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Crazy enough to love me ... The strange fruit series 1
I
have never met a human being who does not have a dysfunctionality on one level or
another and if they say they don't or, and act perfect Run ! Those that do are most
likely to have some deep dark demons down there hiding somewhere and when they come
out play maybe just maybe ? You do not want to be around (laughing). Love, real love in my world is hard work and
costs you something that is not money that is why in 2017 … most people don’t
do “real love…” fraudulent surface no
roots , yes real no… get a pet much simpler .
Cloud
was born a “Seven” humans with Angel DNA a special bloodline chosen at ancient
of days to lead us (humanity) or at least his clan the wolf pack in spiritual
warfare against the “bold heads” and legions of demons . We step into his world
, mind and emotions , he is contemptuous
of humanity and very weary of fighting
for it for his own varied reasons a deep inner conflict a rises … the same
humanity that will become apocalyptic until the last days also holds his loved
one’s and they will get swept into that
storm if he doesn’t fight , we step into his world a mind caught in conflicting
sways of decision making and timely task completion to protect those that he
loves including killing himself ,
self-perseveration vs Self-sacrifice … at the start .
“Strange
fruit is what brought me here , it’s what I am , I just want to leave some
normal fruit in this world to leave some love to leave my mark ?” and with that
Cloud takes us back to the start of his life in post-colonial Zimbabwe a time
of so called integration , a time when inter racial relationships that we take
for granted today were a taboo approached with caution and distrust not so much
because of racism it was just a time when old wounds needed healing , it was
also a time when children were seen and not heard . A time before Facebook and
twitter where people just did not say whatever they wanted without thinking of
the ramifications of their words “what happened in the house stayed in the
house” and that was law.
Seen and not to be heard born in a time when children
did not speak back to their parents or else they would face the wrath of a
leather strap or worse , we are taken into a world of two young lovers and the
“wolf pack” where their innocence struggles to breathe and is seemingly being
stripped away from them painfully and slowly , but like most human beings they
adapt to preserve their sanity and sense of love it doesn’t have to make sense
to world if it works dysfunctionality . He is African and he has just lost his
father a young boy and struggles on the path to masculinity as well as the
natural challenges of going through puberty and the complexities that arise
from his home environment as his mother attempts to find the right way to raise
them alone as well as the complex
process of integration going on at
school . Detta is white and she has also lost her mother to breast cancer , her
guide to her femininity she faces the same challenges as he does accept that
after her mother’s death her father has become emotionally vacant and withdrawn
so in their own strange ways they are both parent-less, they are drawn to each
other’s brokenness seemingly unaware of each other’s race , but very aware of I
am a boy and you’re a girl and this strange feeling they have for each other
which has all the characteristics of love but is it ? At only 12 years old they
trying to deal with not only their past’s but unsure futures , puberty , and the
present , but the issue of identity created by the new independent Zimbabwe and
people constantly imposing their values and opinions on them that contradict
the feelings they have for each other , and so they struggle with their parents
“do as I say not as I do” attitudes and we all know children learn from what
they see not what you say . They hold onto each for dear life as they wade
through the fog of change as they try to figure out what traditions to hold
onto and leave , what new things to embrace and leave while dealing with the
fear of the walk into the unknown with the knowledge that time never moves
backward for anybody , life is a
unpredictable and everything happens in the blink of an eye . They face 3
realities how they see the world , how people in world see things and what’s
really going on minus the bull shit in between . Along the journey, they are
joined by the “Wolf pack” a brotherhood of friends who confide in each to
retain their sanity from their home lives, a family away from a family built on
unorthodox love.
To
entertain educated make you laugh and have fun along the way while brushing on
issues humanity has trouble telling the
truth about . Funny a times and painfully honest looking at issues people would rather sweep
under the rug out of shame escapism or the simple fact that to confront the
issue would force them (the adults ) to take a very good look in the mirror and
either live in that prison forever or change.
The Strange fruit is simply the bi products of the situations they are
forced to adapt to and evolve around and how it affects their adult lives in
the latter years. They are the strange fruit and if you look in the mirror
maybe just maybe, you are to? Walk with us find out.
Crazy enough to love me … Strange fruit pt1
Truth
They say there is nothing worse than living in a time when you need
a hero and there are none , yes… no there is , living in a time where there is
a hero and you need him but he won’t heed the call… because of you “Why would I
fight for them , they want to be treated with dignity respect equality and some
sense of love and have equal opportunity and yet they would take mine to
somehow a sense yours . I fight for humanity not savages so when you change and
I mean really, not what you say but what you do …I might change my mind.
Return to Mecca –lyrics Cloud aka Child ether
“They say that racism is dead but I think it never left us
Like sex unprotected a lot of these bitch ass’s be infected”
Born
free ? Free from what ? We all dream of a brighter future at least where I come
from we do … for ourselves our children our spouse and for the last days of
parents to be able to provide freely and adequately to return , to complete the
cycle of love they gave or should of , the love they gave when I arrived from
the dream world is the same love I want to give back as they return to the
forever source in the dream world or as we Sevens call it the “Ether” from
which I came , most normal people want
better and brighter for their kin and for our nations , the ones we are born
from and the ones we adopt and yes they all have their challenges but we want
better . Free is one of those funny words that isn’t funny as I get older and
wiser I realise “free” like “love” is something you spend a life time savagely
fighting for it … to gain it , to defend it , to have some form of understanding
of it , to evolve in it and to pass them down generationally and make
inheritance of it … savage War with an enemy no rules “just us” no justice . Spiritual
warfare and we are on the front line and the funny parts nobody knows .
