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Sunday, May 15, 2011
Unika Welcomes AAMBC Author Tours featuring Author Queen B.G.
Coming from a long line of gang members and not having too many options, she became a gang member herself at the age of 13. Her childhood consisted of violence, drugs, and nonsense. With her parents not being able to supply her with the foundation she craved so deeply things went down hill quickly. The constant contact with police, the lost of far too many loved ones, and being homeless opened her eyes to the reality of what the streets really had to offer her, NOTHING. And this is where her writing progressed. Now a mother herself, she is determined to be everything she didn’t have in her parents as a child.
Writing was always a passion of hers and an outlet for her frustrations. Never in a million years did she think it would become something so powerful in her life. As a writer and the President of Cali Connection, she hopes to be and remain a voice for all of those living the street life or that are homeless or just simply feeling alone out here in the world. She wishes to be motivation for anyone who thinks this is it and it gets no better. She’s a real testament to the fact that anything is possible. With integrity and humbleness she embraces herself as a Queen not only in the game but in life. She currently resides in Los Angeles, Ca. with her four children and spends her free time enjoying quality time with them. Her novel, Dealt the Wrong Hand, is the first of many more books to come.
Real Talk with Queen B.G
Q: So how long have you been writing?
A: I always loved to write but I’ve been writing with purpose for about 10years.
Q: What inspired you to write?
A: My life’s journey. It was how I vented and coped with life. I found that the easiest and most powerful way to express myself was when using a pen.
Q: Who are some of the authors you look up to?
A: There are so many but I would definitely have to say Wahida Clark, K’wan, Omar Tyree, and JM Benjamin.
Q: What is the title of your book and what is it about?
A: Dealt the Wrong Hand is a story of a young girl who is forced out of her comfort zone and into making grown up decisions. She links up with the wrong crowd and gets so deep in the game she’s lost. With her life falling apart before her eyes she terrorizes the streets and finds herself torn between breaking the code of the streets or sentencing an innocent victim to death.
Q: What do you hope to accomplish with this story?
A: I want to bring hope and shed light on the hood. There are young girls and boys going through this same situation everyday and may feel like no one understands. I want them to look at me and see themselves, not only in the content of my book but in the success of my life. And I want to open these grown men and women eyes to the effect they have on kids lives, whether at home or in the neighborhood.
Q: When you’re not writing what do you do?
A: I’m either working or spending quality time with my family.
Q: Can we expect anything more in the future?
A: Definitely! This is only the beginning of many more to come.
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Unforeseen circumstances forces KeKe into the street life. Gang banging, dope selling, and numerous robberies are the highlights of her new life. It was go hard or go home and unfortunately there was no home.
The demon inside KeKe had turned into the Incredible Hulk. She flips the city upside down killin’ everything in sight. Rage is her new best friend and the streets of Los Angeles are learning first hand what KeKe brings to the game.
After numerous failures at convincing me to get out and work the track for him, he changed his approach. “You pretty as a muthafucka, I know you would make more money than all dem hoes out there put together,” he said.
I remember thinking to myself, No this bitch ass nigga didn’t! “You wanna see what a hoe would do? Ima show you!” The voice in my head wanted me to say it out loud, but instead I smiled like the naive little girl he mistakenly took me to be. “Okay,” I said, “but how am I gonna know what to do?”
Being as dumb and trifling as all niggas had proven to be in my past, this fool said, “You could practice on me.”
Now you know yo’ girl had to take him up on his offer. At that very moment, the deal was sealed, and we proceeded to leave the house to check into the nearest motel. I got in the car with my bag in hand, equipped with panties, bra, soap, a change of clothes, and a little surprise.
The motel we went to was a serious hole in the wall. The outside was shabby and resembled the projects buildings. The inside was nasty looking and roach infested. I looked around in disgust thinking, “And this nigga wanna be a pimp,” Shit! From the looks of his game, I should have been his pimp. But still I played my position.
“First thing you do is take charge, and then…,” he rambled on and on about his sorry ass version of what he thought should take place, and then he lay back on the bed, naked. His body was amazing, complete with a washboard six pack, but, all I saw was a disgusting pedophile- a nigga with no morals or respect.
“How about I tie you up and kiss you all over your body?” I asked.
“Don’t nobody want no kisses! You have to suck some dick, do some fuckin!” he yelled, irritated by my foolishness.
“Oh okay. Well I’ll tie you up and suck your dick then.” His eyes widened and his smile grew bigger. He nodded his head in a ridiculous way that made him look like a bobble head.
I grabbed the two silk scarves from my bag and straddled him. I roughly placed his arms above his head and tied each one to a bed post. My titties hung just above his lips, bouncing with my every move. Once the restraints were secure, I removed my bikini top shirt to let the fullness of my breast spill out.
He seemed to be enjoying this a little too much a little too fast. His dick was rock hard, already standing at attention, and his toes curled with excitement. When I stood to my feet I said, “That little dumb-ass girl you thought I was died a long time ago. Next time, do yo’ fuckin’ homework.” And with those final words, I revealed the surprise I had in my bag, my snub-nosed .38, and put two in his head.