My 90’s Faves

🎵🎧🎵I love music and one of my favorite music eras is the 90s, New Jack Swing, real sangin’, the group’s era. So, since it is my birthday tomorrow–well in 33 mins–let me share some of my favorite songs. 
1. Never Lie by Immature

2. I Wanna Be Down by Brandy

3. I Like the Way (The Kissing Game) by HiFive

4. Jump by Kris Kross

5. Real Love By Mary J. Blige

6. Gotta Be by Jagged Edge

7. Tribute to a Woman by Ginuwine

8. One In A Million by Aaliyah

9. Always Be My Baby by Mariah Carey

10. If I Ever Fall in Love By Shai

11. Don’t Take It Personal by Monica

12. We Can’t Be Friends by Deborah Cox and RL

13. Beauty by Dru Hill

14. Make It Hot by Nicole Wray

15. Unbreak My Heart by Toni Braxton

16. Be Encouraged by William Becton

17. No Weapon by Fred Hammond

18. Keep Ya Head Up by Tupac

19. I Like Your Smile by Shanice

20. Scream by Michael Jackson and Janet Jackson

21. Soon As I Get Home by Faith Evans

22. What About Your Friends by TLC

23. His Eye is on The Sparrow by Lauryn Hill and Tanya Blount

24. Addicted Love By BeBe & CeCeWinans

25. Juicy by Notorious B.I.G

26. My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion

27. Go Up Yonder by Walter Hawkins and Love Counter

28. Let’s Chill by Guy 

29. Tell Me What You Want Me To Do by Tevin Campbell

30. Forever My Lady by Jodeci. JVideo

31. Can You Stand The Rain by New Edition. NEVideo

32. You’re Always On My Mind by SWV. SWVVideo

33. Silver & Gold by Kirk Franklin and The Family. KFVideo

34. Keep On Walking by CeCe Peniston. CPVideo

35. Doo Wop by Lauryn Hill. LHVideo

36. Brenda’s Got A Baby by Tupac. TVideo

37. I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston. WHVideo 

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Tannika’s Free Writing & Flash Fiction: Flash From The Past 3

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Welcome to my new series where I will be free writing and writing flash fiction to have fun, to regain my discipline as a frequent writer, and to stretch and strengthen my writing skills.

This is an old story I originally wrote during college, years ago, for my creative writing class. It is a fictitious, urban story that came from I don’t remember, but it was fun to write. Editing and few changes were made prior to publishing here.

Jackey And The Stranger At The Bus Stop Pt. 3

It was a week after Jackey and Desmond’s argument. On a particular night, Sandra, Brian and Jackey cleaned and locked up the shop. Brian and Sandra walked to their cars ten feet from the bus stop. “You sure you don’t need a ride,” asked Brian.

“Desmond is on his way. I’ll see you Tuesday.” Jackey watched the two get in their cars and she went and stood next to the white and blue bus sign. Jackey and Desmond had not broken up, and in fact they had had arguments before but never anything major. Yet, Desmond did not apologize to Jackey and he promised he would pick her up from work like he always did.

And as always, Desmond took his time like he did down their high school hallways. Jackey was leaning on the sign’s pole. She flipped open her cell phone. It was 10:50. The only lights came from the street lights and the dimly lit old convenient store. She let out a deep breath and sighed. She was going to go back into the shop. She had the key and was starting to feel the chills after waiting in the cold.

“What time does this bus come,” asked a startling voice from behind her. Jackey quickly turned around. Her medium long black hair with plum colored streaks flapped against her face. She hadn’t noticed the stranger standing against the old convenient store next to the salon.

The store was so old that the signs were missing letters and the door had chipped paint. The light over the door and inside the store was so dim that if it wasn’t for the street lights, there wouldn’t be enough light to guide customers into the old store.

The stranger stood in the shadows under the dim light waiting for an answer.

“I think it came at 10:30,” said Jackey.

“I’m already running late,” the man said. He bent his leg and put his feet up on the store’s brick wall. He flapped his hand against the bent leg’s thigh.

