Family affair 3 originz "bootz" -father son

[Flash 1988 A father and his son “the boots ]

“Cloud, promise me something son”

“Baba (yes father)”

“Promise me that after I am gone you will carry yourself as a king, not because you are better than the people around you but because you carry my last name, my blood and that’s like your crown and throne, it is who you are meant to be and what you will grow to become. It was given to me by my father and I shall give it to you and you will give to your son one day. The ancestors… you carry us all in your veins, and should you stray from the path of a king, look up and always return to true north and start walking toward it again, true north is constant it will guide you to your kingship”

“Where are you going father, can I come with you please? I don’t know how to walk as a king yet, I am still learning how to ride my bike and I don’t know where true north is?”

“No… Son no , not this time you cannot go where I am going, and don’t make those eyes at me it won’t work this time … if I could take you with me I would but where I am going I need to walk alone but I will be fine the ancestors will be waiting for me when I get there and I will get plenty of rest , we don’t have much time but I can show you where true north is and where it is not, as long as you know where it is and possess the knowledge you can stumble your way toward it from almost anywhere especially when your lost ”

“Umm …Dad if one day I can walk as a king does that make me….  a prince?”

(laughing) “Of course it does”

“Dad if you need to teach me how to get to true north where am I now right now?

(Laughing) “ You’re on the way to true north son, the journey there has many twists and turns and in some places you have to take a detour because bridges have been burnt or swept away by time, true north is never a straight line the secret is to never stop walking and keep your eye on it, to become a man you must arrive at true north ”

(the simplicity of child) “Umm Dad if true north is so true and it so constant why isn’t there a straight line to it? I am just saying, I have to take a detour ? What is that, is it like a giant bird or dinosaur I can jump on top of and ride all the way to true north like in the books you read to me?”

“Umm what is a detour? … well sometimes a detour can be a monster or the school master life teaching you something, and you definitely have to ride it (laughing nostalgically) umm remember when we came back from Kariba and the rain had washed away the bridge so we could not go home the same way we came , we had to keep driving until we found another bridge that could take us back to the main road so we could get home, that’s a detour”

“Í remember that Dad, it was pretty fun we saw different things along the way but it took longer to get home and I got confused I didn’t know where we were and I got tired, but I got to see different things”

“That’s a detour for you son, the walk of king has a few of them”

“Okay Dad show where true north is (excited) and when you come back from the Ancestors land will you bring me a gift as you always do, my hero one, I want to be a super hero just like you … one last question dad how do I become a hero like you?”

(Long silence) when the time comes (sad eyes) you will meet the ancestors until then don’t worry about them too much you carry them in your veins, when you look in the mirror they are also looking back at you… (Hesitation) I am not super as you think I am … but to be super hero son it’s all in the boots, Superman boots, Batman Boots, Super fly boots, Jimmy Hendrix boots, Bob Marley boots, Shaft the boooots.”

(In awe) The boots … silly me all this time I thought it was in the cape and wearing your undies outside kind of silly, now I can look cool like you”

“No son it’s all in the boots and a good leather jacket helps, it’s like your cap”

“oh … boots, leather jacket got it …. Dad can you put me on your shoulders so I can practice flying”

“(laughing) sure son anything you want, accept coming with me to visit the ancestors”

Family Affiar 3 Dad and sky reading 1

Siting on the family couch cuddling [ I have the  best dad in the world he is different]

Sky “ Dad read to me like you used to read to mom… You real wrote a book for her?”

Cloud “ yeah…Your mother, like you was a very unique woman who pulled out the best from me without trying, I wanted to give her something that would stand the test of time and live on after we were both, I wanted to give her a piece me no one else could have, your growing up in world where people are obsessed with gaining stuff, I grew up era when  we were obsessed with love and the magic feel of the real thing , when you get older you will understand.”

Sky “Dad why would people give up eternal magic for stuff?”

