Long Time Comingby Vanessa Miller
Deidre Clark-Morris is a faithful Christian who has everything she could dream of, except the children her heart longs for. Kenisha Smalls has lived in poverty all her life. She has three children by three different men and has just been diagnosed with inoperable cancer. While the meeting between these two women appears accidental, it becomes their catalyst of hope.… See more details below
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Deidre Clark-Morris is a faithful Christian who has everything she could dream of, except the children her heart longs for. Kenisha Smalls has lived in poverty all her life. She has three children by three different men and has just been diagnosed with inoperable cancer. While the meeting between these two women appears accidental, it becomes their catalyst of hope. Neither woman expects the blessing that God has in store for her. While Deidre guides Kenisha on the path to eternal life with Jesus Christ, Kenisha teaches Deidre how to stand strong against the storms of life.
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Long Time Coming
By Vanessa Miller
Abingdon PressCopyright © 2010 Vanessa Miller
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Twenty-three and played out. Like the words of a tired old blues song, Kenisha Smalls had been strung and rung out.
"Too young to give up," she chided as she pulled herself out of bed. But when her feet hit the floor and her knees buckled from unexplained pain, she reminded herself that she had actually lived a hundred dog years, lapping at the crumbs from underneath other folks' tables, and being kicked around by more good-for-nothings than she could count. A few years back, Kenisha thought some good would have to come into her life to even out the bad. But when James, her first baby's daddy, got arrested for armed robbery, and then Terrell, her second baby's daddy, got himself shot and killed trying to be a kingpin, she'd stopped praying for the sun to shine through her drab days and resigned herself to embrace the rain.
Guess that's how she'd hooked up with Chico. Kenisha had been dazzled by his olive skin, wavy hair, and bulky arms. Dazzled by his corporate job and technical school education. Of course, all that dazzling occurred before her responsible boyfriend started hanging around her crackhead brother, Kevin Carson. By the time she had given birth to her third child, Chico had quit his good-paying job so he could give crack his undivided attention.
Now the only time Kennedy saw her crackhead father was when he made his first-of-the-month visit. Begging for a loan that he knew his broke behind couldn't pay back. She remembered the first time she refused to give Chico her rent money. He'd punched her in the face so hard her teeth clickety-clacked. Grabbing the iron skillet that she'd been frying chicken in, she'd chased him out of her house. When she walked back in and saw Jamal, her oldest child, standing in the kitchen holding a butcher knife, his eyes blazing with fury, she swore right then that she would have nothing more to do with Chico and his crack demon.
Shaking her head to ward away bad memories, Kenisha grabbed a washcloth and towel from the hall closet. Jumping in the shower, she allowed the hot water to assault her weary bones. As the steam filled the small bathroom, she wallowed in the horror story her life had become. What next? How much can happen to a person before the Almighty decides it's time to pick on someone else?
"Ah, dawg." She knew she'd forgotten something. Bumping her head against the tiled wall of the shower, she turned the water off and stepped out. She had an appointment that might make her late picking up Jamal from school. Not wanting to leave it to chance, she decided to call her sister Aisha Davis to see if she could pick up her son.
Before she could get her clothes on and make it to the telephone, Chico knocked on her back door. She was familiar with his knock. It was the first-of-the-month, "baby, can I please get a loan" kind of banging that rolled through her head twelve times a year.
"Don't I have enough to deal with?" She picked up the pink frilly robe James had bought her on her fifteenth birthday. It had been soft and pretty, but the drudge of life had worn on it. Thought she would have replaced it long ago. But the kids kept coming, and the men kept leaving.
She picked up Jamal's leather belt, secured her tattered robe, stalked downstairs and flung open the back door. "What do you want, Chico?"
"Ah, girl, quit tripping. You know you're happy to see me. Them hazel eyes of yours sparkle every time I come over here."
She ran her hands through her short layered hair as the skeleton strolled up to her and puckered his lips. The five-day stench and sunken cheeks made Kenisha back up and give him the hand. "If it's money you want, my welfare check hasn't even arrived yet."
Crossed eyes and a deep sigh accused Kenisha of misjudging him. "How you know I didn't come over here to see my beautiful little girl?"
"Did you happen to get a job and bring your beautiful little girl some child support? 'Cause Kennedy likes to eat."