Jackey squinted but couldn’t see the man’s features clearly.

“Why didn’t you get a ride with your friends?” the stranger asked.

“I’m waiting for my own ride,” said Jackey. “By the way, do I know you?” she asked defensively.

“Late huh?” he asked ignoring her defensive attitude. You know it’s not good for you to be out here by yourself at night.”

“I know and why you bothered by it anyway,” Jackey said rolling her eyes. She didn’t mean to be hostile but the stranger was right. She didn’t need to be out here at night talking to God knows who and waiting for Desmond.

“Just concerned,” said the stranger.

As the bus finally neared, the stranger who was wearing a brown work uniform and black leather jacket stepped forward out of the dim light. He was a clean cut guy and wore a haircut that looked as if it was freshly cut. His eyes were dark brown and shiny. His eyebrows and cheekbones rose up when he smiled. His mouth formed a crooked but pleasant smile. Jackey was taken by surprise and she smiled back.

To Be Continued….

Faith it Through

This poem/prayer is dedicated to those who may be suffering from anxiety. I understand how hard it grips you and how as a result you feel hopeless. God sees our tears and He can erase all of our fears. Trust Him. 

Mountain of anxiety be lifted up
And thrown into the sea
And Don’t come back with more fear
To terrorize me.

Body, and mind, and spirit too
Believe that God can deliver you
And Be healed by His stripes
Tired of these attacks
I’m losing my strength to fight.
But I’m not turning back

God, hear me and let my tears fall at Your feet
Anchor my faith in You
And let Your healing wells run deep.

You did not give me a spirit of fear,
But of power, love, and a sound mind
You have not left me, nor forsaken me
You are right here.
And every thing will be fine.

So Lord, I praise You even in the valley
I praise You even though it’s hard
I praise You with the queasiness in my belly
I praise You for what I can’t see naturally
I praise You in advance
For complete healing and the unwavering faith stance

That I will have joy in the morning,
I will rest in You,
I will be delivered from all my fears,
I will continue on with hope and a future penned by You,
And I will survive today and continue to faith it through.

In Jesus’ name, amen.
Love,

Tannika

Five Things I learned From My Mama

This Sunday we celebrate our mothers. We thank God for them and honor them for their selflessness, sacrifice, and unconditional love. 

I love my mama and I make sure I express it as much as I can. But before I move forward, I am going to stress that we take the time to pray for children (of all ages) who have lost their mothers as well as for mothers who have lost children. Comfort them Holy Spirit and uplift their spirits during this time, in Jesus’ name, Amen!

In honor of my mom, I want to share five things she has taught me and told me:

  1. You can’t please everyone.😊 Be okay with that. 
  2. Work hard. 💪My mom has worked faithfully for her job for more than 18 years. I have learned and strived for longevity and commitment in my professional and personal life through her example of hard work. 
  3. A man is not going to fall on the couch. 🛋 Sorry ladies, God isn’t going to just plop him right on your couch. Don’t go looking for a guy, trust God, seek God, but get out there and live your life. And God will help him find you!
  4. Treat yourself. ❤Be kind to yourself. Make sure you matter to you.
  5. Trust God! 🙏🏾My mom always reminds me to give it all over to God. Hearing and seeing her testimonies lets me know that she too had to learn and trusting God never fails because He doesn’t fail.

              Happy Mother’s Day Moms!   

                ____________________________

What are some things you learned from your mom? Please share below!

Writing Tip Jar: Be Concise

Writing Tip Jar is a series to help encourage other writers and inspiring authors along their journeys. Happy Friday, and pull out your notebook or click on your cellular notepad! It is time to write.


My flaw as a writer is that I sometimes overwrite. I, too, had to learn to write concisely as well as learn to show and tell and not just say.

Here is a tip from Shrunk & White. I kept my little Shrunk & White book from college because it is an awesome resource for writers. Thanks to my former professor, Dr. Aghahowa, for introducing her students to this resource.

