I think it was Monday morning through Google News that I first became aware of the Kenneka Jenkins story.
At face value there seems to be quite a bit lost in translating those early hours of “Innocence Lost” into community participation.
What does one do when a young adult goes missing.
Once someone is 18 they pretty much have a right to self determination. They can simple say and do their Yeses and Noes.
They can stay gone and missing for a few days.
As I read it her mother woke up and went to the Hotel and asked for help once contacted by her friends and told they could not find her.
It appears she was told by the Hotel Clerks that can only do so much until she files a “Missing Person” report.
You could tell the mother loves her.
One could tell her Sister loves her.
I think there was a young man that stood with her mother, as well.
Sometimes during adolescence we try so very hard at holding on to those who love us.
But, more so, at navigating towards our own Identity and the Yeses that come within that.
Seemingly, it is the price of Womanhood.
How things look and how they are
Hair done, nails nailed
Face prettied, gowns worn
From the look of things sure and ready for anything
But, at nineteen she hardly knows the glasses and mirrors that covers the pond
Just because a river welcomes and receives sunlight does not mean it forever stood idly by
There is often so much washed in and washed away
It was a girlfriend’s birthday
And, so not much should go wrong
Take Mama’s Car
Check in and stay indoors with friends
Come back home to waiting family
The Psalmist wrote …
The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy
Each time has its own stories, fables, and myths
Ours is just too much to keep to self
Sharing is caring
And, so I am thinking I will beam it on Facebook
Some come to watch, others to celebrate, and yet others to mourn
There is a little bit for everyone
Items for sale, yet they could be had for free
Weasel away time
Weaseling away time, like we could have it back
Whistling away life
Like we could whistle the Spirit back in it
Mistakenly uncaring-ness for courage
Mistaken “Made up mind” for ineptness
Pride in “Standing our grounds” like it always been ours
A generation here, a generation there
It could go either way
In the middle of a chess game
Pieces always moving
Wale – Family Affair
You see I gotta go to war
You too young and you don’t know what I’m fightin’ for
This is my Vietnam
You are my strength
And the reason that I’m going
You fooled me into thinking it was my turn
You fooled me into thinking half the table was mine
While you knew all along the table was a bit slanted
And, I had few and fewer pieces on it
It looked like it took all day
Seemingly it took all night
But, come morning
None of the pieces was mine after all
Car and phone returned to mums
At the very least the ones who loves me knows not to keep calling
Like in the song “Wildflower” sang by “Color Me Badd”
Sincerely it sings about how
always paying, for a debt she never owes
No one else would sign up to pay it
So it rests on her
By morning, hopefully it had been fully paid
And, her Spirit can yield, and float featherless and wingless having yielded the weight of life
Between the Lines
Chuck Missler likes to say “the only barrier to the truth is assuming you have it“.
We steadily thinking we know and calling out our enemies.
But, Wallahi, yet sometimes things be more complicated.
See who is satisfied with you fucking up.
See who holds on to his best and shares your worst with the world
The worst in others is the easiest to share
Yea, finally here I am
Into the little refrigerator
Tried so hard
Trying so hard to create spaces between unbalanced relationships
Having to miss mine and others familiar habits
Out from getting squeezed and trapped in my past
Doing too much from ‘ving to be counted and forever pictured into my forever nightmare
Spirits are beings and people too.
The Devil reads spirits.
Sign up to do same
Have quiet come to God moments and interludes
It takes time and getting used to
But, it is part of LIFE
And, what God wants to give you
See you in a Bit
Didn’t say bye as she is quiet not
But, hovers over, watching who say what
Who confessed to what
Who came by to say and face Final Respect
Kenneka, caring is the least we can do.
Though the world seems a little hardened after all that has happened, and is happening
Yet centuries ago, to steady our feets, someone muttered:
“two sparrows going for a penny, yet not one of them falls to the ground outside of our father’s care“.
- Andrew Holmes
- KENNEKA JENKINS LIVE UPDATE FROM ANDREW HOLMES
Channel :- Mek & Jimmie
Published On :- 2017-Sept-14th
- Chicago Tribune
- Hotel Footages
- On hotel video, Kenneka Jenkins last seen alive staggering through kitchen
Published On :- 2017-Sept-14th
- Color Me Badd ( Tyrese )
- Carrie Underwood
- Carrie Underwood – Don’t Forget To Remember Me
- Patty Loveless
- Patty Loveless – How Can I Help You Say Goodbye
Music Video from: Patty Loveless, Only What I Feel, 1993 Sony
- Phil Collins
- Phil Collins – In the Air Tonight
- Pete Rock & CL Smooth
- They Reminisce Over You
FROM THE ALBUM “MECCA AND THE SOUL BROTHER” (1992).