The Drake picked up more of a partner and it's time to meet Natarsha last major character and get the ole narrative a rolling.
The Mundunga
We aren’t raped in battle.
We either come out the other end with our foes spirits in
our service or we leave to join our ancestors.
So, what is this person doing inside me shaking me awake?
What is with his hue?
He’s not wearing a paint people like my sister’s and I imbue
with knowledge and power why is he so pale?
I remember now the glance.
There was a rock one that had a very powerful charm attached
to it because it went through not just my own but my sister’s defenses, several
of whom have the power of scores of ancestors behind them,
Something, one, all, very powerful put me here wherever this
is.
The rocking it’s more than this man inside me we’re on a
ship.
I look left to a warrior laid out chained feet and hands and
I ask him.
“Brother where we are what is this place?”
He was just a baby barely old enough to have his penis cut
in the tradition of the male conspiracy we women were not a part of, but he was
old enough to recognize what was happening to me and what I was if not who.
“A ship Mundunga” he grunted through broken teeth
“We lost we’re headed across the middle passage”
“We’re all fucked just like you”
A very concise report of our position for someone who had
probably only been in a few battles if any, he did know enough to use the title
of my position, but he didn’t know if I were healer or mover.
I whisper the syllables that make the vibration that make
the wood of this place embrace the water with the love absent from the thing
that is performing on my tied up body right now.
The water on a molecular level no longer recognizes the 99%
of the wood that is not just air and as I embrace the idea, the ship we’re on
with 30 of these White things I sense and 400 defeated warriors I feel in
various stages of disrepair, dives for the bottom of the sea like a raptor bird
after a very fat rabbit.
I look left and the young warrior is smiling
“Thank you Mundunga” he mouths
It was the least I can do how we got in this position,
defeated broken with me here just.
“Intolerable” I mouth.
The thing on top of me him I have clasped in my legs like a
crab. I’m watching him scream out the bubbles of his life, but I’m not done
with him even as his lifeless penis is done with me.
I think at him with much intent
“Welcome to eternity”
With the last thoughts on this plane of existence I show him
what’s in store for him for we are Mundunga we are in contact with what is was
and will be, he will go in service of those to come and until then he’s going
to service the ancestors. They hold games that last millennia just
torturing the souls of people that cross over with the vibration I’m imparting
to him now.
Oh look it’s hitting him now game on.
I’ll make sure to ask him about it if it hurts in the next
world.
When I’m sure I’ve seen the warriors I should of protected
in battle over the trial of the water I’ve started I’ll go myself.
I think of the ancestors my direct line of warrior sisters
and sages. Will those behind me hear my stories? Will they accept me?
Will I get to play when I get there or will they reject me
or put me through another trial, Oh our Creator will I be forced to come back
to live another life on Earth even having achieved Mundunga.
The ship has been on the bottom some time now.
The time for daydreams of what will happen are over and its
time to face what will with the dignity of not just my office but my ancestors.
My warriors are asleep forever to this plane and at last I
can think the words that make the vibrations that end this understanding of
time.
The Scientist
The only person who calls me Algebra consistently is
Motherdear my Grandmother who the rest of the family calls “Muhdear” but if I
were the type of brother to say it like that I wouldn’t have marched across the
floor in the 10th grade to bow before Chris the prettiest girl ever and
say.
“Milady wouldst thou care to dance”
Loud enough to make sure the laughter and the teasing sent
me to the library the last two years in High School, I thought I was being so
cool, but that was OK, if I were to be honest I’d say I fell in love with
Tolkien before I fell in love with girls and I was and am far better with him
than I ever was with them.
My name is Dr. Algebra Perry Davis III and says my title
please at 27 they don’t give em away in Cracker Jack boxes and I’m proud.
I asked Motherdear once why the men in my family were named
Algebra she told me in her Alabama patois she hits me for trying to imitate
that they wanted us to be “smaht lil niggas” she can call me anything she wants
including any flavor of nigger and besides whoever named us knew what they were
doing.
When the nice White lady sat and tested me she didn’t
understand what I meant by I can see functions and numbers. I think now she was
shocked a 10 year old Black kid could describe what a function was, but she
didn’t say it out loud or anything.
I didn’t mind taking the test again when she didn’t believe
the genius it said. I didn’t even mind taking it again for the State and again
for someone else. Heck it got me out of class and it was summer. They didn’t
let us play for the smog alerts wouldn’t let us outside to play on the concrete
grass they didn’t need water the air was too bad.
