His son Amadi
Zuberi and Dallas sit on a wooden bench overlooking an empty field where seven children between one and five-years-old run around and play. One of the two-year-olds takes a wooden stick he was holding in his mouth and whacks a one-year-old in the head. The poor baby cries and walks over to Zuberi with his hands in the air. “Dooo yooouuu waaannntttt Baaaabbbaaaaa tooo piccckkkkk yooouuuuu uppppp?” Zuberi enunciates each word with an abrupt pause in between. The baby, unresponsive, continues to cry with his arms lifted to his Baba. Zuberi repeats his question but relents and lifts his son off the ground, standing over Dallas in the process. “You have to communicate with your child. I learned that a slow enunciated narration fosters their language development; and the Ancestors know I need my son to develop.” Zuberi had not always been a part of the Maa Nation. It had a ten-year history in Brooklyn and a longer history in Africa, but Zuberi’s membership was only three-years; he was married for two-years by then. “His mother couldn’t love anyone.”
Dallas stood and placed her hand on the toddler’s back. “Amadi is well-loved now, I’m sure. From what I’ve seen of this community and his ‘Baba,’ he’s in good hands.” She smiles while placing her hand in Zuberi’s, “very good hands.”
“Now he is. I am ready now to be a Baba. I wasn’t before.” His son Amadi tries to wriggle out of his arms. “Do you want me to put you down?” Zuberi slowly enunciates. He puts his son down and watches him play with the other children again. “For his sake I wish I knew.” Despite Zuberi’s chiseled features and muscular stature, he didn’t carry himself as proudly while married. The wrong woman poisons a man; the toxins infest his relationships so that he abuses his self, friends and family. Amadi’s speechlessness was collateral for a bad marriage. “Moving forward, I want to give this boy more than I had.”
“He will have. This place you chose for him fits the bill.” She smiles.
“It’s not enough. I need to show him Africa.”
Dallas had lived her whole life in Brooklyn. She was already amazed at the Maa Nation. She briefly considered how amazing Africa must be, but quickly recalled the jungle, the stray animals, the poverty and diseases and said, “I think here is enough.”
“Africa has its Kings and Queens, great men and women past and present and a story that must be heard on its soil.”
Dallas couldn’t shake the negative image of Africa from her head, and she was completely oblivious to the reality that the Kings and Queens mentioned were not only ancient but contemporary. She took Zuberi’s hand, “You’re a strong man. You’re experiences have made you strong.”
Zuberi laughs. “My Sister, character comes from community. It is only because I am in an organization that I can exercise Power. If I remained on the outside but miraculously lived as I do today, chances are I’d be in a casket 6-feet-under. The Maa Nation is great, but the Kingdoms in Africa are even stronger.”
“Well, I like you in Brooklyn,” Dallas admitted before kissing the giant on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her and returned a deep kiss, then he shifted his eyes to Amadi and kissed Dallas again. The two stood there with their bodies pressed against each other’s, “Don’t you?”
“He needs a mother,” Zuberi reminded while looking over at Amadi. “A prepared mother.”
Dallas turned her head to the side and rested it on Zuberi’s broad chest as she rubbed his back up and down. “I wish you the best of luck,” she enjoined as a long silence came between them. Dallas then opened up, “Are you the type to only seek a wife in a woman?”
Zuberi looks down as Dallas looks up and he smiles, “Not at all. Women are good for more than marrying.”
“Men too,” Dallas winks.
“Yes, physical catharsis is a necessity,” Zuberi says as he lowers his hands to Dallas’ svelte back. He kisses her gently on the forehead, the nose, then the lips. “And trust me,” he whispers, as Amadi plays obliviously in the fields, “our experience will be cathartic.”
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