Welcome to you Hide Me at Black. I'm Martina Abraham Zalunga. Check out this newest story leaving the kingdom.

It comes from Joy, who had to make a difficult decision between living the life her mother wanted for her or living life for herself. You're listening to you had me at Black, Black, Light in the heart of the city, Black,

Man, listen, man.

Yeah.

This is you having at Black and we live baby.

So, about 10 years ago, I lost my mother.

Now, before everyone goes oh no and clutches their pearls. My mom is alive

and well she's thriving somewhere on the south side of Chicago probably with a six piece from Harrels.

So she's good.

But nonetheless, I lost her.

Depending on who you ask, people give you a different opinion,

but I can only tell you my perspective.

I was born into like a dual existence if you will. It was a loving dysfunctional as fuck dual existence.

You see my mom was a Jehovah's Witness.

Scratch that, let me real.

My mom is a Jehovah's Witness and not just like any Jehovah's

Witness, my mom is like super saved. So the best way I guess I could describe it is if you

could imagine like the last supper you know when Judas was about to go

betray our Lord and Savior and all his deep condition glory my mama was the one

that walked in with the Dixie Cubs and it's like oh no Christ you're good I'm here to save the day.

Now on the other side of things my dad was the man that forgot to pray at Thanksgiving

day like you look up and I'm like, so no, you're just not

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