My first orgasm came when someone showed me a fractal it was
so pornographic it told me her name was Chaka and she wore shiny tap pants like
the real one. I still keep the equation next to my bed and before I TMI
let me just state that since im going to be calling women “Milady” in the
Information Age its nice math makes me happy.
Parrots
They’re beautiful and loud with their red heads over vibrant
green. They’re wild and free they fly all around Pasadena . Somebody a long time ago brought
some in as pets and they escaped. The climate around here must have really been
to their liking. They must be on their 100th generation of freedom
and God has let them in from the desert and given them Pasadena as
their Israel .
You might wonder how having the first freeway in America means
time waits for you, and let me tell you. They built it purposefully with
looping curves and lovely parks surrounding it. No engineer’s straight line
efficiencies for these people. Driving into Pasadena was meant to be an event and
one you went to through beautiful environs and narrow lanes. Consequently
when I was a lad growing up just about every school in the San Gabriel Valley
The blocks on this street are wicked long and are an
artifact of it’s beginnings as one of the Southlands first millionaires row
built by easterners one upping each other in their western retreats. The
names on the mansions read like a who’s who of early 20th century
mega-money. Busch had his first gardens Gamble had a mansion that used no
metal fasteners, Wrigley chewed up a huge chunk with a lovely house that’s used
as the parade’s headquarters today.
I’m lucky.
The house at the top of Fair Oaks was built like Pasadena was, by
money. To actually buy a spot up here like this is way more than my salary or
10 times it can buy.
It has a granny flat I inhabit. The trust that now owns it
seemed to die with the old lady whose’ father invented a new way to twist wire
hangers. Maybe he was the chemist that made that boom go that much faster. I
never hear from them. I kept meaning to look him up on the net but some
new Math article was always more interesting and sometimes scantily dressed.
It began its life after World War I as a horse barn attached
to a car’s garage but its location high in the hills of behind Pasadena was choice.
I’ve never had a car and riding a bike downhill to class or
downhill to my job was advantageous.
You’re way less tired in the morning when you have to ride
your bike around than you are in the evening in hilly Southern
California .
“Squawk”, squared even, from the parrots. It looks in
my head like a pointy triangle that calls itself Lenny because I thought of it
as squared, and the avian New Israelites wake me from my morning reverie.
I grab my coat, grab my under bike coffee carrier full, and
my ultra light racing bike off two hooks on a wall that probably held tack back
in the 20’s.
It’s a beautiful day. Most days are here even when the
clouds are cold and grey against the mountains my pad is situated on. I look
south and head into Cal Tech where I not only graduated but teach undergraduate
mathematics.
Not a bad way to start the day at all.
The Drake
“Don’t tell me Motherfucker I was there”
Said The Drake in a long distance phone caw to an OverSoul
far and near away.
“The Drake threw down all day, fuckin eyeballs, didn’t
fuckin have to shake my glass for that sweet eyeball juice to fill my beak, and
I got high yes lawd. I was fucked up!”
“Genghis Khan set out the best feast tha fuck evah!”
“Hey let me hit you back” someone hit a deer, and someone
dropped a French fry and a dead fish and someone threw up and spicy Thai food.
It’s all so good to The Drake.
Schwartz Malamud one of the few Motherfuckers The Drake can
Caw a friend. That nigga was there too at Hurtgen Forest
“I know Motherfucker I was there” The Drake Cawed
Hummingbird The Drake stabs it cause the motherfucker thinks
he’s so smart.
The Drake is the agent of Karma The Drake was there when
those fools made the Dharma. The Drake got a special dispensation from the
Creator when he got here The Drake has always been here.
The Drake is all about that Law.
The Drake aint no Lawbird.
Nawl motherfucker that’s so raven, The Drake is that Black
sinewy Mandingo Crow joint.
My nigga Schwartz got the Talmud tatted on all his feathers
gives no fucks who thinks its wrong.
Caw a nigga bout to go Jay-Z give me a motherfuckin beat.
There is only one Creator man,
Don’t go fucking around making idols and shit worship the One,
damn.
Love that creator cause guess what that fool is you
Don’t use God’s name just keep it holy in all you do,
Every tick tock keep tight one day not enough for you,
Honor your before,
Don’t murder motherfuckers out da door,
Don’t cheat motherfucker and you know what I mean
or want the shit that go to a different team,
Prime Directive, Yo
you reap what you sow,
have some fucking integrity and do unto others G.
You’ll know your opponent they gotta wear the colors of
their dream
You can’t enslave a soul know what I mean?
“Don’t tell me Motherfucker I was there”
Parrots.
Motherfuckers I hate them more than I hate those fucking
hawks they just talk shit never do shit.