Cloud “Blind , pain , and there stupid , said to say this but a lot people don’t know how to love normally because there child hood, that’s why I try hard to make yours awesome… bed time soon so I am read to you now ” ( kiss on the for head) 

“Meanwhile the scare crow was clearing his throat as the fire fly came close to the paper for him to read.

I close my  eye’s in the hope that I do not feel the pain of the love I will never get to see , but in life 20/20 vision I can see, I guess in life one is never really be blind  to this pain. To you.. .. .. Would I be the earth and you a rose.. ? The dirt  with some of the nutrients  for growth essential for your existence, funny  that my desire is pain you see you are a rose and I am just dirt, passing through a hand , I am not the hand that holds you and understands you in your prime , feels your beauty, nah .. ? I am the earth the place you go to  when  the world forgets you ,when your moment has passed  they forget you existed,  as if they ever remembered me in the first place  , my eye’s for you are eternal, but look here..(Pointing at his smile and where a heart should be ) despite your state  I want to hold you , but  your still in your prime , and I would not wish that to change that, despite what I feel  there is nothing I can do about it,

 for I want your happiness, but watch my tears fall in palm as I read  a poem, maybe  (the tears that is) bless my fingers, I look at them there kind of rough the kind of hands that cut down tree’s, with a need to write on life’s paper and plant seed,  with poetry now ,so love can grow latter .. It brings me to this point where I wonder what god’s hands look like, as I look from here as I look at the distance between me and you…I wonder what needs to written ….so it might be ”

Something was wrong… the scarecrow realised he was exposed ... intimacy…in-to-me -see.. yeah the world could be ?.. be what..?  “love .. yes I have that … faith  umm I have that … hope? … hope  (laughing) .. hope?”

 he stops and looks down  to the side then up, looking for inspiration .. there is fear .. ..he is scared .. (an angel whispers). “Silly scarecrow go on ” a voice passed his ear “inspiration is in front of you” so he looked forward and yes there she was  

“Sorry wrong poem” in childish gesture … taking time to compose himself, as he reaches for the another poem, the mighty eagle grabs his shoulder, and as he does so, so to does the owl.. as they carry the scare crow to the edge of the fence a metre or 2 away from the rose..  as he is put down he calls on  the fire fly to come close so he could read, you see when one is incarcerated for so long and set free , our freedom and art  .. are like  a brush in Picasso  hand ,we do what  we do and have no idea that we are part of great  a creation and so we  tend to feel fear, and so at first “free” doesn’t feel so good, in his head he was listening to his own poem  over and over again , “I am the dirt  and you are a rose” again and again and again the silence  a she looked at  him  and smiled “stop”, he whispered to the fear in his head ..so he sat up , made himself comfortable raised his hand again  so the crickets would slow the pace of there music, “what is your name miss” “Tessa” she replied And  he continued, even the winds died down just to listen better and all the crickets did well to keep it light in the playing of they’re music, the angels leaned forward over the clouds,  but for one as the scare crow continued

Where did you come from
you...yes you
the one that makes fear seem obscure
you make me unashamed almost honest
like the play of child
you yes..  you
are responsible for this smile
this is peace..?
I had forgotten... its being a while
why is it I can look at her face
and not find an ounce of beauty....
I think....(hesitation) I remember? “

twisted mind - Sax (Dziva)

Don't get it twisted
My perspective?
Human rights been in-active
Though my actions still act+ve
The government reactive
To my positive actions
Like we part of some bombing faction
Take a knee
This is massive
our peoples constantly bleed
This our reaction
Careful what you read
Listen to the people's
Listen to the plea's

Rascist still trying to erase us
It's god that made us
Pigs shooting us like we contagious...
mainstream soo rascist its outrageous..
Real question is, why y'all hate us???

Wesses walk -Sax (Dziva)

Wessex Dr was where my church was at

Remember going down Wessex..
Thinking this my comfy cypher...
Made that Sunday trip,
Since I was in diaper's.
Off the day's of the original McGayver..

Still attended way past when my dad flatlined.
Those Wessex drive's gave me a leg to stand on..
Dropping foe's
To tone's of bantu-xylophones 
Pass the envelope
He's now an amputee
Hocus pocus
That's what happens when you step to me...
I unleash that lyrical whip-ass

That leaves you with that physical whiplash.