See Me
Like the cover of a book which would be my life
My ethnicity, my race, my creed, my land to whom I am a guardian,
Because they are a part of who I am, written in my veins
Even though I did not chose them
They are, the first piece of me you see.
Hear me
The dialect of my speech, the wisdom and foolishness of my words
The way I speak
Because it comes out of who I am
It is placed inside of me
It is the only thing you know for certain that comes from within me.
Judge me
By the content of my character filled with life experience
Which is my faith enacted upon
Because it is who I am, that person of free will I choose to be
It is what I have been taught and evolved from
It is a piece of me I reveal to you if I trust you.
Watch me
As a plot unfolds unscripted theatre
My actions or lack of it
Because they are the story of my life
They are what I've chosen I am
The piece of me that confirms what you conclude I am.
Know me
The perspective from which I see the world
How I view myself and maybe how you have taught me to see you
Because it is the understanding of who I am
It is why I chose to live the way I do
What am I to you but a piece of the world as you see it.
[Flash … Lost falling somewhere in the Ether]
He speaks
“I was never born black, being
black is something I was taught to be and I struggle to unlearn daily , before
time and eternity I was light , I was born a human being on the continent of
Africa in a country known as Zimbabwe , I don’t recall ever being black accept
in certain people’s minds, I was a dark chocolate Hershey brown and just as
sweet to (with a laugh) wrapped in this skin as a child of the earth , and
baked by our sun to perfection . I vaguely remember when… when I was light in
this thing and place called time and the ether, and I would sit with the angels
and we would banter, laugh and play chess high above the clouds. When I entered
the world, I lost my memory but the last thing I remember is that I could see
my entry and my exit? They were written in my heart and course through my
veins, and they (the ancients) told me to find her to complete me in this lifetime. When god made man he breathed life into him,
I don’t remember a version of the bible where god made man and then called out
to Jesus “hey..! Jesus what are you doing boy… it doesn’t matter, can you get
me the black paint… the mixed shades…” and poured it down my throat and nose
and I lived, unless it’s in some lost scrolls in the Vatican we don’t know
about. Being black is a way of thinking, it’s an attitude, not who I am . Being
black is a bundle of stereotypes of
which I can only live with one the legendary “black penis” (Nodding with
pride), and if I accept being reduced down to a colour despite that fact I am
made in the very essence and image of God,
the “I AM” and the rich history of my continent , let alone my tribe which flow in my veins, it
scares to know that some people think Africa had no rich history before certain
boats pulled up on our shores, then let me be black on my own terms the way he intended me to be
beautifully, fearfully, wonderfully, hilariously and uniquely made, I
am me in and out, “I” and I mean this to both white and black people ,if such
people exist in the first place, white people
don’t like the way I do black and the black people are always trying
telling me how to be blacker like I don’t know how, to both people it seems being black comes with a manual and
if so I must of forgotten mine in the womb at birth , you know how black people
are, and my parents didn’t have a spare copy , which proves my point if you
have to teach me how to be black, obviously I am not born that way or all the
“blackness” would come naturally to me , I
was born Zimbabwean, Shona , Dziva
to be more precise , I was born a
human being and that’s enough for me ! I
am going to try and do me and be the best human being I can be until I am
called home and back to the light again , being
black is way too full of contradictions, it’s hard to keep up , they
keep upgrading the definition and adding app’s I gets lost in my attempts at
being black suave , they say being black sets the trend for being cool but my
woman always say’s I am hot headed , apparently all black people can dance, but
to some people all black men are gangster and thugs, gangster don’t dance, we
just pull up our pants and do a the rock away, coffee’s short black, but black
men are supposed to be long… I tell you it’s confusing out here. If you don’t
like the way I do black then you do it and leave me to be a human being.
She Speaks
“I was born white to some people
but never really to myself, I was born Pink but not Alicia More but with all
the attitude, white is something you taught me to be but I was never fully
convinced of it, I have always being light as far back as he said “let there
be” that’s god that is. I was born a human being, female if you must on the continent Africa in a country known as
Zimbabwe the great house of stone, I don’t recall being white I am a polished
Caramel baked just right by the African sun, you can sniff me and smell to get
some of the goodness when god does the cooking. Even worse than being accused
of being a white woman after everything women in general all around the world
have fought for, I was then farther reduced down to… (Wait for it) … a hair
colour which somehow reflects my intellectual capacity, my sexy and sexual
drive by length texture and style of my hair, they whoever “they” maybe I just
know “they” exist took it to the next
level and farther reduced me to my breast size, waist and thighs, I might as
well of being a token human being and fulltime chicken and redefined the
meaning of white meat (laughing to myself). I would like to meet the
misogynistic ass’s who started this labelling, question umm… How would he feel
whoever he was about a label? I declare you of the bald race and as you are
bald we shall all assume you have low sex drive and a short penis… the shoe doesn’t
feel so comfortable now does it when on the other foot, assholes shifting your
insecurities onto me!