I fly a symphony beating my wings that starts a party in
hell.
The Drake would Caw a posse for a hawk maybe see if Schwartz
wanna ride shotgun, but for one of those motherfucking little heads below? I
could just shit on them or that little nigga on the bike.
The Drake motherfuckers recognize.
Tapas
“Pops Maxie is hot again” I said into my 2 generations old
smartphone
“No I don’t, and I’m on New York Dr. , No Pops the freeway part!”
to the questions Pops had about the Triple A and why I didn’t ask someone for
their hose and some water for my overheating Nissan.
Glancing right I can see good Ole Pasadena High School by
looking across a golf course and the idea of the 10 year reunion approaching in
a few months filled me with as much loathing as the idea of walking half a mile
back and forth to the gas station I can see If I looked in the other direction.
Just when I was about to get up a full funk of steamy Maxie
here comes 30 colorful shirts a flight of high speed bicyclists swept by
chasing me up on the curb and out of the bike lane. Out of the pack is a man
not dressed for a work out but like a Black man that uses Steely Dan to outline
the contours of his life.
It took him more time than the racers to get to me, but he
did pumping with a look on his face like he didn’t have a care in the world or
maybe something was tickling him.
“Algie” I said out loud as I thought I was thinking it.
It was nice as a woman to see someone you know pedaling at
you on a lonely piece of street, but even more. He likes me, I can tell.
All women have men who want to like you. My mom’s Black lady
ass and the breasts I have to supplement my bra’s engineering with arm crossing
when I run make sure to that. I’ve never weighed below 200 (shh no one knows
that) in my grown life.
I guess he sees or the wide brown eyes and perfectly oval
hair follicles the Korean ladies sell I got from Dadaji.
Funny I don’t think of getting my hair from my Dad but
his.
Maybe if I had known him better or at all really.
Algie is getting closer not close enough for conversation
but I hear him
“Natarsha Miladay your steed seems parched and dry”
God he’s corny but he’s cute.
He looks at me though I watch him never too long, but I know
what he wants.
“Oh parched steel Equiis
I have rode miles her service
Perhaps for a kiss?”
“Haiku and Rennassance fair Algie? You’re so corny” but I
smiled and hoped it didn’t hurt his feelings.
The enthusiasm he ripped the liquid carriers off his bike
and dove under my hood let me know I hadn’t .
We met as grad students when we were both teaching a seminar
to kids at the local City college just a block from Cal Tech.
He would explain the math in my Astrophysics program like he
was watching a movie. Sometimes he’d get
so engrossed it was like he was. I showed him something I had been trying to
figure out since my first competition he said it was beautiful and reminded him
of Kandinsky and he looked at me in the way that scared me to be alone with
him.
We should have met earlier there aren’t that many field
medal or Westinghouse winners in the country let alone two minorities kids from
the same little cities in the San Gabriel Valley, but somehow he managed not to
hear about the time the entire PHS senior class ditched and went to the beach,
where I started my period unprepared in the one swim suit that held the girls
and none of those bitches would give me a plug.
I got to visit Dad’s family in India in the summer a few times
before I was 12 and Dadiji Dad’s Mom passed away. I’d tell her the same joke
when I’d get off the long flight from LAX.
“Hi Cube Batman.
NaaNaa, NaaNaa, NaaNaa Batman”
“Yes, Nataraj that is indeed very funny, but I am not your
mother’s mother I am your father’s” she’d say in the Indian patois that got me
teased when I tried to imitate it in the 6th grade.
She also called me Nataraj not the Nararsha that was Mom and
Dad’s young lover’s compromise, but the Natarj I would have been had Dad not
crashed with his Black girlfriend on the 110 freeway 6 months after I got here.
Maybe she wanted me linked to her even though I lived far
away. I don’t know.
Mommy was a song girl I still have tape of her dancing in
her USC cheerleader’s getup those tits and ass looked better with the
hourglass shape gene cut out by the part of the Sub Continent Dad’s family was
from.
I think she would have wanted me to call her Mommy.
Pops calls her that he’d say
“You look like your Mommy doing this” or “Your Mommy sure
would eat”
I don’t know I’ve lived 8 years longer than Mommy and he’s
way less protective cause Algie is fixing the Nissan and he’s not already here.
“SCREAAACH”
Nice day though. the parrots roosting on top of a row of
Deodar trees brought in among the many plants not native to Pasadena seems to agree, and Algie is coming
to out from under Maxie looking successful.
I don't know i'm having so much fun when I finish maybe I'll produce it for Youtube using legos or something
I'm thrilled you're having fun writing. That makes it fun to read, too!
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