I'm humble & focused

falling in, falling out and staying - Gerald synik (Shumba)

  Falling in, falling out and staying

I look at you. Wondering about those first few days before we knew there would ever be anything between us. I wonder how i had seen you then. Was i quick to see the way your eyes light up when you smile. Or the way you laugh, closing your eyes in blissful glee... Maybe you had hidden these small things that make you you then. And i guess discovering them is what they call falling in love. Being shown sides to a person that they reserve for just a few special people. I am kind of nostalgic when i think about it. Because the undiscovered is what keeps us looking to learn more about a person. And maybe when we think we know someone, that's when we stop trying. 

Stop being attentive to the slightest change in mood. Attentive to the unsaid. And we fall comfortably into each other. Not so much in love as just getting used to each other. Maybe that's what they call falling out of love. Or losing the spark. But human beings are constantly growing. Changing. Becoming. So there will always be something new to learn. And we will always be discovering new things about those we love, as they discover new things about themselves. Maybe that's what the call staying in love...

Family Affair 2 - Who you be father son

Cloud "Son, i have never lied to you about who we are ,but i have never explained what we are fully, you will not fight behind  me but my side of me  when or enemy comes and i have kept him  dormant until now"

Storm "Bigger faster stronger smater more agile no rules what so ever


Cloud "Yes him... i am tap you you on the chest 7 times and will listen to the voice"....