"Why you got to be like that?" He leaned against the kitchen sink. "See, that's why I don't come by more often. You always trippin'."
Kenisha opened the back door."Boy, who do you think you're fooling? You don't come by more 'cause the first only comes once a month." A strong wind blew her robe open, exposing two bony thighs.
"Girl, you need to quit selling them food stamps. You know I like a woman with meat on her bones."
Kenisha rolled her eyes and waved him toward the coolness of the outdoor wind.
"Oh, so it's like that?" Pushing himself off the sink, he told her, "Just get Kennedy down here. Let me see my baby girl, and I'll be on my way."
"She ain't here. They spent the night over at Aisha's."
Walking toward her, he got loud. "How many times have I told you not to have my daughter over at your sorry sister's house?"
"When the telling comes with a check, that's when I'll start listening." Still holding the door open, she motioned him outdoors again.
He poked his index finger into the middle of her forehead. "Make sure my daughter is home the next time I come to see her."
He walked out. But before Kenisha slammed the door, she told him, "Yeah, right. We'll see you in thirty days, Chico."
She sat on the couch as her body shook with rage. Her rage was directed not only at Chico, but at all the men who'd promised her sweetness, then made her swallow dung. She was tired. Wished she'd never met any of them. She sure wouldn't be in the fix she was in now if she'd waited until marriage to have sex. Maybe she should have signed up for karate classes when she was six or seven. That way she could have broken her mother's boyfriend's neck that night he took all her choices away.
Clicking on the TV, she hoped to find enjoyment in somebody else's drama. Dr. Phil was putting a smile on the face of a woman whose house had been robbed and ransacked. "Ain't that 'bout nothing? My life is raggedy, but I don't see nobody offering me so much as a needle and thread to stitch it up." She turned off the TV and stood. Might as well just deal with it. She picked up the phone and dialed Aisha.
The phone rang three times before Aisha's angry voice protruded through the line. "What have I told you about calling my house so early?"
Caller ID wasn't meant for everybody. It was 10:45 in the morning. And Aisha's lazy behind was still in bed, screening calls. "You need to get up and fix breakfast. My kids have a hot meal every morning."
Aisha yawned. "Your kids ain't no better than mine. They can walk downstairs and fix a bowl of cereal just like the rest of them monsters."
Rolling her eyes, Kenisha wondered why she'd agreed to let Diamond and Kennedy spend the night over at her sister's house. But she had been too tired to get on the number 8 bus and pick them up. Blinking away unwanted tears, she allowed her fist to smash against her living room wall.
Ever since her doctor had told her about the cancer eating away at her body, her walls had gotten punched. When her doctor told her that having sex at an early age was one of the factors for cervical cancer, she'd wanted to kill the men who had paraded through her life, taken what they wanted, then left her diseased. "I need you to pick Jamal up from school today."
"Oh, no. I've already got two of your kids over here. Dawg, Kenisha, I've got four kids of my own. What makes you think I want to babysit another?"
Grabbing some tissue, and wiping the moisture from around her eyes, she said, "Look Aisha, I've got an appointment. "Kenisha's third radiation treatment was scheduled for today. She'd missed her second appointment when Aisha promised to pick up her kids, but never showed. "It's important or I wouldn't ask."
Kenisha heard the rustling of the sheets as her sister sat up in bed.
"What's so special that you can't pick up your own son?"
"Nothing special. Just another rainy day."
* * *
Deidre Clark-Morris sat behind her oak desk trying to decide whether to respond to her emails. At last count, she had seventy unopened messages. She just couldn't make herself read another parent complaint about the athletic programs she was forced to cut. And she didn't have the patience to deal with teachers complaining about old textbooks. The superintendent had already given her his sorry-about-your-luck look the last time she told him that she needed to replace the textbooks.
Today, she didn't have the energy to fight. Deidre had other things on her mind. Consuming things. Things between her, Johnson, and God. Please God, don't let it come.
It was her monthly cycle. Due yesterday, but thankfully absent. If it didn't show up today, maybe she'd finally have some good news to report to Johnson.
Another email appeared in her inbox. This one was from Johnson. The header read, "How are you doing?" On an ordinary day, a simple message like that from her husband would have put a smile on her face. Would have made her think of the "When a Man Loves a Woman" song.
But today was not ordinary. This was the day she would either get her period or be pregnant. So she knew that her wonderful, loving husband's email really meant "After seven long years of wishing and waiting, are you finally pregnant?"
