Jaycee's P.O.V.
When Michael dropped me off, I felt sick to my stomach. Something is nagging at me, I just can't figure it out. It didn't help that Jada was in the car either, she's very annoying and pushy. The whole time her mouth was going ' Why are we leaving?' ' Can I stay at Hayvenhurst?' ' Can we stay longer?' ' Why do we have to go nyumbani so early?'.
Not only that, but I threw up on the way. I threw up on the sidewalk, on the mitaani, mtaa and in Michael's limo. When we finally got there, my vision was blurry, my throat had a knot in it and my back was killing me. This was officially the worst siku of my life!
Michael's P.O.V.
Later that evening...
I was slumped in my chair staring at the plate in front of me. Today was supposed to be a good day, and it was soiled. Even though I upendo fried chicken, I wasn't hungry tonight.
Mother glanced at the plate and then at me. " What's wrong Michael? wewe haven't touched a thing!" I sighed and started to pick up my fork. " Nothing Mother. I'm just not hungry."
Randy sat inayofuata to me with collard greens and chicken stuffed in his mouth. " wewe gonna eat that? Dis chicken is good!" He says, gleefully taking my chicken off my plate. Everyone laughed. I'm glad he's enjoying life.
My attention went back down to my now meatless plate. I tried to eat the Candy yams but they weren't fully cooked and were dry. I can already tell it was made kwa La Toya.
Jermaine looked at me with a sinister look on his face. I upendo him a great deal, but he sure can be nosy! I flinched when Joseph yells " Boy! wewe better eat those greens and yams. Your mother and sister spent the whole siku preparing it!"
For the inayofuata five dakika I licked my plate clean. I knew I couldn't talk to my parents, correct that- Mother without my siblings butting in. Even if they don't but in, mother always ushers me to Jermaine au Jackie. What can they do? They always say things like ' Sorry, can't help wewe there little bro' ' Ask Joseph' au something like that.
Janet came up to me with an innocent puppy look on his face. " Mikey? ' Yes Dunk? " Can wewe play with me?" I sighed with boredom in my voice. " Sure, why not?"
Of course, I was fooled into playing princesses with Janet yet again. I don't understand why she's so obsessed with them, she'll never be one.
Besides us dressing up, eating chai and crumpets and basically ruining my teen years, we were cuddled on the kitanda watching The Exorcist. Janet was nearly begging me to watch it, claiming she was grown enough.
Unfortunately, when the movie was at the beginning, Janet chickened out and went back to the little girl she was. I had changed the channel to Sanford and Son. Redd Foxx was always funny to me. Janet fell asleep in my arms. She's so cute when she's sleeping. Minus the potential snoring and the constant kicking.
I took Janet upstairs to put her in kitanda and went to call Jaycee. I feel really bad about what happened earlier. Especially for Bill, because she threw up on him too. When I picked up the phone, it was a long time before anyone picked up.
' Hello?' Jaycee answered weakly.
' hujambo jay Jay! What's up?' I asked.
' I've been throwing up all night and I feel like I've been on a carousel for ten years!' She yelled in a half-weak voice.
' Oh, sorry to hear that! I hope wewe feel better. Listen, when wewe get better, I was thinking that we could, I don't know, go on a date?'
The line went silent then. She just exploded with a excited and gleeful scream. " Yes!!! I will, I will, I will!" For a sick person, she was sure exuberant.
Jaycee's P.O.V.
I haven't felt this happy since my little sister was born. For the first time in my life, I had something to be happy about. All my life, I worked. Work was all I knew. My mother was a housekeeper, currently a lawyer, but still. Sometimes she works so hard that we go days with it just being Jada and I. Michael is the reason for my sunny days. The way his adorable brown eyes lighting up every time he sees me, his shy, yet open personaility. He actually treats me with respect and I know for a fact that he isn't a womanizer like many guys that liked me.
He also is like a big brother to me, even though we're in a relationship. Words can't even describe how much I upendo him. The way he clings to me is just amazing. Now I know I have a man in him.
When Michael dropped me off, I felt sick to my stomach. Something is nagging at me, I just can't figure it out. It didn't help that Jada was in the car either, she's very annoying and pushy. The whole time her mouth was going ' Why are we leaving?' ' Can I stay at Hayvenhurst?' ' Can we stay longer?' ' Why do we have to go nyumbani so early?'.
Not only that, but I threw up on the way. I threw up on the sidewalk, on the mitaani, mtaa and in Michael's limo. When we finally got there, my vision was blurry, my throat had a knot in it and my back was killing me. This was officially the worst siku of my life!
Michael's P.O.V.
Later that evening...
I was slumped in my chair staring at the plate in front of me. Today was supposed to be a good day, and it was soiled. Even though I upendo fried chicken, I wasn't hungry tonight.
Mother glanced at the plate and then at me. " What's wrong Michael? wewe haven't touched a thing!" I sighed and started to pick up my fork. " Nothing Mother. I'm just not hungry."
Randy sat inayofuata to me with collard greens and chicken stuffed in his mouth. " wewe gonna eat that? Dis chicken is good!" He says, gleefully taking my chicken off my plate. Everyone laughed. I'm glad he's enjoying life.
My attention went back down to my now meatless plate. I tried to eat the Candy yams but they weren't fully cooked and were dry. I can already tell it was made kwa La Toya.
Jermaine looked at me with a sinister look on his face. I upendo him a great deal, but he sure can be nosy! I flinched when Joseph yells " Boy! wewe better eat those greens and yams. Your mother and sister spent the whole siku preparing it!"
For the inayofuata five dakika I licked my plate clean. I knew I couldn't talk to my parents, correct that- Mother without my siblings butting in. Even if they don't but in, mother always ushers me to Jermaine au Jackie. What can they do? They always say things like ' Sorry, can't help wewe there little bro' ' Ask Joseph' au something like that.