[The sound screeching brakes] Sorry I just had
a moment, I am back, anyhow I remember a time when I was light I would sit
above the clouds and time it just right, so I could steal cupid’s arrows and he
would try and catch before I could stab the humans in the heart and if he did
catch me he would tickle me and we would laugh , I could see my entry and my exit from the world and they the light
keepers told me to find him to complete us and me. If I am white and I am
covered in his blood why can’t I see the red stains umm? Once upon a time I
wore white shoes, pants and a tee shirt and stood against a white wall and
closed my eyes to be invisible, but somehow they could still see me ... it left
me confused about my whiteness, after my attempt to be a chameleon failed I
decided maybe I needed to bleach before and after each attempt until I get it
right. My whiteness has always confused me, I dance with the rhythm of Africa,
I love Asian food, I teach Española, my favourite place in the world other than
home is India, this white thing is very confusing but I do know for certain I
am African, I was born in cradle of humanity, watered by her breasts raised in
her sun schooled by her wisdom. I don’t like being confused, I don’t think I
have ever been white, just a plain and simple human being.
They Speak
“We come from The Great House of
stone where the people walk with the wind and we talk with the sky, as a
civilization we existed before Egypt we used math, fire and ice to break stone
and build a home which has stood the test of time for eons, way before Egypt,
Aztec and the Chinese, and before then we were light, we were born human beings
... (a moment to think what does that really mean?) Human beings man and woman complete, on the continent
of Africa the cradle of the world. If I recall correctly when we were light she
was dusk and I was dawn and sometimes we would meet if not in the afternoon then
at night and we would just talk, (laughing) she would smile and sometimes I would dance and then
we would part with a kiss and the promise of meeting again later on in the day
we called those moments dusk and dawn, the sun and the moon. The last thing the
angels said to me when I entered time was to “find her” and “find him” so that
we would be complete and vice versa, they never told us, or maybe they should
of warned us about this colour thing, its confusing and these colours have left
us both with scars on our skin and our heart simply because they don’t
understand when she sees me and I see her we see light, I see a woman a
precious gift and she sees a real man,
her covering, we see someone we love not black not white not green not yellow
just someone you love and loves you
back . From my understanding we are “free” and free to “love who we want how we
want” and both come at a very great cost, freedom and love that is, a cost that
isn’t money, you didn’t pay for it, you have no right to take it from us , we
don’t believe we saw you hanging on a cross and I don’t see you as the light.
We can agree to attest that we were born human beings, Zimbabwe is the country
I arrived in time on , she is found on the continent of Africa, and before that
as we have always been light, we
just live in human bodies. Unfortunately for now we are bodies in society, one
painted black and the other white by perception, but we are grown folk and in
love. So before we leave you, do the things that grown folk in love do, I am,
leave a smile on her face but she will be walking funny (departing laughing).
Free your mind, open your eyes, feel with your heart, know with your soul and
speak from your spirit.
Flash… Strange fruit
Cloud
stands shirtless in front of the bathroom mirror; his finger slowly traces a
scar that runs diagonally down his brown chest from one side to the other. When
his finger reaches the end of the blemish it lingers there for a moment , his
eyes close, his neck bows down and he lets go of a deep sigh as a painful memory
of a past time trudges through his mind like a weary soldier returning from war
traumatized , happy the wars over, not
sure of his new role in the new world for so long war has being all he has
known . A smile forms on his face as her arms snake around him from behind , he
can feel her nipples press into his back and he likes that the soft touch of
his woman, it was their thing, her gentle breath rises off the back of his neck
and her finger tips trace over his chest , over the same scar as if following
him home from the same war to the same apex trying to find peace searching for
this allusive thing we call free and she finds it, there is a pause as their
hands interlink slowly, their hands look like piano keys but the only sound
they can hear is each other’s
heartbeat just the way they liked it and they linger in the moment for a while
(oh how so many people have them but take them for granted “the moment”. They
stand in the silence looking like one rather “strange fruit” deeply rooted in
love , grounded in a deep understanding of each other that didn’t need to make
sense to anybody else , existing in an alternate universe where race didn’t
exist nor the hatred and fear that accompanied it as aliens , and in the middle
of them … well as is with the law of nature strange trees can only produce “strange
fruit”, because they themselves once were strange fruit just of a different
kind .
Detta “You have that look again ,are you okay?”
Cloud “I
am fine … I was just having a moment; I remember …?”
Detta
“shhh… don’t remember … remember that scars mean you have been to war, you
survived, you healed, you are here and your all mine and I am all yours that
all you need to remember, the battles we fight today and win are the battles
our child won’t have to fight tomorrow … let them fight new problem not ours(pause) Mr Daddy to be”.
