Ceaser Greer Jr
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I didn’t choose the fire. It found me—through heartbreak, addiction, rejection, and the weight of generational curses. But I learned to walk through it, not just to survive, but to understand. Every scar became a sentence.
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The Mystery of Black Women’s Hair, Destiny, and Divine Connection
The Mystery of Black Women’s Hair, Destiny, and Divine Connection There’s a mystery I’ve observed over the years—why so many Black women struggle with hair growth or seem to stop caring for their hair altogether. It’s not just about beauty products or genetics. It’s deeper, spiritual even. I remember working at a convenience store as a young man, and a particular young girl would come in regularly.
By Ceaser Greer Jr3 months ago in Families
THE MYSTERY OF THE CRACKED PHONE.
The Mystery of the Cracked Phone I’ve always believed that the condition of a person’s phone says more than we think. You see a shattered screen, and it’s not just glass—it’s a reflection of something deeper. A story. A warning. A lesson. I learned that the hard way.
By Ceaser Greer Jr3 months ago in Families
Coca Cola
Throughout my time working with Coke and other retail locations like Piggy Wiggy, the Dollar Store, and Walmart, I’ve always approached my responsibilities with dedication, integrity, and a sense of personal ownership. I never saw my job as just a paycheck—I treated every task as if the company were my own. Whether it was pulling pallets of overstock to the front of the store or organizing merchandise, I gave it my all. At Piggy Wiggy, I made it a point to handle each pallet with care, working through them thoroughly and efficiently. I didn’t just do what was asked—I went beyond, using my own knowledge and experience to make the store look its best.
By Ceaser Greer Jr4 months ago in Humans
Highway Robbery
Highway Robbery I stepped into an old store today, one of those places that still smells like dust and linoleum, where the shelves lean slightly and the fluorescent lights hum like they’ve been tired for decades. Something about the place stirred a memory—sharp and unsettling. I realized, standing there in the quiet, that when I was young, the stores my grandmother traded with were robbing her blind. Not with guns or threats, but with inflated prices, deceptive deals, and the kind of quiet exploitation that preys on trust and limited options.
By Ceaser Greer Jr4 months ago in Families
The Master . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I learned this early. At 16, I got my first job at a convenience food store owned by a man named Robert Lee. At first, it felt promising. The pay was decent for the work we did. But when Robert’s wife stepped in, everything changed. Our wages dropped to just $13 a week.
By Ceaser Greer Jr4 months ago in Families
The smoke of a cigarette is like a train. The Drugs that almost killed me. Drinking alcohol is like a fish. We eat food like pigs.. Content Warning.
Chapter One: Smoke and Steel He smoked like a train. Not for pleasure. Not for rebellion. But for rhythm. The rhythm of survival. The rhythm of forgetting. Each drag was a beat in the song of his struggle. Each exhale, a cloud of memory he didn’t want to carry anymore.
By Ceaser Greer Jr4 months ago in Families
Memoir Title: “Eradicate: A Journey Through Fire, Faith, and Redemption”3. Content Warning.
1. Born for a Purpose Childhood curiosity, divine identity, and the four words God gave you. 2. The Thorn and the Calling Early spiritual encounters, prophetic identity, and the mystery of pain.
By Ceaser Greer Jr4 months ago in Families
Memoir Title: “Eradicate: A Journey Through Fire, Faith, and Redemption” 2. Content Warning.
1. Born for a Purpose Childhood curiosity, divine identity, and the four words God gave you. 2. The Thorn and the Calling Early spiritual encounters, prophetic identity, and the mystery of pain.
By Ceaser Greer Jr4 months ago in Families