Leave me alone. Those were the words she wanted to shout back across the email line. But salvation in the name of Jesus, and a couple deep breaths stopped her tirade. Consigning Johnson's email to the same devil the other seventy could go to, Deidre signed off her computer. It was 3:30; the students had been gone since 2:50.
"It's time to go."
A knock at her door stopped her from packing up. "Come in."
Mrs. Wilson, the stern-faced second-grade teacher, walked in with little Jamal Moore in tow. Deidre knew Jamal. Had greeted him several times in the hallway. He was always well groomed. One of the first things she noticed about Jamal, after his signature zigzag cornrows, was that his pants fit. Either he or his mom didn't buy into that sloppy, hanging-off-your-backside fad that most kids were wearing.
"What's up?" Deidre asked.
Pointing at Jamal, Mrs. Wilson told her, "His mother didn't pick him up. I need to leave him with you."
"I was just getting ready to leave, Mrs. Wilson. I can't stay with him today."
Mrs. Wilson gave Deidre a piercing glare. "Now, I understand that you are the principal of this school, and therefore more important than the rest of us, but you are also the one who closed down the after-care program—"
Deidre held up her hand. "The superintendent closed down our after-care program, Mrs. Wilson. Not me."
With hands on healthy hips, Mrs. Wilson told her, "I don't care if it was you or the superintendent. You didn't stop him. And you promised to take turns watching these errant children. Well, it's your turn."
Deidre looked toward Jamal. With the exchange going on in front of him, he couldn't be feeling very wanted or cared about. For goodness sake, his mother had left him to fend for himself. Abandoned him. He didn't need to listen to this babysitting tug-of-war. "Go home, Mrs. Wilson. Jamal and I will be just fine."
"What's your number?" Dismissing Mrs. Wilson as she harrumphed out of the office, Deidre smiled at Jamal. "We'll get your mom on the phone. She'll be here in no time, you'll see."
She opened her desk drawer, grabbed the Reese's peanut butter cup she'd been saving for a special occasion, and tossed it to Jamal. She stood and picked up the telephone. Her smile disappeared. The oozing warmth between her legs screamed, "Failure." With as much composure as she could muster, she put down the phone. "I'll be right back."
Picking up her purse, she ran down the hall to the teacher's restroom. In the stall, sitting on the toilet, her worst nightmare was confirmed. "Oh, God. Oh, God, no." She had done everything right. She'd used that chart religiously. She and Johnson had waited until her body temperature was at the right level. How could she not be pregnant? Banging her fist against the restroom stall, she declared, "It's my turn, God." But, no matter how much she wanted it to be, it was not her turn. Would probably never be her turn.
She put her elbows on her thighs and her hands over her face, and cried as if she'd carried a baby to full term, watched him play in the backyard, watched him grow into a young man, then held him as he slowly died in her arms.
Twenty minutes later, Jamal found her still crying. He tapped on the stall door. "Mrs. Morris, what's wrong?"
"I-I g-got my period," she blurted between gasps. She clamped her hand over her mouth as her eyes widened. The superintendent had been itching to fire her. He'd certainly do it now. How could she blurt such a thing out to a seven-year-old child?
Jamal smirked. "My mama always screams, 'Thank You, Jesus' when she gets her period. The only time I heard her cry was when Mr. Friendly—that's what Mama calls it—came late one month."
Although she hated to admit it, Jamal's statement caused her to be upset with God. Women who didn't want children seemed to spit them out, while she and Johnson remained childless.
She closed her eyes, blinking away the remnants of tears as she thought of her husband. The day they met, he'd overwhelmed her with his deep, dimpled smile. Scared her when he declared that he believed in destiny and she would be his wife. But the following week she was hooked, so into him that when he told her how many children he wanted, she couldn't bring herself to tell him that two doctors had pronounced her infertile.
She should have told him. But he was all she'd ever wanted. Their love was so new, she'd been terrified of losing him. After the Lord saved her soul, she'd thought that if she charted her fertile periods and prayed ...
Sniffling, Deidre wiped the tears from her face. "I-I'm sorry, Jamal. I'll be out in a second." She blew her nose, took the pad out of her purse, and lined her underwear with it. Flushing the toilet, she adjusted her clothes before opening the stall.
