…I made life harder by settling for just passing when I had all of the potential in the world to be an exceptional student.  I’ve made life harder by…this is what this book is for, so that the reader can make a conscious effort to live life to the fullest, making it as easy as possible.  This world has enough hang ups and distractions without us adding our own limitations.  God is still working on me in many areas, breaking these old habits and molding me into the woman He has intended for me to be.

Those that know me personally, or that were a part of my life during the various times showcased in this book may contest the accuracy and accounts mentioned here.  Keep in mind that this is my perception of occurrences.  I do not intend to give any half truths about myself or the things I’ve done.  I do intend to allow God to use me to the fullest through this book.  There may be times that I cry through this thing.  There may be times that I question what details to spare and what to give.  In doing this, I want to be as transparent as possible but understand that specifics may be too much for some.  I pray that I do not allow myself to take the reins on this one.  That I be totally led by the Spirit and the world sees this book for what it is:  the gift of life through Christ Jesus, who lives within me. 

It was about 2003 that the name “Dramas of a Bald Head Queen” was given to me.  If I recall correctly, I was sitting at Applebee’s with my friends Tiff and K’Bana who had first hand observations of my lifestyle at the time.  They had watched me evolve on the open mic scene in the Tidewater area of Virginia and also as a “pimp” amongst men.  I had a lot going on at the time in regards to…well, to everything.  Life was moving very fast.  Three years into the military, I dreaded the process of completing the final year, I had more men than should legally be allowed and was caught on the battle field of spiritual warfare; that place between good and evil, between doing what I wanted and doing what God wanted, with no armor.  I had teased on numerous occasions about the goings-on in my life and how, “I couldn’t wait for the book”, so I could really take a look at who I was becoming.  I looked forward to the day that I could look back on such times and be amazed at what God had done.

I was at a point in my life where I felt as if there would never be a revolution.  That night at Applebee’s there must’ve been some fuss about my hair.  Comments about my Caesar had become common place and I just laughed off the stares and chatter from corner tables, and took it as admiration…admiration for my boldness and, even the audacity, to go so low and to wear it so well.  It was that night that K’Bana gave me the name for my book.  He is so good for having these “deep” spiritual moments where he’ll receive revelation about any number of things at any given moment.  And that night years ago, I was divinely given the title my first book.  The “Dramas of a Bald Headed Queen”.

The dictionary gives several definitions for the word drama but there is one that best defines what this drama is about.  “A series of events involving conflicting forces.”  How appropriate.  Whether we realize it or acknowledge it or not, there is in fact a continuous conflict in the world around us.

Second Corinthians 10:3-6 states, 3 For though we walk in the flesh, we do not war according to the flesh. 4 For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, 5casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ, 6 and being ready to punish all disobedience when your obedience is fulfilled.”

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