.... "What are Sevens

Faces and visages all around us the covers to books and scripts, the choices we make   the way we live life, the way we treat each other and yet we have no idea how important its is we seem to take this part of us which makes us human for granted .The way we treat each other that is, our actions  and choices the ink to the pages in our “book of life” each and every individual telling a story I guess that’s why everybody has a “story”.. if you don’t have a story then I guess that is your story...
It Makes you want to dare to wonder how big gods library is?
With that how many people know about the love of a father for his son ,  a mother for her child ,the secret  love and language  of two lovers, the eyes looking up of a child to a parent knowing but not knowing, the bonds of brother hood forged in the fire pure and strong,
the moments before death the craving for just one more second one last breathe one last word maybe a second a chance .. Maybe when we realize we love life.. we love some else besides our self , to know any of this is to know god consciously or unconsciously … the question know lies in how many of us want a better understanding of god amidst the knowledge man acquires,  he is  (god the great spirit in the sky whatever name you might know him by) beyond conception, but how well do you know the mysteries of him, how he  does reveal him self to you , despite the bars or religious belief and limited mind .
The world is full mysteries many of which we know and many of which we know nothing of, and most times it just better that way.
As I take a bite of the fruit and the juice causes the sensation so sweet.. .. . .. this taste as it correlate’s in my mouth a little juice running down my  lower lip falling free…. Free …free is another one those funny funny words.
 Choice …? My mind travels to when a man and woman did the same and changed the world for ever, knowledge, sin transgression, iniquity, power love, smiles tears good and evil.. .. falling free , tingling through our beings, raging through our being  sparking synapse perception and understanding, time and fate
Becoming a bit blurred. The birth of the sevens ,the lacking, and redemption.
What is a seven I hear you ask alas we start to get to the point of this intrepid tale ?
According to genesis It took Seven days and 7 nights, for the world to be made, the world is experienced through 7 days in a week, we seem to have seven sins pride, envy sloth greed anger gluttony and lust in the end there will be seven laps, 7 scrolls seven seals, seven spirits, seven angels, seven horns blown , a lamb with seven horns, and eyes…seven horns will be sounded , to fight the seven sin’s man has the seven contrary Virtues: humility, kindness, abstinence, chastity, patience, liberality, diligence virtues .. I am assuming you are starting to get the picture about the number seven, there is always talk of the seven sea’s .. if a demon leaves and returns it comes back to the occupant with seven demons worse than its self …Sevens a coincidence or something more , what is it about this number seven ? .. ummm even in legend the number seven cant help but .. pop up  the seven demons of kemonei , the seven swords of Ishai?
 I am not sure but his father passed away when he  was seven to? With that and these coincidences, the sevens legend is said to have occurred at the beginning of time. They say the best ways to hide something from people are as follow one put it in book .. maybe the bible the Quran a comic, but never the less in a book reading has become the forgotten art in a world where every one downloads everything, the second  is to put it right in front of people , the best  lies have hints of truth in them .. legends comics folk tales urban legend, know a days make a movies about something  and  mans mind  defeats self by not dreaming.. or as they like to say we are desensitized … we are desensitized if we cant break it down to a science  and we can conceive it.. perception is reality ..but reality is not perception..a woman might look pretty  on the outside but she might be ugly  inside mean and vengeful .. am man might have a lot of money but his poor character  .. Perception..?. the three monkeys’ do no evil see no evil hear no evil, well it seems all  they had to do was show some evil and lets hear some evil while they did all evil , and then people don’t really care about evil.. evil losses it true faces as it hides behind our sense of self preservation (in other words fear) .. then we don’t believe or if we don’t understand it we simply get scared and kill it.. or hide it.
You look shocked  but the truth tells no lies  .. But most common we hide it .. what is it ? it is different for everybody ..as long as we can and hope to forget it.. If it re emerges we smother it  .. You cant make magic for those who don’t believe in it, when we stop  dreaming and believing in our dreams  we loose  something vital to survival..  .. sorry to the survival of the soul strange enough it  is self sacrifice … sight  and  having eye’s doesn’t mean one has vision .. what then happens to the concept of the soul is that it becomes obscure we for get we are immortals, sad to say but many welcome defeat without acknowledging it, and well to often don’t know how to fight for themselves  . We forget that we have immortal souls ummm ? (think about it).. . The sevens legend goes like this  .. it based on the bible creation of world accurate or in accurate as it may be ,when  god decided to give seven ordinary half  beings extraordinary power as men , to be precise they say  when Satan took/deceived  1/3  of the angels and was cast to earth seven angels changed their minds as they descended, and fort against  the force of the fall , but as is with god will, thy will  be done …… but in trying to resist the fall and gods forgiving nature they still landed on earth with but only one wing in tact, as such it is said they where  granted  a wish to become mortal men but as they  still had one wing in essence  they were still divine..  in essence? And still very undecided  they were neither good nor bad .. they were given men greatest gift  choice .., ordained  with  interesting ability but still mortal men.
Before we go further you must understand this Adam used to speak directly  to god but  when fell from glory this was quiet possible again  until the second Adam.. Seraphim and cherubim stood between the two because of sin . The sevens  where taken into the ether and reborn as ordinary men over seventy years ..
know back to the story ..
.. and  as man craves power the plot thickened, picture seven powerful human beings on earth,  waiting for time and providence  to choose there place in  life, with all strengths of an angel or demon depending on their choices, like all men  they would be born fallen so they had all the flaws of a man. And as men they had the greatest freedom we have which is that we are bound to make a choice , they say “any man can face adversity the true test of man is when he is given power”, oh yes after all the lord did say go forth and multiply  so over time they mixed and blended among mankind..? Curious … then come on take a journey with me.

Cloud Walkerz - Family Affiar - The return

[flash]

Cloud “ you know I love you”

Cece “hard not to , I love me 2 but I love you more”

Cloud “ nah not as much as I do, if someone  including you said they loved you more than me  I would say they are lying"

Cece “then tell me how much more than me ?”

