Zuberi; and the Maroons of Maa — Chapter Ten: “Race First”

Zuberi; and the Maroons of Maa

Chapter Ten
Race First

Esad leads Amadi from the daycare to his Baba. “Say Htp to Baba,” Esad pressures him but the toddler is silent. “He said it earlier, you know?” Zuberi places his heavy hand on Esad’s shoulder thanking her. “He’s a very smart boy. He takes after his Baba in that way.”

“You have a way with words,” Zuberi admits. “Come Amadi, let us find repose at once.”

“Wait!” Esad interjects. “I have something I wish to show you.” Zuberi nods. Esad runs into the daycare and brings back her camera. She then shows Zuberi her recording of the Community Celebration. “We didn’t get a chance to watch it together. I would like if we did,” she pauses, “tonight.”

“I must awaken early. It is ill-advised to stay up long before a ceremony.”

“But you can spend time with your son and I,” Esad says, her sultry voice emphasizing ‘I.’

“I will. Although my first duty is to my Race.”

“And here I thought Family came first.”

“So it does. But Family derives its strength from Race,” Zuberi rationalizes.

“And not the other way around?” she questions.

“There are no strong Families in a weak Race. I am strong because we are strong.”

“So would you neglect your family for your Race?,” Esad challenges.

Zuberi chuckles, “An impossible feat. To the Race one must be true. Only in this way is one true to Family.”

“And there’s never a conflict?”

Zuberi stares at Amadi. “It’s said that in Ancient Africa, there were occasions when a nation needed to execute one of its own and they tasked the mother of the perpetrator with the deed of death dealing. It is in practices like these that the family’s strength is realized. We can pretend to love ourselves, our children, our siblings or our parents with acts that go against our Race–but it’s just pretend. We are a people at war and it’s the victories of that war which make my son, my son.” Esad puts her face into Zuberi’s chest and hugs him. She holds him then composes herself and begins to head back into the daycare. “However,” Zuberi adds, “we do not need to watch the performances tonight. We can spend time together and retire early.” Without a moment to spare, Esad rushes into the daycare to tell the other women she’s calling it in early, then she walks with Zuberi and Amadi to their home.

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Zuberi; and the Maroons of Maa — Chapter Nine: “Community Celebration”

Zuberi; and the Maroons of Maa

Chapter Nine
Community Celebration”

“All rise for the Maa National Anthem,” Kwame commands. He stands on a stage facing a crowded audience beneath a banner that reads “Community Celebration.” The whole crowd stands up in unison and begins to sing the Maa National Anthem,

“I’ve heard a man say ‘Wait for freedom,’”
But I did not agree
I told him, ‘You can waste your life,
But I shall live mine free.’

I sought out friends and hid from foes
Until the time was right
When the armies of my continent
Stood up with all its might

We didn’t spare their children
We didn’t spare a soul
We crushed all opposition
To our Liberation goal

We looked again at our free land
We couldn’t be more proud
We told the world just who we were
And demanded that it bowed

We fly the flag of our great land
We fly red, black and green
And never will it never fly
As long as we can bleed

We see it in our blood
We see it in our skin
We see it in our wealth
That we will never lose again

O Mother who bore us for war
We shall always do you right
We pledge by you, our continent
To advance you
Day and Night”

The crowd raised their fist in a Black Power salute to the anthem’s ending. Kwame then ceded the stage to an Elder Healer who brought a jar of water and a plant. The Healer then praised our Creator, the spirits, the rivers and oceans, our ancestors and Africa’s royal families, especially the King of Kings’ His Imperial Majesty Dumaka and his esteemed Generals in a libation ceremony that had many in the audience shouting names and the ceremonial ‘ase.’ Following the libations, Myrkya placed her head on Zuberi’s shoulder. The air was electric and all expected an eventful and entertaining event and none were disappointed.

“Looking Black
and being Black
is as different
as Fog and Rain,” sang one Sister from “Five on the Black Hand Side.”

A group of Protectors and male Hunters performed a War Dance, kicking their knees high and crawling around with their stomachs’ upward.

Yet another read from “The Destruction of Black Civilization,” explaining, “Yet I did just that when I wrote that the whites are the implacable foe, the traditional and everlasting enemy of the Blacks.”

Still another performed a poem,

“You go along to get along
With a song of forgiveness
A strong people would fight wrong
But you go along with it.”

Finally Kwame welcomed the children between one and four-years-old on stage. Each child was paraded to be applauded. On Amadi’s turn, a Healer held his hand and walked with him across the stage as Zuberi gave him a standing ovation. Then the Healers of the community brought out the children below one-year-old. And after those applause, the announcer instructed everyone to hold hands and close the celebration with the call and response African Affirmation,

“We are an African People
Robbed from our Homeland
Robbed of our Names
Our Languages
Our Cultures
Our Religions
Our Womanhood
Our Manhood
Our Sisterhood
Our Brotherhood
Our Motherhood
Our Fatherhood
Our Selfhood
Our Nationhood
And our Self-Respect
But We Shall Rise!”

Everyone raised their joined hands at the prompt of ‘we shall rise’ and continued,

“Never to Fall Again!
Up You Mighty Race!
You Can Accomplish What You Will!
No Justice! No Peace!
No Justice! No Peace!”

