’m leaving you! I will always be there for them!” He says.
“They will come with me, and not be near any of your hoes!”
“Whatever. Think what you want! You can do child support. I must go an establish a foundation for them, because this country won’t do it the way I will do it for them.” He declares.
“Whatever. Then pack your shit and get the fuck out!” she yells.
Is it ironic that she didn’t buy anything, but the television and X-Box a few years ago.
“Fine! Not a problem!” He agrees.
She grows vulnerable. She will lose him. She can’t lose him. She thinks to herself, “No! If he can’t build with me, then he can’t do it with anyone else. I know his secrets… his vulnerabilities: the children. I know his fears: the loss of freedom.” She will disable him. The demons, the weeds demands it!
“How?” she asks the demons, the weeds.
“Parole… All it takes is police contact, an arrest and he will do jail time, innocent or not.” The demons suggests. "He will become stagnant and you will be with the kids, and he will need to start over… like always. He will be back in your arms again,” the demons and the weeds said.
The Beginning of the End.
“Daddy…DADDY! Where are you going?” the son runs to him, scared and distraught.
“I have to go...It’s just for a little while until things are better..” he replies, while comforting him.
She yells at her son, “Move from him! Your father doesn’t love you!”
The fallen angel is in the house. He is there to destroy and murder all that the man creates… all that he loves.
He stops packing; runs over to embrace his son, “No matter what anybody tells you… I love you… Don’t let nobody tell you that I don’t!”
“MOVE! GET AWAY FROM MY SON!” she yells.
"My son? Not ‘our' son?" He painfully thinks.
While kneeling down embracing his son, she runs over and shoves a hard forearm in the side of his face, and violently tries to snatch her son from him. He feels his son is in danger.
He pushes her away with one arm.“Stop it…you are hurting him!” he yells.
“GIVE ME MY SON!” She attacks him as though she is fighting for justice, not destruction. She feels she is the victim, the battered single parent woman whose life is filled with abuse… Not considering that she is the abuser. She punches at him violently.
He grabs her, restrains her, and pins her to the floor with one hand. “Stop… Please… Stop… Not in front of the kids.
She doesn’t hear him… The demons, the weeds, and evaporated tears are too loud. She kicks his leg hard, causing him to crash. He remembers his mother beaten to a pulp by his stepfather, vowing never to hit a woman. He wanted to be the best man he could be. So he restrains her in a full Nelson choke hold to keep her from swinging.
“Stop it… Please… Not in front of the kids!” He cries out!
She grabs his forearm. “Let go of me!”
He lets go.
He goes back to this eldest son,” I love you…Please don’t let nobody tell you I don’t love you son.”
“I already know this Daddy! I know you love me, Daddy! Don’t cry”
“Police,” she yells through the phone, “this man is trying to kill me… Please hurry up… My address is…”
Fear consumes him. Regretful Love vibrates in his veins. Betrayal reflects from his eyes as he stares at her.
“AHHH! HELP! He’s going to KILL ME!” she yells.
His first reaction is to run! He feels the cold air rushing out the door. The snow begins to soak his wool slippers. He realizes there is no place to run. The more he runs, the further he will be from his ambitions. He remembers: Time is a frenemy. You choose if it will be your friend or your enemy. He has gained enough sun and rain to grow. He understands that this is part of the process. The seed must break so the insides my grow through the wound. As the sirens come, the handcuffs are placed, and he realizes it’s not the end, but the beginning. He will be dormant physically, for four months, but his team will carry the torch. He will rest as they carry him, because they are him.
“They can lock my body, but can’t trap my mind,” Jay-Z once said.
He will rest on his path to the light within darkness, but he learned from the demons that darkness can also be a friend. It’s where he will blossom, recover, and reflect the growth he has gained. After the four months, he will rise from the darkness, closer to the light, filed horns, a sprout of wings on his back, as he reflects a rose, with a broken petal, ripped leaf, and broken shackles.