“Vigorous writing is concise. A sentence should contain no unnecessary words, a paragraph no unnecessary sentences, for the same reason that a drawing should have no unnecessary lines and a machine no unnecessary parts. This requires not that the writer make all sentences short or avoid all detail and treat subjects only in outline, but that every word tell.”–Shrunk & White: The Elements of Style

Do you write concisely or do you tend to overwrite? What strategies and tools do you use to write concisely?

Can’t Move Forward

After reading the first 6 chapters of 1 Samuel, I am beginning to understand how God’s presence and God’s glory are important to the believer, the Body of Christ.

The glory of God, which is seemingly difficult to define, is basically the external manifestation of God’s presence (http://www.biblestudytools.com).

The presence of God is also difficult to define. However, the Hebrew term for presence in the scriptures is translated as “face”. Dwelling in the presence of God means to have a deeper closeness and fellowship, close and personal encounter, a response of worshiping in spirit and in truth as well as a total surrender to God, His sovereignty, and His love.

We can’t move forward without either God’s glory and presence. We need God’s glory in everything–not our glory but His. We need His glory during decision-making, good times, special events and family time, travels, and during trials and tribulations. Where the glory of God goes, there is power, deliverance, and victory.

Living in the presence of God ensures safety, joy, sustainment, and the blessing. 

Please read 1 Samuel 1 to 6

Prayer:

Heavenly Father, The Great I Am, 

I worship You today! I ask for forgiveness of my sins, disobedience, and even my fear that keeps me focused on my circumstances, frailties, and man. Help me to overcome the fear of man and to have the fear of the Lord. Help me to fix my eyes on Jesus who is the author and perfecter of my faith. Help me to remember that You have all authority and power even over the devil himself. Forgive me for living my life contrary to this. Now God, I ask You also to help me and the rest of my siblings-in-Christ to seek Your presence and glory. We want to live in Your presence and we want Your glory to  accompany us daily, even going before us. Have Your way, Holy Spirit, and thank You God for answering our prayers in Jesus’s name, amen!

Trust God & Set The Captive Free,

Tannika Moore

http://www.stcfpoetrybook.com 

Wearing Someone Else’s Shoes 

For those who have read my latest book, you are most familiar with its leading poem, Wearing Someone Else’s Shoes Ain’t Never Been Me, for which my book was named from. 

For those who have not, here is a chance to read my poem which centers around coming to the  realization of one’s one-of-a-kindness and purpose. It details the confidence that God created you with a destiny in mind and that you are fearfully and wonderfully made. If your DNA wasn’t proof enough that God wanted you to take off another’s shoes and embrace the destiny and being that He purposed for you, then your individual spiritual gifts, and talents, and His setting you apart unto Himself has got to be further clues. 

So enjoy this poem and be encouraged!
Wearing Someone Else’s Shoes Ain’t Never Been Me

I was meant to be free/Wearing someone else’s shoes ain’t never been me/With whom I carry on the inside, I shall find my way through the dark/I was meant to not only shine, But carry His spark/By allowing God’s Word to take root in my heart 

Don’t limit me with your small beliefs and hindering measures/And don’t block the path to my destiny, my heart’s treasure

Don’t assume that I am through/When I am down and nothing’s new/Keep saying “I’m not going to make it”/Before you know it, I’ve made it, And made it past you!

Keep spreading lies ‘cause you can’t handle what’s true/Get back, Get yourself out of the way ‘cause I am coming through/Some of you trying to latch on Might have to let go/‘cause I have to let go too/

I was meant to be free/Wearing someone else’s shoes ain’t never been me

Those shoes don’t fit/And forcing them to doesn’t seem legitimate/The shoes that were framed and molded for me/Will help me embrace my own destiny/I am set apart and unique
No longer conformed/And I took off my uniform/That kept me fitting in and walking the same/I took off my complacency and no longer walk in shame

No longer seeking the approval of man/ Took some practice and stumbling In these shoes/But now I can stand 

I was meant to be free/Wearing someone else’s shoes ain’t never been me 
Visit http://www.stcfpoetrybook.com for more information on Wearing Someone Else’s Shoes Ain’t Never Been Me or my other book.