Cloud “(Laughing)
“I like that… Mr Daddy to be, I guess I can’t be your Daddy anymore then, there
just might isn’t enough Daddy to go around? But I can still own “IT” right (she
bites his shoulder) I know … I know what I need to remember, I just wish some
wars didn’t need fighting in the first place if the last generation had truly
won , sometimes I like to think that those who went before us ... they paid the
price in full so we would not have to cash a bad cheque of insufficient funds
in humanity and morality and have to repeat that history… that his-story , we
might not be repeating history just his- story the one openly seen but unspoken
of , publicly condemned but condoned
openly and painfully tolerated depending on which side of the whip or bullet
you are on , depending on if you were the one speaking or the one being spoken
to … but what scares me the most is the silence of the countless people in
his-story who stood aside and do nothing . His-story is different when the lion
talks about the hunt and not the hunter the truth tends to come out”
Detta “ For
our seed we fight racism sexism and all the other –isms together, but this time
we take off the serpents head completely, and then skin the bitch and make a
belt bag and some boots of it”
They
laugh … “ I wrote you and the baby a little something to let you know I you
both how much I love, and to let you know advance even when you’re as big
as a whale and waddle like duck your beautiful to me ( she bits him again)
“Let’s
hear it Daddy audience of two we listening waiting “
C 5 key
I
am guilty I am the one I committed this crime
Took
one look pen and a pad and wrote the next rhyme
So
that next time our bodies might begin to intertwine
A
rose bottle of wine maybe one day you might be mine
I
love the way your eye start to shine until the end of time
because I heard through the great vine
you’re
the sun to my morn you’re the rage to storm
and
am a stand here like scarecrow in corn
rub
your belly so that we can get blessing for the unborn C 5key
Queen
and that what you mean to me
Flash…
darkness to light
In the darkness [inner
voice] Something’s wrong, very wrong … (I beat my chest seven times to summon
the ancestors and kneel … palm on the ground the energy surges) “Dziva !” …
Silence, a door opens up and light peers in the room… I get off my knee and
face the light …
“You … I thought I told
you I don’t ever want to see you again until it was time to go home, is it
time?”
“No”
“Then what’s the
problem are you slow dumb def or retarded Michael? (My eyes turn grey the
energy starts to surge) do we have a problem captain of the host we can dance
again? ”
“The bald head found
you they are aware of whom and what you are, they sent Legion to kill you … Legion
hit you in the head with a semi-truck, you’re stuck in comma that’s why you’re
in the Ether … stuck in the dream world , kind of ?”
“Why go after a general,
it would not make sense especially a retired general?”
“You’re not a general…
you are a True king (silence to digest what was just said) very few know the
real blood lines and true identity of the True Kings it was the only way to
truly protect them… to hide you in plain sight while you mastered the arts of
war and hope you didn’t get killed in the process … it is time for you lead you
already know how”
“My family if they came
after me surely they ...?” “Safe protected by a host cherubim flaming
swords 24/7 and your troops are with
them but they will need there general”
“Any other dirty
laundry you want to air and share with me and what does he want from me ?” Gabriel from behind “For you to grab your
destiny and stop fighting who and what you are for his will to be done and not
your own simple… for your obedience.”
[inner voice ]…Letter to my inner king
Wake up… I need you to
wake again. I know that I am the one who did it… did this to us, it’s my fault,
I am the one who lay you down to sleep, but please understand that I only did
it to protect you from an enemy who was hell bent on destroying you in your
infancy before you had learnt how to war and survive the strange assassins of
manhood and brutish emasculating force of life designed by them, the problem
lies in this you have being asleep so long that a part of you has forgotten who
you are, you become a king while you were still in your slumber but I had laid
you down to sleep as a prince and
precious lessons were missed, while you were violently woken up in chains and
they fooled you into believing you’re a
slave. But of late your deep inner thoughts betray you with visions of crowns
family history and glory, your soul dares you to hold your chest up with a
pride… while you whisper ancient prayers into the wind and talk with the sky,
your intellect has deducted that somethings amiss and your nostril hair burns
because of the scent do deeply rooted lie about your identity, your heart has
spoken to you with words that are foreign to them but you understand each
letter clearly, but these words don’t make sense to your circumstance … as you
question and quiz yourself … when was
the last time you ran free in path of your own mind and the plans of your own
land of true originality , when was the last time the inner beasts in you roared so loud they
garnered the heavens attention, your roar was so pure with life and essence
your lungs were empty and all pain and frustration was elevated, all who heard the roar in the inner sanctum
of your head fell to one knee and you were
once again the master of your fate and feeler of own heart…
Please wake up… wake up
please
I give you my word as
it is bond and if I must I will draw my own blood to make a mark that I will I
will never make you sleep again, this is the last time ever that we will be
parted one heart one soul one mind, I will war for you, without you I am
incomplete and our separation was like a walk through hell time felt like an
eternity … don’t open your eyes because they are already open …I need you to
wake up for me, we are the last of our kind a dying breed and if you don’t wake
up soon we will be extinct … Wake to me … reign as your ancestors did to my inner
king
[Flash The Last hour]
Power the struggle of life
Enacted in death conquering
the search for one’s self
destruction of all
Destruction will be the birth
A new blossom
existence based on death
the centre of life
A reason to live,
A reason to destroy
Conquering the rebelling world
The warrior (Cloud)
asks himself … “why is it that we strive for perfection when we are aware of
the reality of our humanity ...umm? ... Have you ever being unable to let go of
the past and found it almost it impossible to embrace the future... so what do you do? ... You make a choice.... These times we live in and this things we
call life is strange full of miracles happening and waiting to happen and troubled
times, truth’s, half-truths and full out lies fill our ears, humanity living on
the edge and not the balance of its one paradox...
