Have a nice day

Have a nice day


Hello my name is Wilona and I am a single mom with 3 kids 5,8 and the youngest is 2. Two girls and a boy that I love dearly, however, they drive me crazy a lot. I feel stuck the oldest two is by my first and only husband and possibly the last one ever because it was a nightmare. The baby boy is by my part-time lover who hit the road months ago.I am a young and beautiful black successful tax accountant, mother and woman. So why do I feel stuck and miserable and lonely? My granny keeps saying it’s because I am living in sin. Really lots of people I know do way worse things than an on and off-again relationship with a cute, sexy deadbeat, hitting a club every once in a while and coming home drunk afterwards which doesn’t happen often because I work all the time. That couldn’t be the issue so I choose to dismiss that. The old bat needs to mind her business and if she wouldn’t smack me in the mouth I would tell her just that. Then when I try to get help from the white man for anything all I get is how sorry they are to hear about your problems. Then a tight-lipped fake smiling white woman or man tells me through gritted teeth how that can’t help me and have a nice day. Have a nice day, have a nice day if I hear that one more time I am going to scream I used to think. Well anyway, I have a strange tale to tell.

One night that all changed I came home drunk from the club. My grandma who was watching my kids tried to start in on me but I shook my head and gave her a talk to the hand motion then threw up almost on her bedroom slippers and made a b-line to my bedroom. Closing the door behind me I could hear my grandma crying and saying Lord Jesus over and over and that she had to clean up my mess. I slipped out of my clothes all but my slip and into a big white bathrobe. I laid down and must have passed out. The weirdest thing happened next I came through I think and was standing before Jesus. It all happened so fast I was standing before him one minute giving an account for my life, then he was checking the book of life for my name and he didn’t find it of course . Then he was saying to me I knew some stuff about him however I really didn’t know him personally. Therefore I couldn’t stay in Heaven he looked so sad as he opened the doors to the pit. I screamed cried and begged him not to throw me in. At that moment I would have been glad to have my kids bugging me or to hear have a nice day from fake white folks. I am sleeping right but everything feels so real. I can smell death coming from the pit, see the flames and feel the heat. I was pushed in by Micheal an archangel. I fail screaming and crying down, down down into a cell with no bottom. It was so small I could hardly move around or stand up.It was so dark in Hell I could see nothing however I could hear the screams and cries and cursing all around me. It was so hot I couldn’t really breathe. I heard a deep dark voice say “welcome to Hell my dear I am the demon assigned here to Hell and to you .” “We will be together forever and ever I, you, your flesh-eating cankerworm he will be here any moment and your regrets.”You can check out anytime you like my dear but you can never leave.” “I would say have a nice day but I know how you hate that “, he hissed. He left he told me he had to greet a few more newbies however he would be back and soon to beat me down. I heard him scream as he left it seems a bigger demon was pounding on him for not pounding on me. I smacked myself over and over hoping to wake up and thankfully I did. From that day on I was a changed woman and told everybody I run across to “have a nice day.”

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