Cloud “ I love you more than Zimbabweans need sadza”

Cece  “ it’s like that, I love you more the Nigerians need kenke”

Cloud “oh so the gloves are off ... ait , I love you like rasta and weed  wait wait before and after the concert nuff said”

Cece “head shot but you missed , I love you like old rich men love money…in your face , can I get a replay”

Cloud “I almost believed you love me more, almost got me but i need you like air and lungs with you its hard to breathe when your gone I die”

Cece “I need you like eyes need sight because without you I don’t see a future and I am afraid of the dark”

Cloud “we could be here all night arguing , or I could put my tongue to better use and show not tell how much lust , I mean love you”

Cece “your right .. your talking to the wrong lips get low "

(they both laugh)

[flash] Cloud "so your real back from the dead" 

Edge of depression - Gerald Synik

Edge Of Depression

 Been placed in situations I wasn't ready for facin',

How you embrace a fate of chantin' praises to satan,

Actions speak volumes so every move is a statement,

Them hoes with who you seek relations transformed into temptations,

Things have changed for both saints and gangsters,

Uprooted from the divine, to heaven I'm now a stranger,

My soul was almost on auction for the price of being famous,

The evil will tempt you even if your life started in a manger,

I'm on the edge of insanity I've gone slightly nuts,

I'm coming to terms with the fact that my life is fucked,

Misfortune follows me when I'm reaching success,

Circumstances leave me suicidally pleading for death,

When I take ten steps forward I always take a hundred back,

When my troubles seem vanquished they're actually coming back,

Don't know how I'd cope if I hadn't begun to rap,

I probably would have disintegrated had my back begun to crack,

Since birth I've been cursed to a wretched life on earth,

Suicidal thoughts got my mind goin' bezerk,

Sometimes I smoke a few blunts to burn my stresses away,

But it seems even alcohol baptisms can't drown my stresses away,

gerald synik- her laugh

Her Laugh

It springs from a well whose bricks were shaped by suffering

Molded in the heat of lost 'forevers'

She draws it

Plunging the bucket into the unfathomable depths of her being

She shows no fear

That the rope, sinews losing hold of each other through countless seasons 

and kept together by an unreasonable force of will may snap

Forever denying her the means to retrieve her joy

Painstakingly she works her arms in the familiar motion

First her right, then her left, 

drawing, pulling, clasping tightly to the sweat stained threads

Her hands calloused by the hard labour of life imprisonment in, Life

Wrap around the rope as a last hope.

Still she works

First her right, then her left

Until the old pail is in her hands again

Its emptiness discarded

She takes a moment and then she tips it over her worn frame

Allowing the sensation to completely embrace her in its warm familiarity

And then she drinks

And she drinks 

and she drinks

Of her laughter

Gerald 

Sax- Guest brother and poet .... Shooting star

I stare at you like people do at shooting stars..

Your movement is poetic, mine is kinesis..

I ain't perfect,

So I watch you from afar..

Once upon a time

Seems not so long ago,

Our eyes met..

I fell forever,

Into this beautiful abyss

My shooting star

So high above

How I wish

You would be my beauty

I would be your beast

Teaser -Goofy sexy - Family affair

Sky “mom, what was it about Dad that made you pick him , is it because he was the legendary black Moses and he had good looks, and big muscles?”

Cece laughing “is that your Dads version of what happened , or your imagination in fact never mind let me clear it up for you baby, the first time I met your father I will admit he was looking the part but there were a lot fine brothers in that room ... but your dad was different. Cloud was starring so hard at me i could feel his eye balls on my skin  but when I walked into the room he didn’t break eye contact with me at  all , not for a moment, he just stared at me licking his lips as he does acting a fool. I was thinking to myself who is this arrogant clown, so I walked over to him turned  around and hit him with my jelly, and asked him does my ass look fat in my jeans,  the plan was  to walk away and leave him thirsty for a cup of me... to hurt him with goodness”

Sky “ thats when he was smooth suave sophisticated  and so dashing you couldn’t take your eyes off him and you melted into his brown eyes and then his hands?”

