His eyes continued
to scroll over the last pages of the script.. he was tapping his pen on the
table , twirling the pen in his hands
“Umm.. so mr storm
you wrote this ? Forgive me but I have
to ask these questions, its not you its just that.. .. This is some exceptional
work a very in depth look in human nature on a fictional bases the kind of
stuff that comes from one who has lived life to the full, may be even two life
times things that can only be learnt by experience … and well frankly we don’t
question the quality of the work we question the authenticity?” .. he had the
nerve to sit there say that as if he had
lived his life to the fullest, I didn’t notice a best seller on his shelf …
My editor looked across at me apologetically,
while the chief editor went on his rambling at this point my face lacked
expression ..I was desperately trying not feel a sense of contempt for him.. when I was just a script with no face
I was good enough , but when the script
had a face a race .. become a musician
.. to make it worse a rap musician … it
began the thing the we fear the most but as people we do so well .. but so wrongly ..we judgement.
I took the straw from the corner of my mouth,
while I turned my teddy bear around to face me
his name was pookie , he was sitting on the table I smiled at him and
turned him around again to face the editor “yes that’s
mine , why after all it was handed in by me
it has my name on it ”.
The chief editors
had a stereo typical bureaucratic look, the creases on his for head most
probably from the frustration of his personal accomplishments or their lack of..
I could only imagine all the young talented writer whom had sat in this chair
before me.. the bow tie beady pea looking eyes the pointy little nose with the
glasses hanging just on the edge every thing about him said institute and
tradition sorry my mistake.. it said prude “so how did you
write this”.
I couldn’t help my self “With a pen and a pad.. Sometimes a computer sorry.. it fell from heaven and landed in my lap and I felt this incessant need to have it published in my name ”. strange enough there was some truth in that last part.
I couldn’t help my self “With a pen and a pad.. Sometimes a computer sorry.. it fell from heaven and landed in my lap and I felt this incessant need to have it published in my name ”. strange enough there was some truth in that last part.
looking left and then right a light laugh
leaning back into his seat as if he had some kind of authority over me , as if there was something about him i
should fear .. but why ..? after all he was just a mortal man.
“You
can be sarcastic or you can be serious about this and get the piece published” I had to take a couple breathes to calm down to be still in heart, I don’t even know why I
was letting him get under my nerves looking him in the eye.
“you really want
to know how I wrote this book … I wrote
it with patients diligence wisdom and understanding….I observe the way we treat
each other that’s it, I look and I listen to things, we
as humanity …have forgotten to do .. .. as you are doing now , some would say I
am gifted , you see sight is the ability to
observe vision is the ability to
interpret, ( getting up ..walking around the room) so please pay attention
,this is just a small truth …I’ll will
walk into a pub and stand by the
bar order a drink and observe , more
than just the modern traditional mating rituals
of society and the slow form of
suicide and social behaviour know as
alcoholism
no I
look in the corner of the pub for the old lonely man ,or randomly pick a
person, African Irish Balkan , doesn’t matter often they are a plethora of knowledge even if they are not aware ,
gate keepers of the time the holders of moments , and funny enough exactly what
I am looking for because they are biased
in their opinion the story they tell is
theirs and theirs only but we all relate as we are human, part of the voltage
most people will never tap into consciously
but yet we tap into regardless , and so I buy them a drink and talk to
them , nobody likes being ..lonely that’s why they are in bar alone just absorb human contact.. Often there are
in the pubs just to escape part of the lacking we call loneliness, by just
absorbing the atmosphere like a passive smoker does when they claim they have
quit”
the chief editor interrupting
“what is the lacking”
ignoring him i go
on “ so much so
that they have to tell me of a forgotten
life story a human story … there story.. ..the ink is blood that runs through
our veins .. the blood mixed with our
choices.. the pages are a bit more complicated caught in this thing we call
time ..but make it simple the pages are based on perception and understanding
or lack of it .. .. the right as well as the wrong as, life is like coin it has
three side the good the bad and the
confused may be the undecided, by
telling me their story.. they are showing me a picture before it is completely painted
.. the difference between sight and
vision is that sight is the ability to see vision is the ability to interpret ,you
tend to learn more about humanity from individuals than you do, from the
collective view we call history (his eyes becoming distant as I questioned the
institution he based his himself )
the
world wars the death the religion spirituality, sexuality fears culture
tradition sexism beauty insecurities the difference between religion and communion
the good all days and values and it’s misinterpretation, sitting on the bank of
river watching mist and sun rise , the silver line coming across like gods
finger pointing out , a miracle… chasing
dreams the highs the lows the stories untold the moments of hopelessness the
moments of Gethsemane as I call them ..one feeling the world is so heavy, they
ask god to remove or carry the burden for them , not knowing that , that’s the
way it is , so much one can learn
without reading a book not to
mock you and your formal education”.
Tapping his pencil
on the desk “is this so.. But your uncultured
you’re a rapper.. .. to young and the superior knowledge of human mind / nature
and behaviour shown in your work took some the greatest minds years a lifetime to
understand” “is this because I am African” “don’t
try and pull the race card on me son I have many black associates” “right?”
looking out the glass window out into the city
trying to control the madness that comes with anger .. I wondered to my
self what was it about this mortal man
that was annoying me so…“I seemed to have failed to get my point across.. then
again you cant force eye’s open you can only hope to be light.. when I was
learning how to play the guitar I realised something it is not playing the
guitar which is hard ” .. umm yes I
thought to myself it was head that was harden against the guitar….
“so tell me something
since you have seem to have something against age and musicians .. By the way you are thinning they say it lead
to boldness?..(he was annoyed by my comment) Yes back to my age .. And since you know so well of time when exactly did
Shakespeare start to show signs of brilliance or Van Gogh when did Fredrick Douglas start having a desire to read
or paint and teach when did Ali’s hands
decide to be the greatest, when did Hitler’s ideals start to stand out (we
might not like Hitler but he was intelligent).. when did Aretha Franklin start
singing the way she does making tings run down the spine , when did tupac get
the spark in his eye, when did Einstein realise his own potential and regret e=mc squared … please don’t talk to
me about my age until you can give me the exact dates of the questions I just
asked” “is
that all” something’s just need to be said but some breathe was no worth wasting …
“ nah there is
more have you ever sat down at a
table in a restaurant and listened… and listened to it …(he looked
at me contemptuously ) to it… the table
that is ..?,” “ madness this going no where” all the people who have passed by this table ..so called inanimate object
the holds the moments if you would just listens!...
do you know how many hearts where broken
at that table how many people proposed to each other , secrets between friends
where shared, how many affairs where discussed .. maybe national security. You can hear it if you listen.. but I can see
that you are not ready to listening to me.. so either publish the book, or let
me walk out its doesn’t bother me, but my intelligence being insulted does
bother me…YOU HAVE NO POWER over me ” getting up to leave it’s just then
the gift kicked in while my hand was on table and I listened .. I just smiled at the editor as
I picked pookie up and put him in the bag “ I see
that your secretary likes to take dick..tation” “ get out of my office!!” “ the old man likes them young I see” just
then I grabbed his hand pulled him close
“look through my eye’s” I whispered
in his ears “ and other can see through them to? Hahha ha ”..
Well what can I say that was one way sealing a
book deal? If you would the affair was put to rest ..
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