Gospel Music Artist Jessica Reedy Is Nothing More Than A Church Whore That Has Two Basterd Children By A Married Man!!!

Posted on August 12, 2017

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Everything Is Going Down, But The Word Of God……May of you might recall Sunday Best runner up Jessica Reedy.  It was 2009 when she appeared on show with the strage raspy voice almost won.  As strange as her voice sounds she is peculiar and not in the manner the Bible speaks of for Christians.  Over three months ago Obnoxious Media was contacted by a woman that has been devastated and family ripped apart as direct result of Jessia Reddy.  Tasha Cisse shared that husband has a security company and provides protection services to a number of celebrities that come in and out of Atlanta.  Fofana Cissè met Jessica when he was hired to provide her security during trip to Atlanta.  It seems the two began to spend a lot of time together when she would come in and out of the city.

 Although, Jessica claims to have not known the father of her children (her baby daddy) was married she did know he had a daughter and was spending so much time with her father and his Gospel singing whore that he had his child start calling he Auntie Jessica.  This long complicated story is beyond comprehension and can best be explained by Tasha directly.  It is no way that the church should condone this horrible behavior with the excuse of keeping it real.  Jessica has two bastard children and never been married and with amount of baggage she most likely will never be wife material.  Perhaps if she lived a portion of what she sings about instead laying on her back with her legs in the air surrendering  to men instead of to God she might would be someone’s wife to be.

Time out all of the excuses for this deplorable behavior by church leaders and Gospel Artist.  Grown folks are going to Hell!  You cannot live how you want to live and justify it and think you are making it in. Jessica is another example of someone that was not thinking one bit about God and ministry as much as she was looking for a big break and was not good enough to make it on American Idol or The Voice.  Jessica is a horrible person to allow a married man daughter to call her Auntie and she knowing was committing adultery and has the nerve to sing Gospel songs while living like she is Nicki Minaj or Lil’ Kim in the church.

Read Tasha Cisse’s email to Obnoxious Media below:  

I don’t know how to begin my story, my encounter, my horrifying journey this has been an absolute nightmare.   

I actually felt like this was an episode on Bravo or a Lifetime Movie Network. I never imagined I would ever go through anything like this. I had always heard stories of men cheating on their wives some of my closest friends had gone through it but I never in a million years did I think this would happen to me. I asked myself over and over again, what did I do to deserve this? Why me? I felt like someone had taken a knife and stabbed me in my heart repeatedly. As if I could not wake up from a terrible dream.

I decided I wanted to write a book to let others know that “religious people” are not so “religious”. I wanted others to know that they are not alone. Many women have experience similar, very painful moments when they were either slapped by the cruel and surprising hand of reality or forced to accept what they feared was true. I sat down and tried to write the first paragraph, first scene of my story to help me heal, grow and thrive. Every time I tried to start it, I failed miserably, leaving me in a balled up sobbing mess. Apparently, my emotions were all over the place, I was up beat and positive one moment then down and blue the next. 

Instead of starting off with a book, I figured me keeping a journal would give me many positive benefits. By purging and writing down my thoughts, I could grow from this, this would make me stronger, it could heal my broken heart, help me grow as a person and help me mentally, physically and emotionally. I thought recording my thoughts would help me gain more insight into my behaviors and moods; I felt I could use these writings to problem-solve and reduce my stress level. I knew journaling has been proven to improve mental and physical health. At the end of all of it this series of unfortunate events and how I come out of it will become my testimony, which could serve to help someone else.

2015-2016 had been the worst days in my life. I had been miserable, depressed and literally sick to my stomach with sadness. Depression hit me hard, like a head-on collision with a Mack truck! There was no time to even brace for shock, I had been caught completely off-guard. The proverbial rug had been snatched from under me sending me into a head-over-heels tumble from which, still today, I am reeling from. It had negatively impacted my social life, my friendships and my relationship with my children. I found myself being short with my children and lost the desire to spend time with them. It was hard to find joy in much of anything. I just wanted to lay in bed and be left alone. Some nights, the only sleep I got came from the sheer exhaustion of crying myself to sleep. It was as if I had lost complete control of my life. The pain was debilitating, the worst physical and emotional pain I had ever felt. It was hard for me to breathe through the sadness, a literal pain in my chest with each breath I took in. I was suffocating under the tremendous blow of adultery. For the first time in my life, I knew the agony of heartbreak. When I decided to marry my husband, I knew, for me, “for better or for worse, in sickness and in health” was for a lifetime. Somehow, I feel I got the “worse” end of the stick.