“Our greatest freedom is that we are bound to
make a choice”
… The very things that divides us bring us
together, pain love culture race to mention a few... Humanity is a funny thing
don’t you think, but yet the human spirit somehow feels a need to reach out and
embrace and collide consume to feel alive, a times lost in an incessant need to
lead or be led .. .truth separated from lies...
Man does not crave money actually he craves power... In a desert money is of no
use water is power... in engaged combat money has its place to buy weapons but
the art of war is of true value. The problem lies in this... simply put … perceptions...
The concept
of the soul has become obscure... The beauty of us that permeates from the
inside out … but right now it’s the other way around... how easily we forget...
hahah …(not so funny laugh)….
Insecurity
has become acceptable (think carefully about
it... if it is true then you just felt a shiver down your spine) ...” a silence
falls he contemplates his own thoughts...
I was
standing in the dark while the wind blew with a smile of contempt for the world...
power... power surged through my being alive in my veins , tamed only by my souls indecision… When a
voice came to me from her smile and dimples . It was she...
She spoke and
said to me
“Listen to me … And I'm comfortable in my own skin. I am actually
peaceful and happy... you can be to.
Not because stuff is going good... it is not really it is
actually bad, but because I know that God can fix everything that is not good.
I know that He is fixing
it and more than that, He is fixing me. I look at my flaws and I am not hiding
them now because I know that they are on their way out.
That one thing at a time, He is totally fixing me.
It is just... well amazing. It is incredible to know that you
are flawlessness waiting to happen.
I am perfect - I am just
achieving it. It is great to know whose I am and thus, who I am.
It is great to know that
the lies that the enemy has trapped me with for so long are actually lies. I am
actually healthy. I am actually beautiful. I am actually a quiet and gentle
spirit.
I am actually wise. I am
actually a great mother to be. I am actually anointed for my ministry whatever
it may be. I actually have a purpose.
I am actually attractive.
I am actually smart. I am actually talented.
I actually have the
Spirit of God living in me. I am actually a resting place for many and know I
am not afraid to take refuge in others. I am actually a wise counsellor. I am
actually a loving daughter.
I am actually appreciated. I am actually appreciative. I am
actually a woman of faith.
I am actually fearfully and wonderfully made . I am beautiful Everything I just said I never believed. I was in bondage to
lies from the enemy. I believed him. However, it was all lies. All of it .
Because, actually, I am who and what God says I am - because He cannot lie.
Freedom .
He listens this warrior of ours, kneeling in the great
Zimbabwe the wind blows strong to move him, but he is unmoved more contempt for
the world in his smile, the wind moves through his hair... as it braids itself a reflection of
restrained thought and a still soul, as is done before battle , his sword is in
the dirt still as still a his soul is, he is in prayer and meditation he speaks
to universe through his soul and asks for guidance and forgiveness for
sins yet to be committed, he squeezes his fists so tight until water runs down
his for arms from thin air. His knuckles
and neck crack the mental place of alone...
there is no fear in this place there isn’t any redemption either and
soon there would no room for love
especially this kind of love that the Ancient spoke about that could easily turned against him be demon such as legion, It is not himself
nor the sword, but grace when motions is chosen by a wrist of such great skill
and no remorse … the moment would dictate his and our destiny ... to win or to lose
the war… to keep our to sacrifice his all and maybe even give his own life...
his eyes open his soul where this alone place returns awakened to itself as if
it were in deep slumber his soul speaks to him and his lips part to say “I
see?” his lips speak to the world “thy will be done and maybe my own (hard
headed and still defiant ”… Silence and hesitation tamper with the air “Amen”
he has “visions” slowly his eye open.
He says nothing to her
he just smiles and turns to battle ….. As his hand grasps the Asagi as he grasp
his destiny the steal separates from the earth. A choice has being made … the
power surges in his veins, the ground shacks under his feet the air bends at
his will. His grip tightens on the
handle of his spear his heart pace
increases, on the earth he stands last
but not least there is peace his muscle
relax …
The winds die dead he look at her only a smile her lips part “I know” there unique unspoken
language as said this was the kind of love only the Ancients spoke of … her
lips part again “Yes I will him that his father was a Great man”… His grip on
spear remains the same … The crumbs all around them and Legion appears... The time
for talk and thought have passed only action exists in this place... no past no
future... Just the here ...just now... and love
[Flash the ether]
Cloud “You did what
when how why?”
Michael “It was the
only way to save you and hide you again in one move at the same time?”
