You Can’t Smell Shit When It’s Covered with Roses
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Die'nisha Jones was a woman who had been through so much but she never let it get her down. Thank God she didn’t look like what she had been through. Die had endured several marriages that lead to divorce, which left her a single parent raising her 3 kids alone. But she always held her own.
She had raised her children and all of them were grown and being productive adults. Mission accomplished in her heart. She was an entrepreneur and a savy business woman. She had her own business and had been running it for over 25 years.
Die was a beautiful woman inside and out. She had a heart of gold and would put it in your hands if you needed it. She just had horrible luck with relationships. She would be the first to tell any woman, "Life happens while you are making plans." Her solid advice to women was simple, "Always make sure you can take care of you and your children because a man can leave at any time. She was still an advocate for marriage. The children deserved to have both parents in their lives. She understood clearly why God designed it that way.
Die was in a different season in her life. She was ready to do some things she had always dream of doing but couldn’t because she was raising kids and working so hard. She wanted to live and not just exist. She wanted to dance, travel and maybe even start dating again. Oh how she dreaded thinking about dating. Her and men and relationships just weren’t a good mix. Always start out sweet but end in disaster.
Die was the type of woman that probably gave too much to fast she was a giver. When she loved she loved hard.
At one point in her life she had the attitude, “If I never fall in love again It would be ok with me." Die believed It was just too hard and the pain of break up was not worth the love that obviously wasn’t real thus the break up.
She was so tired of the same old ending. Wanting to kill a brother. If you had met some of those bear hookers Die had come across you would Understand her frustration.
Her first goal was to take dance lessons. Die knew how to dance she could boogie but she hadn’t ever had any formal training. She always loved the art of dance.
Die had a very dear friend who was a fantastic dancer. He had been on the dance scene for over forty years. She would ask him to teach her how to two-step. She did just that and he was excited about teaching her.
Donnie had been trying for years to get her to let her guard done and relax a little. So they started danced lessons right away. To Die's surprise she was a natural. Before she knew it she was dancing her butt off. She loved it.
Die learned to dance but she wasn't excited about going out to dance. She just didn’t like the club atmosphere. She was a woman of God and it just didn’t look right for a woman of God to be out in the club. She didn’t feel like it was a sin to dance but she just didn’t want to lose her impact on the people she would have to minister to. So she tried to stay away from the appearance of evil or wrong doing.
He instructor was a funny man and he would tease Die. Telling her “If you don’t use it you’re going to lose it”. He encouraged her to get out more. He assured her that it wasn’t how she imagined in her head.
Donnie spats, "We old school girl...We go dancing early and by 10:30 we're home.
Die decided to go with him one Sunday evening only if he drove. She hated to drive and all the dance events were always across town.
Her instructor didn’t mind driving and Die loved the fact that he didn’t drink at all...They made the drive fun. They talked, laughed and bonded on their ride. Her instructor really took care of her. He was almost over protective. If the wrong guy approached her he had his way of running interference. He didn’t play when it came to Die. “This is my girl right her," he exclaimed.
He made fun of Die all the time. Saying to her “You catch a fish every time you go out but you throw it back.” He was so right. Die just couldn’t do it.
They would always go to a place called the Blue Chicken it had been around for years. Everybody from Die’s parent’s age to her son’s age knew about the Blue Chicken.
Just as Die's instructor had said, it was a seasoned crowd in The Blue Chicken. Die was amazed and in awe as she watched the people dancing. She realized very quickly that she only knew the basic steps in two steps. She absorbed how graceful the women were and how smooth the men were. There was no way she was going on that dance floor. She thought to herself. I will be watching not dancing. That didn’t last very long.
Die had no clue that her instructor was going around the place telling guys to come ask her to dance. She thought she had it going on when all the different guys started asking her to dance.
Die would transform to a little girl when she first started dancing. She was so nervous. It seemed like everyone had been dancing for years and all eyes were on her. But she had to admit she was having a good time. A lot more fun then she had had in years. She could say she almost had a social life. She looked forward to going to the Blue Chicken. She even started dressing sexier. Die was getting her groove back and it felt really good. The music was clearer to her and the melody was smooth. She had found her a place to come and showcase her few lil dance moves. She had to laugh to herself.
Die just wanted to dance that’s it. She even came up with her on slogan.” I just want to dance, I don’t want to be your woman, I don’t want your man I just want to dance.” Die said that because in the dance community there are a lot of couples and some of the women would be rolling their eyes at her because they were insecure about their men. The men would be winking and making gestures and Die would be like, "Look I just came to dance." Meaning stop looking at me cross eyed. I’m not looking at your man. The fact that he is winking at me and he’s with you lets me know he is a dog.
Die did realize that dancing is very sensual and you had to maintain boundaries. The wrong sway of your hips or the deepness of a dip and you could slip into something very romantic on the dance floor. Die knew if she had a man she wouldn’t want him making love on the dance floor with another woman.
The one thing Die found that she loved to do “DANCE” also found her what she had been running from. A BROKEN HEART.
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About the Book
Why do people think they can just come into your life, uproot it, and then go back to their life business as usual?
That’s the question that Die’nisha Jones keeps asking herself. The survivor of various failed relationships that left her life in shambles, Die’s learning to become her own best friend. It’s been years since she’s been in a relationship, but all that is about to change.
This Dude comes along and he is one smooth operator. Charming and sexy in his own way and full of promises, he puts Die’nisha immediately on guard. Die wastes no time warning him up front if he isn’t going to do right by her, he should just keep it moving. But this dude assures her that he is different from all the players who have used her in the past. He promises to love her and treat her right.
But this dude is a liar—and Die’nisha is no one’s fool.
When this player breaks her heart—it’s game on—and it’s time to settle the score. Die is on a mission to make him regret that he ever met her or any other woman. He may have torn her life apart, but that’s nothing to what she has planned for him. By the time she’s done with him, he’ll think twenty times before he ever treats another woman the way he treated Die. She’s about to wreak some serious havoc on this no-good life.
This dude is going down—and Die is the reason.
About the Author
Daphne DuMariuer Hampton is an ordained minister, motivational speaker, pageant director, and professional cosmetologist by trade. A mother and a grandmother, she is motivated to tell stories of hope and perseverance by her love for people. Her favorite saying is, “Thank God I don’t look like what I’ve been through.”