As if he were talking a lunatic down from a ledge, he asked, "Do you need me to get you anything?"
Washing and drying her hands, Deidre shook her head.
"When I'm sad, Mama holds my hand. That always makes me feel better." He stretched out his hand. "Do you want to try it?"
Deidre's heart swelled with love for this little boy who reached out to her when she needed it most. She grabbed his hand as they walked back to her office.
He squeezed her hand. "Feel better?"
A tear trickled down her cheek. "Much. Thank you, Jamal."
Back in her office, Deidre put her files in her briefcase. "If you don't mind, Jamal, I'd like to go home. I'll call your mom and give her my telephone number and address."
"That's fine with me. Just as long as you let her know where I'll be. I wouldn't want her to worry."
Deidre almost told him that she was sure his mother wasn't all that concerned. If she were, she wouldn't have forgotten to pick him up. That was the other beef she had with God. She and Johnson would be great parents. They'd never leave their children to fend for themselves. But alas, the babies were gifted to the unfit, while she, Deidre Clark-Morris, babysat.CHAPTER 2
Memories, like demons, kicked Kenisha around as she lay down on that hospital bed while this X-ray-looking machine sent radiation through the cancerous parts of her body. She felt weak and beaten as the ghosts of yesterday reclaimed her soul.
* * *
"Dynasty, girl, you ain't right."
"Ah, stop your crying," she told Kenisha as she raked the cards off the table. "We won fair and square, and you know it."
Kenisha sat back and huffed. "Just deal the cards." They were playing Spades. Terrell, Kenisha's boyfriend, was her partner. And Clyde was Dynasty's partner. Although the stiff way Dynasty was treating Clyde made Kenisha wonder if he was still her live-in boyfriend. She turned to Clyde. "You need to stop letting your bad habits rub off on my sister. She was a nice girl before she started messing around with you."
Laughter escaped the mouth of three of the card players. But Kenisha noticed something akin to regret dancing around her sister's eyes. Dynasty's silence changed the mood.
Clyde either didn't notice that Dynasty wasn't on his team anymore, or he was playing dumb. He put his hand over Dynasty's and said, "Ain't nothing wrong with my baby. She knows how the game is played. You're the one who needs to keep up."
Dynasty pulled her hand from Clyde's as she smirked at Kenisha. "That's right, baby sis, you need to keep up."
"It's like that? All right then." Kenisha turned to Terrell and said, "You heard 'em, right? So I need you to help me show these knuckleheads how the game is played for real."
Terrell kissed the deck of cards and then dealt them. He turned over the first round of cards so that everyone could see what the other player was dealt. Clyde got the three of diamonds, Kenisha got the ace of spades, Dynasty got the king of hearts, and Terrell got the little joker.
"It's on now," Kenisha said with glee. She thought for sure that she and Terrell would win this hand, but the rest of the cards didn't go in their favor and they lost that hand also.
Terrell stood and stretched his long, athletic body. "Guess it's time to go. I got people to see."
Kenisha frowned as she cleared the table. "Thought you said you were going to let that mess alone?"
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Long Time Coming is a story of two women from different walks of life: Deidre, an upper-middle class middle-school principal; and Kenisha, a girl who was forced to become a woman too early due to an environment of poverty, drugs, and alcohol. Despite immediately misjudging one another, these two women bond over a universal force-the love of children. I was immediately drawn into this book after reading only the first paragraph. I was touched by the sad story of Kenisha and how she dedicated her life to providing for her children. I enjoyed the first two thirds of the book quite a bit. After that, it got much too preachy. I am a fan of inspirational fiction and expressions of faith in fiction; however, I don't want to read a sermon on being saved. Let's face it: pretty much anyone reading this book is already a Christian. There's no need to convert the readers! This is why Long Time Coming got only 3 stars, rather than 4. I loved the story, but the end dragged. The story was also very predictable: you can guess how it will end from the blurb on the back of the book. However, the interesting characters make up for lack of suspense.
What a great story about God's love, forgiveness and the power of redemption. This book makes me remember that God gives us many, many chances. I thoroughly enjoyed this and was brought to tears and thankful for the many chances that God gives us as Deidre and Kenisha shared their story of tradegies and triumph! This is truly one of those books that you must read!
Great book! I could not put it down.