Cece “ I can see you asked your dad the same question, no … he was goofy , funny he made laugh and laugh and laugh with his jokes gestures and corny pick up lines, all the other men in the room were pea cocking to get my attention ... he was friendly engaging entertaining and from how spoke you could tell he was smart, and he didn’t take himself seriously so I didn’t either it was comfortable there was chemistry , he  was doing whatever he could to make me laugh and smile  and when my defense  was down a little , he slide some of his poetry into my ear , when i met your daddy i didn't know who or what a black Moses was i thought he was urban myth … I remember thinking what kind of man is this who would make such a open effort to be a fool just to make me laugh a complete stranger, there is something sexy about a person who is comfortable in their own skin, baby girl it speaks to your soul and screams honesty a rare quality from day one it was clear we don't wear masks. Mean while the other men in the room were looking at me like a piece meat which is kind of normal, he looked at me the way an artist studies a flower before he draws it taking details  and studying everything about me  like I was his world… in that room he was the only man who looked me in the eye more than he looked at my assets”

Sky “so why does dad always talk about your butt and not your details ?”

Cece laughing “ because he is a beautiful fool, who can blame him look at it… he looked at them my goodies, very few men can resist my packages , my milks shakes brought that boy to yard, Cloud is a lot things and one of them is a gentleman more eye contact and less ass sampling , I enjoyed his eye contact your father has big light pools from heaven type eyes , like you. It’s not his beautiful eyes that got me but what I saw inside them"

Sky "your future? " 

Cece rolling her eye " in Cloud no! ... the eyes are the mirror to the soul , there was kindness compassion honesty patients understanding things you need to love a woman like me, blended with passion , war on feet i knew there was a beast in there somewhere one that would not hurt me but protect me and pain"

Sky "Pain? ...pain is sexy"

Cece "sexy  no ... humane yes,  he didnt hide it from me like most people do, that little thing i told you about that screams out to your soul honesty, your to young to get it but you will latter" 

Sky "and then the kiss right ?"

Cece " no ... what kind of girl do think i was there was chemistry not magic, your dad leaned in toward my neck, if he had kissed me i would slapped  him we didnt even know each other names.. he sniffed me  and then blow on my neck slowly  and sniffed me again"

Sky "why ?"

Cece " i don't know  i never asked him he still does it.... thats a good question , i think its the silver back? it was different, blowing on my neck that was smooth , amazingand then he asked me to dance and while danced he tried to kiss me "

Sky "and you slapped dad "

Cece "no... i think i was going to let him,  the chemistry was off the chain , we were moving from chemistry to magic... there is something about starring in that mans eyes for long periods of time soul your soul and make you wet... that's when my boy friend cut in"

Sky "you had a boy friend ?"

Cece " yep, so me and your dad become friends"

Sky "but dad said you let him feel on you when you first met"

Left hand to her for head " your dad likes to leave out important details , after preclub drinks we are going to the club need less to say we had one car and one person to many, so the car was over loaded and it just so happened i had to sit on his lap for the 30 minute drive, it wasn't long before my milkshakes made your dad rise to the occasion literally and because the driver drove like a manic your dads hands were going places they were not supposed to go"

Sky "and then you slapped dad"
Cece "no ... that mans black Moses he knew what he was doing and felt good and safe.. and that's how we became friends your dad was goofy sexy"

Teaser - Father son... walking

Cloud “ Son your becoming a man now  your reaching that age where that little thing in between your legs is starting to stand now”

Storm “but dad… it’s not little”

Clouds left hand hits his for head; They laugh “black moses junior… what’s rule number 1”

Storm “ no rules, stay out the system and… and no dogma”

Cloud “Why…?”

Storm “because they are not designed for me to succeed”

Cloud “ son , I need you to able hear my voice above the rest, your growing up in a time where men are very confused about man hood  masculinity, and we have a real enemy, and I am talking about demons, and they don’t play fair”

Storm “yes dad… but why are they like that ? I still don’t get it I ‘m sorry”

Cloud kissing his for head “son.. dead beat dads didn’t start with our people, being a father is one of the most sacred parts of ubantu, it started in Europe, you see if you want to colonize a people you have to remove the alpha’s from the house, the was the worst thing about slavery and colonization that’s why it takes so long to fix it, black men were not the first people to be lynched , it was white women using the same tactics religion, but they called  it witch burning, lynching is a just a  control mechanism to install fear, fear is not natural to our people”