Cloud “you can’t just
do what you want, when you want it’s my life … mine what if I wanted to die!
What happened to free will, who gave you permission to play god with my life?”
Michael “God”
Cloud “Dumb question
you’re an Arch angel … so let me get this straight you split my being and
essence into different dimensions slash realities , married to different wives
who at different times in my life were my loves, while the universe is running
some pycho… “would of could of being lives based on different choices in time I
could of made, and you want me to go through the dimension and Ether… to kill “me”
so that the energy returns to the true source “me”? So that I can fight a demon
I don’t want to fight in the first place to save a society I don’t like,
actually a world I am contemptuous of correct?”
Michael “correct”
Left hand hitting my forehead “ this right here …
that is the bullshit right there… have
you ever thought I might have a problem with killing myself even alternate
reality… you might not like you but I love me some Cloud over here, and you’re
asking me to widow woman I once loved ? Thirdly if I am me, and me is I in
those alternate realities maybe just maybe I won’t be the easiest person in the
world to kill what if he kills me then what”
Michael “true very true
… that’s why you’re perfect for the job no need for debriefing , who better
more skilled to kill the general than the general think of it as playing chess
against yourself just know if lose you real lose your life and your soul”
[Flash the origins of the “strange fruit]
Spiritual warfare and
we (humanity) are on the front line but most of us don’t even know it and the
sad parts we are losing badly , which quite honestly doesn’t bother me but because you assholes lack morals I have
dragged out of retirement into a dog I want nothing to do with because on one
hand I have to fight you (so called humanity) and the Enemy… You see that guy
lying in the hospital bed in a comma that’s me … That’s what it looks like when
a demon hits you in the head with a six wheeler semi-truck pretty isn’t it ,
You see all those women surrounding my bed,
well those there they’re my wives, don’t judge me , I will explain everything
in a minute it’s pretty simple really
but before I get to it let me introduces my wives to you , it will help makes sense of this mess latter
on . Meet Detta my first a lot of things .
[Flash] 1994 The
first wedding
“It’s bigger and harder than I thought it would be …
you do know what do with it right ?”
“Maybe … sort of … no… maybe we shouldn’t... I mean there
no rush, no pressure next time next month year next life time”
“no… I want it this will make us, it official, that’s what
people in love do we are married now right ? I am your wife now (looking at her
grass ring as if it was a priceless diamond , young love impressionable) , I
will get on top and show you how like in the movies(hitting me pushing me
back ward slowly) slowly okay… I have never gone all the way either this is my
first time to …something we do together or we share forever”
You do not always chose that you fall in love with, if the
school master life has taught me anything at all it is that the love choses you
and the only rules you play by when in love are the ones in your head and the
ones you agree to. “Born free’s ” We
were more aware being boy and girl than we were aware of being black and white ,
born in post-colonial Zimbabwe hence the term “born free” during a time of uncertainty
of the way forward didn’t really have
choice type integration we were oblivious to the history of our peoples as we
were children and the insecurities and distrusts of parents still held on both
sides, I guess it proves as Mandela said we are not born racist but that’s
another story …
Pain is a strange bed fellow and it’s also a very powerful
magnet for those of us in it, in it and who share it, understand it, nurse it,
heal it and for those with enough strength and visions for happiness to
banish it , there are those who chose to lie in it pain that is and let it
fester and the pain becomes bitterness and a cancer of the soul and
eventually you die in body or your body’s still here but we see it in
your eyes your gone. I guess we wanted to live and find out why Mr God sent us
through time to this place called earth what was this destiny thing. Yes indeed
pain draw us to each other, but we choose to do the falling in love on our own
unaware what time would do and reveal about our peoples vs our bond.
To be honest I do
not remember not, not knowing her we met before innocence was stolen but I do
recall the first time we officially met, met… My father died when I was 7 and
that was for me the beginning of the loss of innocence , my covering from
the evils of the world had being stolen ripped from my back and out of my soul.
I had being away from school for approximately 2 weeks lord knows Shona
funerals and tribal rites for a man as great as father take forever, upon my
return in the whole entire school including the teachers she was the only
Caucasian person to give me her condolences Clique … She walked up to me handed
me a rose gave me a hug while doing so said “sorry” and then kissed my
forehead and then disappeared like a ghost … I am not sure what happened in
that moment, but the connection for a life time was born in an act of
decency , she felt my pain and what I am
I felt hers even though I didn’t know what it was as in the source … 7 years
old we walked into the highest level of human compassion adults failed to
understand … She would be my first of a lot of things (laughing) … We had
no idea of storm ahead of that was racism vs Love … Love can endure anything
but trust is fragile , the test of loving someone who’s race you don’t
trust at all … with good reason to they showed me who they are , as Maya
Angelou would say… and I have the scars to prove it . From innocents to loose
of it (innocence)
[Flash 2004 Anger management]
[Frantic knocking at the door] At this hour I
wonder who that could be (opening the door sniff sniff)…Hell no, did she just run
past me smelling of weed…[walking outside starring at an empty drive way what
the hell did she do to our car (Slowly closing the door).