This was beautiful from beginning to end To have a gift of words and to use it to glorify God and His kingdom is true testimony May everyone whose eyes grace the pages of this book be blessed i just we could have seen in more detail the growth of the whole family
This story has moved me , God is good
I was pleasantly surprised that the book held my interest since you can forsee the way the book would end as you got into the story. The author did a great job with developing the families - I hated some and loved others. This was the first book I read by the author and I would read more from the author. This is not your typical Christian fiction story.
I really enjoyed this book. This is not the type of book I nrmally read but I really enjoyed it!
This book was a pleasure to read. It showed multiple people and their struggles with life and God. It did bring tears to my eyes a few times through out. It also helped with my faith and why God does what he does. I competely recommend!!
I decided to read this book after my book club had a discussion on it and their comments peaked my interest. If I had saw this book on the shelf at my local bookstore I'm not sure I would have bought it. So I'm very glad that the book came up for review at the book club. This is a story I would not have wanted to miss. Warning: This story is a real tear-jerker, so keep the Kleenex handy. The story follows two women Deidre, a grade school principle who strives to follow after God's heart and Kenisha, a 23 year old mother of three, who could care less about God, because she figures He feels the same way about her. She is dying. The women's paths cross when Kenisha treatments interfere with her picking up her son from school. However, Deidre isn't aware of Kenisha's condition and things are said between the two and it becomes quite clear that they won't soon become fast friends. But God had other plans. "Long Time Coming" by Vanessa Miller is a story of faith and sorrow. As you journey with these women through their story you learn a lot about understanding the hearts of those who have hurt them deeply as well as those that they have hurt. Then being able to learn to forgive them and accept forgiveness. And in Kenisha's case, that also includes forgiving God. I give "Long Time Coming" four stars because of its riveting storyline and the poignant way this story was told. My only disappointment was the predictable ending. However, this is a book that will stay with you long after you turn the last page. It will inspire you to reach into your own heart and your own past to see if there's anything there that you still need to give to God. This is one book that I would love to see made into a movie. Buy a copy for a friend. Trust me, they will be eternally grateful.
This book touched my heart and you must read it. These two women allow each other to grow in so many ways. This book gives a good personal and faithfilled message that all Christians must hear, read, and believe in.
This is a very good book, and reminded me of the fact God loves me, and is a forgiving God. I would have given this book 5 starts, but there were times when the story would drag on. But I do recommend this book.
I don't recall the last book that I have read that put a smile on my face, while bringing tears to my eyes. This book is so beautifully written - can feel the sadness, pain, and love of the characters.
This story made me laugh and cry. This is an excellent read finished this in one day
I love stories that share hope of the human spirit. This one did just that!
Bittersweet story which parallels the lives of two women. The two main characters are from totally different backrounds but sisters at heart. God uses those hearts to change everyone around them, including each other.
It is a great book , made me want to go tell other people about what Jesus has done for me
I really enjoyed this book. It made me cry and reminded me that God is wonderful and loves us all.
Good book, really enjoyed reading it!
Omg.. I had tears going down my cheeks. With out reservation I recommend this book. The story was fantastic from beginning to end! Warning make sure you have a tissue handy!!!!
A great reminder of God's grace
Maybe it's because I haven't read a lot of African-American literature, but this book came off a little cliche or like it was playing into stereotypes. The vocabulary/dialect/grammar of the characters did not feel genuine (how many times to the characters really need to say "Dawg"), but again, it may be because this is a different genre or style than I am used to reading. The plot was good but obvious; there was no surprise as to where the story was leading. Because of that, part of the middle of the book felt more like a reading of a string of events than real plot development. There was also some confusion as to the timing of events in the book. You'd end a chapter and it felt like you should be picking up the next day or the next week, but it wasn't until three paragraphs in that you'd find out you are actually several months ahead now. I don't want to sound like I disliked the book; I found it sweet, and it was an entertaining read, but these other issues detracted from my overall enjoyment.
Although difficult to write through tears, I am deeply moved by Long Time Coming. Thank you Vanessa Miller for a profound tool in taking a look at my own faith and the power of prayer to reinforce it. This is one of those books where the heartache and the joy are running neck and neck at winning your the reader over and the mix is perfectly harmonious. Look forward to seeing more of your God given talent.
Wow what a great read. Story of trust & forgiveness.
Introduces you to life you may not be familiar with. Very touching.
I liked it.