He then repeats “No Justice” stretching “Justice” over three minutes while most in the audience stopped much earlier. Kwame erupts with a final “No Peace!” where all but Myrkya punch their fist forward while releasing the hands they held. Myrkya instead squeezed Zuberi’s hand tight and kissed him on his lips. Zuberi smiles. “Come, Amadi is being held there,” he says leading Myrkya to his son.

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Zuberi; and the Maroons of Maa — Chapter Eight: “Esad the Hunter”

Zuberi; and the Maroons of Maa

Chapter Eight
Esad the Hunter”

“You have a great Son.” Zuberi nods at the compliment. Esad returns to the daycare and retrieves Amadi from inside. “Will I see you later?” she asks Zuberi.

“I am promised elsewhere.”

“Then I will content myself with seeing you, Amadi,” she tells Amadi who steps forward to grip her dress.

“You will watch the children again later?” Zuberi asks as he doesn’t expect anyone to work multiple shifts at the daycare.

“Yes. It appears Myrkya will be busy the same time as you,” jokes Esad.

“She’s not even scheduled for tonight. But I grasp your reference.” Zuberi turns to Amadi. “Say good bye to Esad.” The boy is weak at speech so he says nothing as Zuberi cheers him to act. Eventually, Zuberi pulls Amadi’s hand to walk away but Amadi fights him to keep looking at Esad. “He’s taken a liking to you.”

“I’d hope his Baba has as well,” Esad smiles.

“He has,” Zuberi admits.

“Actions speak louder than words.”

“And words should not be wasted. I gave my word to be elsewhere. Thus my actions are determined.” Zuberi lifts his son up. “Amadi needs a Baba who keeps his promises.”

“Would you keep a promise if it conflicted with your principles?” Esad presses.

“And why would I make a promise that conflicted with my principles?” Zuberi gave Esad a moment to respond. Hearing nothing, he uttered, “He will be back.”

“And I will be here,” Esad promises. Zuberi leaves with his son. Esad returns to the inside of the daycare where some of the other Hunters and Healers eavesdrop. They scatter at Esad’s arrival and she whispers to herself, finishing her earlier claim, “Always.”

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Zuberi; and the Maroons of Maa — Chapter Seven: “The Nature of Clarity”

Zuberi; and the Maroons of Maa

Chapter Seven
“The Nature of Clarity”

“Have you ever gone to little italy? They have the best spaghetti.” Esad fixed her eyes on Zuberi as the two walked side-by-side with her arms wrapped around his.

“Do you jest?” Zuberi asks Esad. She remains unwavering, “I have no interest in the wazungu’s spaghetti.”

“What is wrong with their spaghetti?” Zuberi walks silently. “Don’t you ever want to expand your experiences?”

“I expand my experiences by investing in my own people,” Zuberi responds. “An enriched people offer enriched experiences.” His mind traveled to the past, where Africans at home and abroad had neither resources nor resourcefulness, yet through intelligent self-enrichment they now had products and productivity. When once the products around him, on him and in him, were from eurasians, everything he consumed now was African: his food, his clothing, his shelter and his consciousness was African.

“You have an answer for everything,” Esad smiles laying her head on Zuberi’s broad shoulder faintly aware of the deep thought Zuberi puts in each response.

“Such is the nature of clarity.” Esad nuzzles her face in Zuberi’s arm. They just had an excellent second date and the couple now walks to Zuberi’s place for its conclusion.

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Zuberi; and the Maroons of Maa — Chapter Six: “Myrkya or Esad?”

Zuberi; and the Maroons of Maa

Chapter Six
“Myrkya or Esad?”

The tip of a spear glides through the air at the height of Zuberi’s abdomen. He narrowly avoids the blade by sinking backwards as flat as a table. A sudden downward slash gives Zuberi only enough time to flip backward and avoid certain death. “Good dodging,” Faraji tells Zuberi as he tries to stab and slash at his evasive competitor. “Hold still,” Faraji exclaimed, but Zuberi kept moving and eventually went on the offensive: Zuberi stabs at Faraji, Faraji hits Zuberi’s spear point to the side. “Nice try!,” but Zuberi wasn’t finished. Using the momentum of Faraji’s deflection, he spun and kicked Faraji on his arm causing him to tumble over.

“You talk too much,” Zuberi explains in triumph.

“Ah I missed these,” Faraji said from the ground. “It’s too bad you are no longer a Protector. We can’t go on too many missions.”

“You still talk too much,” Zuberi repeats, helping his friend up. Faraji pulls at him, urging him to sit beside him. “I will be a Protector once more, Faraji; and sooner than you think.”

Faraji asks, “Myrkya? This is the woman you want?”

“She cooks well. She speaks well. She sleeps well.”

“That is what you want in a woman?”

“Yes,” Zuberi admits without delay.

“All you want? Didn’t your ex-wife do those?”

“At first.” Zuberi gets up, his failed marriage wasn’t his favorite topic for discussion. “I do not know what I look for, except that I yearn to return to Africa and plant my seed there. And truly I do not know if Myrkya is the best I can do here.”

“Are you thinking of Esad? She’s joined the Maa Nation because of you.”

“Ha!,” Zuberi laughs. “Esad is confused.”

“And yet I have never seen a Black man blush,” Faraji jokes at Zuberi’s poor attempt to hide interest. “Do not rush things Brother. Be careful.”

“I intend to,” Zuberi pulls Faraji up. “Now pick up a sword. Let us finish this session with Fencing.”

The two clash blades until nightfall.

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