While I was out attending the wake of my mother’s friend’s husband, someone broke into my home tonight and stole my laptop, business checks, a digital printer, 1 digital camera and my gun. I keep my other digital cameras in my safe, so they are still in my possession.

Earlier this evening, I was in my front lawn, picking up pinecones and there was a guy who was walking down the street. He stared at me and I stared back, but he kept walking. And by the time I cleaned up and left to attend the wake, he walked back down the street again.

I had a bad vibe about the guy, but I knew that I had to attend this wake, so I went on anyway. While at the wake, my ADT alarm went off and I was called to let me know that the alarm was indeed sounding. I figured maybe the dogs had triggered the alarm. But when I entered my home, all of my lights were on and I knew immediately that someone had broken into my home.

The person or persons had entered through the master bathroom window. And apparently, when I arrived home, they were just leaving, because they didn’t take any jewelry or other valuable electronic items like televisions, dvd players, etc. My arrival must have scared them off.

I’m glad that I was not harmed, but I feel like I have been raped in a sense because my drawers of my dresser were open and so were my closet doors. It fuckin’ hurts to work hard for everything that you own and people who don’t want to work come in and steal from you.

But I tell you this, if I see this guy again casing houses on my street, as mad as I am at this very instant, I may shoot him on the spot.

From the time I was a child, I’d always heard adults say, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” And I’ve taken that to heart, for the mostpart. So when I attended my aunt’s boyfriend’s birthday party over the weekend, I saw the pastor (who had the church demolished and who hung up on me when I tried to have a civil conversation with him about saving the church) and his wife stop by to wish my aunt’s boyfriend a Happy Birthday, I was shocked.

He walked over to me and said, “Hi, Sister Nikki,” and I kept it moving. Didn’t say one word to him. I mean, the last time I talked to him he hung up on me and felt no remorse. This coming from a man of the cloth. So when he called himself trying to pass the peace, so to speak, by talking to me, I had nothing to say to him.

He knows my phone number and could have apologized to me at any time, but he thinks he’s going to speak to me over a month later since the demolition of the church? He had nothing to say to me then, so why speak now? And I damn sure didn’t have anything to say to him, because he’d talked about my family in the pulpit for going against him and trying to save a 100 year old church.

So when he sauntered over to me, I didn’t say squat. I sipped on my punch, then walked off. My mother had the nerve to say to me, “Nikki, why didn’t you speak back?” I said, “Had I said what I wanted to say, I would have cursed him out. And I wouldn’t feel right cursing out a minister. So I held my peace.”

Now maybe I was wrong, being just as stubborn as he was when he didn’t listen to the community who wanted to save the church, but at that time, I felt it was best for me not to say anything. And Lord, if I was wrong, forgive me, but I don’t think you wanted me to spout obsenities at that party. It would have been another kind of party had I done so.

I went to the bank at lunchtime. My plan was to go to the bank, then pick up a bite to eat for lunch. Now the particular bank that I go to is in a White neighborhood and it hasn’t been robbed since the early 90’s (at least that’s what I was told), which is why I chose to go to this bank in the first place.

The tellers are so nice to me. “How are you doing Nikki? Good to see you today, Nikki.” You know, very friendly. In other words, I feel at home with this bank and those tellers. So as I’m standing at the deposit slip station, filling out a deposit slip, in walks some White guy wearing a jacket, a fake beard, a wig and a cap. Oh, and did I forget to tell you that he had a gun?

I shoulda known something was up when this dude walked in wearing a jacket. It’s like 86 degrees outside. Not exactly jacket type of weather. Now, my first instinct was to run out of the bank. But I thought to self, “What if he shoots me in the back?” So I just stood still at the station.

The robber points the gun into the face of a loan officer, then walks over to the tellers and proceeds to yell to the 5 tellers in the bank, “Gimme all of your 50’s and 100’s!” They all comply, except this White male teller. He reaches into his drawer and gives the robber a stack of 20’s. The robber says to him, “Un uh, this ain’t enough.” So the teller then gives him a stack of 50’s.

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