I began to blame myself. I stopped working, couldn’t sleep at night, and couldn’t eat. I had lost weight, lost contact with family and friends, couldn’t get out of bed or leave the house and most of my waking hours were spent teetering between obsessing over every “story” he told, every misstep I made and sleeping, with hopes of alleviating some of the anxiety of it all. Sometimes it got so bad I found myself thinking of and being content with the idea of going to sleep and never waking up. Part of me didn’t want to be alive anymore, I just wanted an escape from the pain. I didn’t want to feel that heart wrenching pain anymore. I asked myself, what was wrong with me? Why me? I thought I was doing everything right and worked hard to please my husband. Somehow, it just wasn’t enough. I had more questions than answers and the darkness seemed to be everlasting. Some days I still cannot believe this all came at the hands of the man with whom I entrusted our finances, our family; my life. I tried to stay positive and prayerful asking God to take the pain away, to make me a better woman, to protect me from my enemies but felt very little reprieve.

It is arguably one of the most painful moments in my lifetime: the moment I realized, camouflaged by “love” and “loyalty”, I was being cheated on. My husband of 11 years had been unfaithful to me and had committed the ultimate sin of adultery. This type of realization can be compared to nothing less than an unanticipated gut-punch- swift, unexpected and painful, leaving me staggering and gasping for air. Again, what did I do to deserve such treatment? I started to wonder was it when I didn’t let someone get over on the highway, was it when I lied to my mom about eating the last piece of cake? What was it?

Summer 2016 my then 6 year old daughter made me aware of someone she was introduced to by my husband (her father) and with whom she had talked to over the phone that she referred to as, “Auntie Jessica”. She told me that “Auntie Jessica” was planning a girl’s trip to New York City where they would go shopping, get manicures and pedicures. She also told me that she and her “Auntie” were going to visit Six Flags over Georgia and would ride as many roller coaster rides as they could. I can recall that when my daughter would refer to Jessica as her “auntie”, I would politely remind her that she does not actually have an aunt named Jessica. Knowing that our daughter was introduced to “Auntie Jessica” by my husband I questioned him as to who she was. He told me that “Auntie Jessica” was actually Jessica Reedy, BET’s 2009 Sunday’s Best gospel singing competition runner-up. They met in passing at the airport. He maintained that she was merely a client, turned friend. His work schedule kept him on the road for many days, and sometimes weeks, traveling to and from and even with clients. Due to their closeness in “friendship” and proximity I asked him if he was involved with Ms. Reedy in any other way than professionally. He emphatically denied any kind of relationship with her. He promised me that their dealings were strictly professional in nature and he persisted about how much he loved me and loved our family. He promised he would never do anything to hurt me and I was, “trippin’” to think anything else was going on. Even with my spiritual discernment, also known as that “gut feeling”, telling me otherwise, he dismissed my concern and tried to make me feel like I was crazy.

Months later, my daughter started receiving gifts mailed to our home, I asked my husband and he said Jessica’s assistant sent our daughter these gifts and it was nothing to be worried about. I thought to myself, no real woman sends gifts to a child’s home without knowing or having some kind of relationship with their mother. The gifts included several Barbie dolls, a huge dollhouse, an Easy Bake Ultimate Oven and Edible Arrangement. Despite never having been formally or informally introduced, I, as well as my eldest daughter had even received large Edible Arrangements. Again asked myself, how could any woman send gifts to another woman’s home who she doesn’t personally know?

November 29, 2016 a girlfriend sent me several screenshot pictures from Jessica Reedy’s Instagram and Facebook pages, which depicted Ms. Reedy in Dakar, Senegal, my husband home country. To say I was shocked would be a massive understatement. It felt as if I would crumble under the stress and anxiety I was feeling in that moment. I immediately called him and asked him about the pictures and he said, “It’s nothing! She was in Senegal on business only!” Once again, he promised me that he loved me and nothing inappropriate was going on between her and him. He told me to, ”trust him”. Immediately after hanging up the phone with him, I literally ran to the bathroom and vomited. There was something in my spirit; in my soul that told me things were not as they seemed or as he would have me believe. It was in that moment I felt like the walls were closing in on me.  

My husband continued to make me feel like I was making up stories/accusations, that I was concocting these unreal scenarios that depicted him as a cheater and I was driving myself crazy because he was not doing anything other than providing a service to a client. He even resorted to using reverse psychology. He began to accuse me of cheating even though I was healing from a recent bi-lateral full knee replacement surgery and subsequent infection, multiple revision surgeries, full-time, in-home health aide care and physical therapy. There was a period where I had no kneecaps due to infection after the first replacement surgery rendering me homebound, bedridden and under full-time nurse care for months. As if dealing with a debilitating surgery wasn’t enough, I was subjected to my husband’s accusations of me being unfaithful!

