My Family Has Been Displaced In The Dead Of Winter

Something I never thought possible became a reality. While following my dreams I’ve felt the negative forces growing in abundance, but this latest turn has stifled me beyond any measure I would be able to understand. It’s 13 degrees farenheit outside and I have been kicked out of the home I have been renting for 3 years; my wife and myself were the only caretakers of my mother’s house for the past year. What happened over the past year? A lot. My grandfather passed away and my mother moved in with my grandmother. My cousin passed away unexpectedly. I had a seizure at the end of July— I almost died. The diagnosis; anxiety related. Why would I have this immense anxiety? I’m blessed, successful, and happy. But not more than two years ago, after my elder family members had taken several trips to Africa, my mother married a Nigerian - (pause) and then brought him to the US right before my grandfather died. This African now lives in my grandparents’ home - and it is truly my belief that this ‘man’ has taken complete mental control of a very important & large part of my family. Why would a mother kick out her own son - her valuable son, who has sacrificed endlessly for all sides of his family. Not only me, but more detrimentally, my wife of 8 years and our son who turns 4 years old this month. Again, I am stifled - confused, hurt and weakened. My 5th independent album came out on Valentine’s Day and I am financially strapped. I have spent an excess of $15,000 to get my album composed and released, as well as money spent on duplication & merchandising - no more than just 3 weeks ago! So now I am begging for help. Begging for mercy as it seems these negative forces at play have none.  I was the family member who had a close and special relationship with each member of my family, following the example my grandmother had laid before me. This same grandmother, who I spoke with EVERY DAY for the past 34yrs of my life, has been unreachable. Her 85th birthday passed and I could not wish her a HBD! I am broken and I don’t know how to heal from this damage. She is the most important person in my life! A black man born to a single mother has never had it easy. I was not given all the tools to build the future I desire, yet and still I continue to build in the name of God. I just would never and could never fathom that same parent making their child’s life any more difficult, to add to their adversities.  She is gone. Possessed and/or suffering from an unspoken mental illness. I am now truly a motherless child. By supporting this urgent cause, helping me to recoup monies extended on projects already released, any and all donors will receive merchandise of your choice - from CDs to T-shirts and more. I have to find housing for the three of us as well as my 10yr old dog Cookie. We are all displaced, disowned (by our choice), and in disbelief by the events that have unfolded: the lies, hurt and deceit we’ve been expected to endure. Please help me and my family of 4 as we survive this latest test. From here it can only get better. Thank you