From the bedroom … “Honey, if the police come
knocking at the door tell them I don’t live here anymore, better yet tell them
I am out of state, no no out the country yeah yes”
“Woman ! Get your crazy ass back out here now!
And explain why the police would be knocking on my door when I haven’t done
anything… where the hell the care is, and why the hell do yo stink of weed
…extra skunky when your ass was supposed to be at the gym …I am not asking
twice furniture’s about to move in this mother fucker 5 4 3...”
[ Inner thoughts]whatever she did this time
it’s bad real bad, hell no, is she is going to try and pull the old sexy black
lingerie to get out of this no we get this… but it does look good and her perky
… dam it working focus.
“Woman explain yourself, police knocking at my
door why ? this isn’t maths or physic we talked about this you were supposed to
go to the gym and come back no detours no nothing ...simple, you knock at the
door of your own home so that means no keys , our cars not in the drive way
lord knows where it is, and you don’t smell like swet you like weed (sniff
sniff) extra skunk might I add , explain ? ”
“I can explain honey” walking toward me
reaching for my crotch dropping down .
“No don’t honey me, I didn’t ask you to
apologize I asked for an explanation”
“Why don’t I explain and apologize at the same
time?”
[Inner voice] Cloud no! Remember what happened
last time , you enjoyed the apology so much you didn’t listen to the
explanation and you know she will only say it once then after that she is off
the hook, “ but she looks so good in that lingerie and she’s already down there
I am just saying” Cloud where’s the car… and where can get some of the extra
skunky for latter ? true focus
“Detta … get your ass up here now and explain I
am not mad at you …yet , you’re okay high but okay, we can get another car but
I can get another you your home your safe we can also get a divorce if don’t
start talking ! now!!!”
“okay … I was at the gym doing my work out when
i met my new friend old friend [her what ?], we decided to hit the tread mill and
do some cardio together while we catch up its woman’s thing you would not get
it male grunters, when these two pretentious skinny snobby white bitches said
they wanted to use the tread to which I replied when we are done [here it
comes]”
“Wait does it matter that that they were white
? Your white”
“I am not white I am African 100 % Zimbo jelly
over hear babe I can nobolo twerk and cook sadza nemuriwo , anyway don’t
interrupt as they walked away they audio-ably so ever one could hear they called
us FAT not phat FAT, not once but three
times (me putting my left hand to my forehead)
so I got off the tread mill to confront them about who they were talking your
from zim right you know what it is , diplomatically like I learnt at anger
management class confront your demon and need be exorcism [ and bet she did] , but before I knew it my new old
friend [what does that even mean]
punched one of the girls in the head and my hands had a mind of their
own [as usual] .”
“Woman it doesn’t explain the extra skunky ire
vibe and where the hell is my car”
[Flash] Dirty clean
secret
Cloud “Do you believe in magic?”
Detta “of course not aren’t we get a bit too old for that,
tricks all tricks designed for our entertainment… the only magic I believe in
happens in our bedroom”
[Rubbing my finger together, a flame appears at the tip
spreading slowly down to my palm]
“so how do I create it for you if you don’t believe ?” [Putting my hand
close to her face]
“okay… how its real … but your hand okay stop playing before you hurt you?”
“Do you believe in
love ?” [ the flame spread slowly over my whole body]
(she swoles hard, looking away and then back) “Yes … you
make me … you make it hard not to”
“then I will continue to create it for you”
“I believe you … does it hurt..? can I touch you?” [Nodding]
“ it’s warm but it won’t burn you it only burns evil [she
reaches slowly she touch’s it starts to cover her to] it like you”
“ it should be burning
me because I am having wicked thoughts about what we should be doing right
know”
(We laugh)
Detta “ what are you ...?”
Cloud “Mostly human … I was born a Seven there is Angel DNA
some deep inside”
Detta “Cool my very own real Angel”
Cloud “Your very own angel ? ”
Detta “Is there a side bitch I need to know about”
Cloud “ no ... why does it always go there woman ?”
Detta “So yes my
very own angel … I am yours , your mine… do we have a miss understanding mister
[shaking my head] cool , my angel”
Flash
Detta “why are “we” after all this time still sneaking around
and have this burden some secret !? If you do love me the way you say you do ,
why does “our love” be your secret not mine yours … you make me feel so dirty like your ashamed
of me am I not your wife maybe not technically
but you proposed we exchanged vows infront Mr Gods and that enough for
me… wife ! Cloud not hoe not mistress wife, why am I dirty laundry that favourite pair of underwear
you wear on Sunday and for the rest of the week I am in a pile with every other
girl in the world ? I am going to tell
your mother!”
“My mother really ?... please tell…I need more time to
figure this out and keep my mother out of this what wrong with you, she will
kill you and then kill me ”
“time to figure what
out ? how to part my thigh in silence , you juggling my heart and I am
confused and it hurts you promised not
to hurt me the up we good the down when
I have act like I don’t know after fucking your brains out … I am not afraid
why are you ?”
“ you think it doesn’t hurt me ! I am with the most
beautiful woman in the world and I can’t stand onto of a mountain … and say it,
when you see her that’s me ?!”
