Guest Blogger, Precious Powers

I have been waiting on More Church Folk for close to ten years. I thought something was going to jump off when I showed up in Second Sunday, working with Essie at her shop. But then, had to wait past two more books to be able to deal with the likes of Marcel Brown.

Umph! Y'all know I used to love me some of that man. I mean, I thought I wouldn't even be able to breath without him. And then, I caught that jacked up sucker with Bishop Giles' wife and it was on. Y'all know what happened next. I called my girl, Saphronia Ann and it was on. We tore Marcel's butt up in Richmond. Do you know that he has not spoken to me since? He'll see me coming one way, and run off in the opposite direction. But do you think I care? You know I don't. He got just what he deserved.

And now, we are all back, headed out to Durham, North Carolina, Tarheel Country. Well, I guess we will have to deal with Marcel and 'nem. But as I like to say, "don't start nothin', won't be nothin'. 'Cause I wasn't scared of those jokers back then, and I show ain't scared of them now. Plus, Marcel is scared of my husband, Tyrone.

You know ladies, sometimes the Lord will move trash out of your way, so your path will be cleared to the right brother. If I'd stayed with that no count Marcel Brown, I wouldn't have gone down to St. Louis and met my Tyrone. Do y'all know that I actually sent Marcel two dozen red roses on my wedding day, to thank him for being such a rat fink that I'd find my Tyrone. Ain't God good...He is good to us when we don't even have sense enough to be good to our ownselves.

But, Lee Allie is pointing to her watch so the next blogger can come and work this. See you all in a few weeks when More Church Folk hits the book stores, Precious.