January 4, 2016 I emailed her booking agent Tim Maynor and is as follows:

 “Hello,

This is Mrs. Cisse, Fofana Cissè’s wife; I have a private family issue I would like to discuss with Ms. Reedy. I thought the appropriate thing to do was to reach out to her via this method opposed to lashing out on social media. Please have her give me a call directly on this line 678-***-**82 within the next 48 hours. Thank you very much for your time and assurance in this matter.”

Jessica called me immediately and we talked for hours. She claimed she didn’t know he was married although she informed me she had read a lease agreement of his and it listed the spouse’s name as mine. She said, “I asked him about the lease and he said it was nothing.” She also said she had seen pictures of me, that she saw me in a Grey wool coat and that he bought her one as well and he bought her the same diamond necklace he had bought for me. She told me that she was in love with my husband and how he asked her to marry her on a bridge in Michigan and she said yes. She told me she paid for my daughter’s gymnastics and swimming bills.

When Jessica and I talked she began to cry. I didn’t know at the time what she was crying for. Months later she told me it was because the day before we talked she found out she was pregnant. At that time I asked her, are you going to have an abortion? She was appalled and said, how dare you say that to me and told me she did not believe in abortions. She said this was a blessing from God. I said to her, you’re knowingly going to have a baby by a married man? She told me that she would not see him again but of course that was not case.

The following month my husband came to our home called me outside and told me that he was tired of lying and that he was sorry. He told me that he had gotten her pregnant but he was no longer in a relationship with her. When he told me she was pregnant I almost threw up. All I could think was, it’s hard enough to get over an affair but the fact that there was going to be a child born of his affair was too much to bear. It seemed like I would never be able to put things behind me because the child would be a permanent and constant reminder of his infidelity.

During one of our conversations Jessica told me that she visited Dubai and Senegal my husband’s home. She said that she didn’t want anything African in her home. She had purchased new furniture to get that “African scent” out of her home. She claimed she would not name her baby after my husband, instead she would call him an American name or something out of the Bible. I was shocked to find out she named their son after his father, my husband. Considering the lies that had been told to me prior to this, I shouldn’t have been surprised but I was. She, again, was doing what she wanted and deviated from what she said she was going to do. It didn’t take long but I have come to the realization that both Abdul and Jessica are manipulators.

 The following months, in an almost scripted change of event, she turned into a quasi-friend and became an advocate for me salvaging my marriage. She would send me bible verses and encouraged me to fight for it. She told me to do everything I could to save my marriage. Her, Jessica, the mistress, the woman carrying my husband’s love child. Days later she told my husband to not to contact her anymore because her pregnancy was high-risk and she was experience a lot of stress due to the situation.  

 My husband’s mistress, turned fiancée, Jessica Reedy gave birth to a son in August 2016. I heard she was elated and showing the baby off via social media and that she had named her son after Abdul. If she is going talk about her bundle of joy, show pictures of this child and talk about her dilemma she needs to tell the entire story, not bits and pieces and don’t sugar coat anything on social media. Yes this baby boy is innocent but neither she nor my husband will ever be innocent. I understand that although she had a played a huge part, Jessica to blame for my failed marriage. She had no loyalty or obligation to respect feelings, or me that was solely my husband’s responsibility. After all, he is the one who made a vow to me before God, she did not.

 Abdul would call our daughter and he would be holding their son. The infant would be making baby sounds. One day I couldn’t take it anymore and I hung up the phone. It was as if they both were laughing at me.

Yes unfortunately we are still married and I cannot wait until our divorce is final. This has been the worst chapter of my life. Girlfriends have told me she’s going around saying she is sorry that she has another child out of wedlock, almost making herself out to be the victim when she is actually a co-conspirator. I have been victimized by them both but I refuse to be a victim. Because of their selfish behavior I have lost all that I knew to be true. I lost my family. Our daughter lost her father being here with her in the same household. Karma will prevail. You cannot mistreat and hurt people, leave them broken and in shambles then expect to have a nice, easy, quiet, happy life. She can pray all she wants she will still go to hell. Having a baby by a married man, both of them will go to hell.