“You think I am the most beautiful”
“Woman don’t interrupt me… (Laughing) yes in my eye’s
accept for… [her swinging me ducking] I am playing , come here in my arms… it not about us it’s about them …
them they out there in the real world, less than a decade ago my parents took
up arms to kill your parents for freedom , I have uncles I will never meet who
died in the war so do you , it doesn’t
just go away over night over a year it might take a whole generation … wounds
like that run deep they take time sometimes the concept of us all integrated
and being one big happy nation family is nice
but the reality is yes it happen but it will take time , but side need
therapy to rebuild trust ... No trust no relationship that simple and trust is
slowly healing , if they know about us and they don’t like it they will do
everything in their power to destroy the “the us this we” I will go to war for
you but can pick our fights wisely, we have figured what the adults haven’t…
listen woman love can be anything and I love you that’s true reality
You I wrote poem for you do you want to hear it [nodding ]
I am luckiest man in the world I get to perform
the most beautiful audience of one
Hypothetically … I See you
It’s okay, I see you it
going to be alright … the broken scared little girl who lives inside this woman
that I love… (Extending my hand out) it going to be okay trust me.
I see you hiding behind
perfect make up, empty laughter and fake smiles, covered by the figs leaves of
a gym body and the latest fashion trend, torn jeans, old clothes the newest
fashion designs going home all alone. I won’t try and understand this roller
coaster ride I will just accept it for what it is and hope we arrive at
happiness with sanity intact, not fully shell shocked, I don’t like the push
and pull it bruises my soul but I look for the rock inside me to stand while find
your lost , I don’t always understand, the only truth that makes me stay around
is because … god whispered in my ear “she is worth it”.
(Extending my hand
again) I can’t heal you that’s between you and Mr God, but while that takes
place I can be your covering, your souls physio therapist, I can stretch your
lungs with real laughter, your lips with real smiles, if your soul finds the
courage it can sit next to mine I have enough warmth to share for the two of
us. In the flesh I can please your body with unselfish pleasure where other men
saw I piece of ass I see gods master piece and a treasure When the wind rages I
will be your wall , when it rains I will be your rain coat (just a snug to
lol), when the sun’s rays are too harsh rub me on your body and I will be your
filter.
I already have scars on
my back from my daily war with the old master, so I am sure I can muster enough
patients’ to deal with your temperament, when you feel anxiety and have flash
backs of past princes you kissed that turned into toads and you get heated and
little crazy, lashing out at me with verbal switch for sins I never committed ,
I can be your punching bag to blow off the steam , please just don’t strike out
at my heart , emotions and fear don’t always make sense but neither does love
and what it is willing to endure .
Give me a chance to be
your alchemist left alone with coal I can turn it into gold. I will banish cold
nights sleeping all alone, I elevate fear of growing old and grey alone, you never have to worry in
sickness in health, we have faced poverty
the test of souls is how we deal with fame and wealth, will be your
scarecrow and protect your field of dreams. Complete not compete … it’s okay,
we are going to fine take my hand … I see you
Hypothetically
[Flash 2017 black Majik]
Untitled
Do you have a story?
May I sit at your feet?
To learn the truth you hold dear
To listen and not judge
To hear and not speak
To learn and unlearn
And to be moved
Do you have a tale?
Born in the womb of despair
It may be twin to mine
Separated at birth
Reunited by the cadence of your words
Rising slowly to catch my fleeting imagination
Then descending as swift as an eagle hunting
-
Gerald Synik
As a child I would sit
at my grandfather’s feet and he would impart our knowledge …the secret
knowledge of our people to me as our people have done for eons, and one of the
greatest crumbs of wisdom he dropped into my ears and gobbled up was important
music was to our people because we were a highly spiritual people “Ngoma-
rhythm if you will to Europeans simply drum somehow the word gets lost in
translation when drum our soul speak
loudly and boldly”
Magic- Young
Shottaz 2017
https://soundcloud.com/soaentertainment/sets/shottaz
Kuzdi
Hustle
daily though I'm not Rick Ross,
Dodging
all the traps in life a big ask,
Unless
you born into the wealthy class,
Then
you gotta work you dont get a free pass,
To
Keep my mind free of wicked thoughts,
Smoke
some grass big up my dealers,
Elevated
whilst writing these bars,
Sitting
on my first floor balcony so literally I'm up...
Hook
(Kudzi)
Ya'll
know wats up, you know i got the black magic touch,
When
i ride on these riddims i'm doing burnouts,
Ladies
whats up(hey), rudeboys come buss a blank (popopopo),
I
got the magic touch, when i ride on these riddims with my bro Max...
Verse
3 (muku)
Gimme
a minute, maybe just a second,
As
i breathe a bit of magic on this section of the record, i been...
Reconfiguring
my style, aiming for the next rung on the ladder, so now i sit on top of...
The
whole scene, I've been coasting,
It's
only natural that you love my toasting, so I....
Buss
another mad 8, see the boy there get irate, like a primate, see we be ready to
romp...
Hook
(kudzi) - repeats first hook
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