Janet came up to me with an innocent puppy look on his face. " Mikey? ' Yes Dunk? " Can wewe play with me?" I sighed with boredom in my voice. " Sure, why not?"
Of course, I was fooled into playing princesses with Janet yet again. I don't understand why she's so obsessed with them, she'll never be one.
Besides us dressing up, eating chai and crumpets and basically ruining my teen years, we were cuddled on the kitanda watching The Exorcist. Janet was nearly begging me to watch it, claiming she was grown enough.
Unfortunately, when the movie was at the beginning, Janet chickened out and went back to the little girl she was. I had changed the channel to Sanford and Son. Redd Foxx was always funny to me. Janet fell asleep in my arms. She's so cute when she's sleeping. Minus the potential snoring and the constant kicking.
I took Janet upstairs to put her in kitanda and went to call Jaycee. I feel really bad about what happened earlier. Especially for Bill, because she threw up on him too. When I picked up the phone, it was a long time before anyone picked up.
' Hello?' Jaycee answered weakly.
' hujambo jay Jay! What's up?' I asked.
' I've been throwing up all night and I feel like I've been on a carousel for ten years!' She yelled in a half-weak voice.
' Oh, sorry to hear that! I hope wewe feel better. Listen, when wewe get better, I was thinking that we could, I don't know, go on a date?'
The line went silent then. She just exploded with a excited and gleeful scream. " Yes!!! I will, I will, I will!" For a sick person, she was sure exuberant.
Jaycee's P.O.V.
I haven't felt this happy since my little sister was born. For the first time in my life, I had something to be happy about. All my life, I worked. Work was all I knew. My mother was a housekeeper, currently a lawyer, but still. Sometimes she works so hard that we go days with it just being Jada and I. Michael is the reason for my sunny days. The way his adorable brown eyes lighting up every time he sees me, his shy, yet open personaility. He actually treats me with respect and I know for a fact that he isn't a womanizer like many guys that liked me.
He also is like a big brother to me, even though we're in a relationship. Words can't even describe how much I upendo him. The way he clings to me is just amazing. Now I know I have a man in him.
TMZ has learned the Holmby Hills mansion where Michael Jackson died is getting a serious boost in security -- so nobody messes with the super-expensive property while it's on the market.
Sources connected to the nyumbani tell us ... now that people know the nyumbani is "vacated and for sale, the property owners have increased security to keep it safe."
As we previously reported, the owners are requiring potential buyers to go through an "extensive pre-qualifying check" before they can even walk in the door ... just to keep out the riffraff.
The nyumbani is currently on the market for a cool $28 mil.
Sources connected to the nyumbani tell us ... now that people know the nyumbani is "vacated and for sale, the property owners have increased security to keep it safe."
As we previously reported, the owners are requiring potential buyers to go through an "extensive pre-qualifying check" before they can even walk in the door ... just to keep out the riffraff.
The nyumbani is currently on the market for a cool $28 mil.
An MJ shabiki club is on a desperate mission to clean up the hivi karibuni graffiti onslaught outside the King of Pop's tomb -- claiming a few bad apples could spoil everything for MJ's non-vandal followers.
The Official Michael Jackson mashabiki of Southern California have extended an mizeituni, mzeituni branch to Forest Lawn Cemetery -- where MJ is buried -- offering to clean up the hivi karibuni wave of hidden vandalism outside the singer's tomb ... before the cemetery decides to ban MJ mashabiki altogether.
A rep for the group -- which organizes a monthly pilgrimage to MJ's burial place -- tells TMZ, they want to "fix this mess" so FLC doesn't associate MJ's upstanding mashabiki with a bunch of sharpie-wielding hoodlums.
As TMZ first reported, Forest Lawn is currently on red alert over the illegal doodles -- hunting down the artists responsible ... and threatening to ban any potential copycats for life.
No word if Forest Lawn will take the shabiki group up on their offer.
The Official Michael Jackson mashabiki of Southern California have extended an mizeituni, mzeituni branch to Forest Lawn Cemetery -- where MJ is buried -- offering to clean up the hivi karibuni wave of hidden vandalism outside the singer's tomb ... before the cemetery decides to ban MJ mashabiki altogether.
A rep for the group -- which organizes a monthly pilgrimage to MJ's burial place -- tells TMZ, they want to "fix this mess" so FLC doesn't associate MJ's upstanding mashabiki with a bunch of sharpie-wielding hoodlums.
As TMZ first reported, Forest Lawn is currently on red alert over the illegal doodles -- hunting down the artists responsible ... and threatening to ban any potential copycats for life.
No word if Forest Lawn will take the shabiki group up on their offer.
The film deals with the life of Jackson from his childhood until the death of large stars. The Katherine, in fact, intends to offer hundreds of hours of family video to Howard Mann, who wrote the album with her. These include hardware since the family moved from Gary Indiana to Los Angeles as soon as the Jackson 5 signed with the label Motown.
alisema even, that the Howard has paid richly-digit amount to the former partner of Michael, Marc Schaffel, for 26 additional hours of video material with the king of pop. The Katherine Howard and planning a series of films for Michael. The documentary "This is it in the preparation of the king of pop for the comeback, earned profits of 400 million U.S. dollars to the family.
like your charm, your face,
just everything.
But the thing I think of the most
is that smile of yours.
Everytime I see it,
my moyo skips a beat
and my thoughts get Lost in it.
Your smile gives me butterflys in my stomach.
Your smile makes angels sing, a song that fills the streets.
Without that smile,
there is no joy in this world.
No one can replace it.
There is no mistake that when wewe smile,
that wonderful, beautiful smile,
the world turns into a better place.
To: My LOVE, Michael Joseph Jackson
By: Gracie