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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Write in the ROMANCE genre (04/19/07)

TITLE: No buddy wanna see us to geeeedder – but it don’t maaaadder –no!
By Kathleen Morris


It wasn’t just the fact that she was falling in love with Damarco that drew her to him the moment he entered a room, it was the way he treated her. He opened doors for her, pulled out chairs for her, and treated her like a lady. His gentlemanly qualities far outweighed the other young men in the church, and that put him at the top of the list as far as she was concerned.

But nobody else could see past his dark chocolate skin.

“You’re not gonna date him, are you Jan?” Lisa whispered in her ear one night during an evening worship service.

“What would you do if I did?”

“I would never speak to you again! Really Jan, you have a reputation to uphold. And besides, I thought you liked being single. We’re a team, you, Tammy, Beck, and me. Remember, single for Jesus? You don’t’ want a Jamaican man anyway!”

She said it like it was a dirty word, they all did. From the moment Damarco started attending their church, she could see the judging eyes. He was a refugee and more importantly, a man of God. He deserved better than that.

“You guys are pathetic!” Jan snapped back. “Damarco is sweet and polite and …”

“….and black!”

“I can’t believe you said that Lisa!” Jan sobbed, running from her seat where she and the singles group usually gathered.


Damarco rose immediately as soon as he saw Jan rush past him. He knew what it was all about. They were trying to sabotage the two of them again.

Why couldn’t they just leave her alone? He felt his blood boiling as he ran after her into the foyer.

“Jan!” he called out, turning his head toward the bathrooms. “Wait!”

She was crying just like he thought.

“No mind what day say gal…my heart is beatin for ya.” And it truly was, fast and furious, in a way that he never thought possible.


Damarco drew her into his magnificent arms and held her tiny fame against his own. Jan couldn’t help but sob into his broad shoulders, trying not to get his bright yellow shirt all wet with tears.

For a moment, the two of them just held each other, lingering in the embrace until their eyes met with unspeakable passion. Softly, Damarco touched his warm lips to hers and kissed her for the first time.

It was as though she had known him forever.

“I love ya gal,” he finally said after coming up for air.

Jan sniffled and blushed, wiping her tears from her cheeks. “I love you too Demarco De Vigal.”

“You sure? Cause no buddy wanna see us to gedder,” he frowned.

Just as they both pulled away from each other, Lisa, Beck, and Tammy rushed up to her and pulled her from Damarco’s arms.

“Get your hands off of her,” Lisa shouted. “God doesn’t like this.”

“You mean YOU don’t like this,” Jan snapped, clinging to Demarco.

“God does NOT want us to be unequally yoked Jan,” Lisa said viciously. “It says it in the Bible. Maybe if you read it once in a while instead of being so obsessed with Demarco all the time, you might actually find it written in there.”

Demarco shook his head. “I AM a Christian mon.”

“But you’re NOT white,” Lisa retorted. “God is VERY specific when it comes to his laws.”

Demarco hung his head.

“You’re wrong Lisa!”

But it was too late. Demarco rushed away, headed out to his car, and sped off into the thundering night.

Lisa shrugged. “I was just saying….”

“You’re wrong you know. I love Demarco. It doesn’t matter if he’s black, white, green, or purple. God doesn’t care what color his skin is and neither should you.”

Later that night, Jan fell to her knees in prayer. “Father, do you want me and Damarco to be together?”

One faint unquestionable voice echoed through her mind sure and steady as the rain falling outside her window…that, and the persistent ring of the telephone.

It was Demarco.

“Do ya still love me gal?” he whispered on the other end, shaky and unsure.

With a smile, Jan giggled an amiable yes and said, “No buddy wanna see us to gedder…. but it don’t matter, no…. cause GOD said Go!”

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Dan Louise Mann04/26/07
I really like this story. Really fun to read the Jamaican dialogue. Kudos to you!
Chrissi Dunn04/27/07
Well done - very unique. This story had a clear message. Man looks on the outward appearance, but God looks into the heart. (I think that's my interpretation of a verse in 2 Samuel!).
Pam Carlson-Hetland04/27/07
This story is well written and with a very thought provoking message. The dialogue was great. I could "hear" it. The title drew me in--nice play on a current song.
Julie Arduini04/29/07
How I loved this! I thought the dialogue was amazing and the message excellent. Great writing here!
Jan Ackerson 05/01/07
Great job with the dialect, and with creating realistic, believable characters.
Lynda Schultz 05/01/07
Prejudice is hard to kill - even amongst those who call themselves christians. Great lesson, well done.
Jacquelyn Horne05/01/07
Very tastefully done. Good article.