”Watch out for false prophets. “Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves” Matthew 7:15

I don’t know how to literally begin my story, my encounter, my horrifying journey, my lifetime story or nightmare. This was definitely a nightmare and I horrible dream I never wanted to wake up from. It is arguably one of the most painful moments in a person’s life: the moment they realized they’re being cheated on yet camouflaged by love and loyalty, so it can take one gut-punching, undeniable moment to realize that your husband isn’t being faithful and, well, that moment is just the worst. I was literally depressed and felt miserable. This depression hit hard and was negatively impacting my life and my relationships with my kids. This was completely disabling and the worst pain of my life. For better or for worse, I feel I got the worse.  

I figured me keeping a journal would give me many positive benefits: strength, healing, mental and physical health, personal growth and development. I thought me recording my thoughts would gain me insight into my behaviors and moods; I felt I could use it to problem-solve and stress reduction. I knew journaling had been proven to improve mental and physical health.  

I literally cried, prayed, asked my self several times why did this happen to me? I began to blame myself. I stopped working, couldn’t sleep at night, and couldn’t eat; lost weight, lost contact with family and friends, couldn’t get out of bed or leave the house, and slept on and off during the day. Sometimes it got so bad Id wish I was not alive. I didn’t want to feel this heart wrenching pain. I asked God to take this pain away, to make me a better woman, to protect my enemies. I asked myself what was wrong with me? Why me? I found myself trying to do everything right and to please my husband.

I decided to write a book to let others know that Religious people are not so religious. I wanted others to know that I’m not alone. Many women experienced that exact same moment, when they were either slapped by the cruel and surprising hand of reality or forced to accept what they feared was true. I sat down and tried to write the first paragraph, first scene of my story to help me heal, grown and thrive. Every time I tried to start it, I just failed miserably sometimes I would cry myself to sleep. Apparently my emotions were all over the place, I was upbeat and positive one moment then down and blue the next. 

Summer 2016 my daughter told me she talked to her Aunt Jessica and that they were going to hang out at Six Flags. My six year old also told me that Auntie Jessica planned a girl’s trip to New York City and they would go shopping; get pedicures and their nails done. I can recall my 6 year old at the time telling me on numerous occasions about her Auntie Jessica in which I politely told her she doesn’t have an Aunt named Jessica. At the time my husband repeatedly told me that Jessica was a client. I accused him of cheating and he denied it each time and promised me he love me and love our family. Months later my daughter started receiving gifts mailed to our home and again I asked my husband and he said Jessica’s assistant sent the gifts. Gifts included several Barbie dolls, a huge dollhouse, Easy Bake Ultimate Oven.  

November 29, 2016 a girlfriend sent me several pictures from Jessica’s instagram and Facebook page. Pictures of her in my husband’s country Senegal. I thought I’d died. I immediately called him and asked him about the pictures and he stated, “It was nothing she was in Senegal on business only.”  

Again he promised me that he love me and nothing was going on a to trust him. He made me feel like I was making things accusations up and I was driving myself crazy. He used a lot of reverse psychology on me. He then began to accuse me of cheating.

January 4, 2016 I emailed her book agent Tim Maynor.

 

Hello,

This is Mrs. Tasha Cissè, Fofana Abdoulaye Cissè’s wife, I have a private family issue I would like to discuss with Ms. Reedy. I thought the appropriate thing to do was to reach out to her via this method opposed to lashing out on social media. Please have her give me a call directly on this line 678-849-6982 within the next 48 hours. Thank you very much for your time and assurance in this matter.

 Tasha Cissè

Jessica called and we talked for hours. She said she didn’t know he was married although she read a lease agreement and it stated spouse and my name. She also said she had seen pictures of me. She said she saw me in a

Grey wool coat and that he bought her one as well. She said she saw me with a diamond necklace on and that he bought her one to. How could any woman send gifts to another woman’s home.

She told me that she was in love with my husband. She said he asked her to marry her on a bride in Michigan and she said yes. She told me she paid for my daughter’s gymnastics and swimming bills. She told me she sent my daughters edible arrangements and me.

The following month my husband came over called me outside and told me that he was tired of lying and that he was sorry. He told me that he had gotten her pregnant but he was no longer in a relationship with her.  

When he told me she was pregnant I almost threw up.  

I told myself….It’s hard to get over an affair but what my husband cheated and had a child. It seemed like I would never be able to put things behind me because there’s a permanent reminder of his infidelity.

My husband’s mistress had a baby boy last year. I heard she was flaunting the baby around and she named him after my husband. Yes we are still married and I can’t wait until my divorce is final. This has been the worst chapter of my life. Girlfriends have told me she’s going around talking about that she’s sorry that she’s had another child out of wedlock and acting as if she is the victim. I am the victim; I had the most to loose. I lost my family. My daughter lost her father being here with her in the same household. They gain a son. Karma