Gift and the Curse American Nigga

By Hannibal Barker VII

“You cant give me any rights you cant give me anything, so Im more than positive that what ever you two discuss, up there I couldn’t care any less about. James pauses looks around the courtroom, before continuing, the staring eyes only made his stance stronger, Im not sure he jerks his chained wrist from under the table the chain tied around both wrist, connected to a chain around his ankles , clinks loudly and locks into place the sound catches some spectators in the courtroom off guard they flinch, James continues , “im not sure if I get close to you that I wouldn’t wrap these chains around your neck and choke the shit out of both of you, looking around the court room Id kill as many as you motherfuckers as I can”. His words were heard even through the banging of the judges gavel even the Judges yells for him to be removed from the court room.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hannibal Barker VII
• Release date: Jan 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311437549

Hannibal Barker VII

Stuck here in this prison called life along with you..attempting to enjoy myself, until my release.

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Chapter 1

AMERICAN NIGGA

I will not do it I am not going I want go, Sheik stands from the soft cushion chair, his walking stick precious to him. It being a gift from Al carved from a tree that was destroyed in his mother’s war torn yard, it slips. He almost falls to the hard cement floor before he adjusts it to hold his weight up. Planting his feet he settles his weight on the stick he immediately, rushes over to look through the tall window Of Al’s office. Eager to see if she was still running, they had collided as he entered Al’s office. Knocking the wind from his lungs for only a second but he felt it. This was his first encounter with her; from this he knows her being his partner could only get worse. Shelia Al’s latest outreach and now Sheiks assigned partner, for this unexpected trip to the United States of America burst through the heavy doors her long dark hair can be seen dancing along with her bodies movements. She ran through the compounds tight walk way headed to the living quarters. Built and maintained for those who work the grounds, she hadn’t been here long enough to know the grounds as good as she needed to, she trips over the water hoses rolled up and always laying right after the corner wall ends. She's a young girl this is far too important. Sheik shakes his head slowly catching a glimpse from the corner of his eye of Al's Brilliant red bellowing robe.Al approaches making his way to the window Sheik can now smell Al’s skin, incents he burns always lingers. His toothless smile small but ever so present greets the eyes of Sheik, his hand offering a cup, Sheik takes it, looks into the cup and sniffs, tea. No honey Al never ever uses honey. Well good, very good, since you know that my son, then you can understand why I need you to go with her. His voice strong and sure, here take this letting go the crude heavy mug when Sheiks’ fingers grip it, Sheik feels the warm tea in the mug through his fingertips. Steam rises from the cup slowly. Sheik grabs the cup; not expecting the offered drink, Al’s big robes nearly cover his small boney old fingered hand. Not expecting this mug or this assignment the tea burns his fingers he sets the mug down on the windows seal spilling a portion over the rim of the mug. Disastrous news from overnight had reached the compound, a messenger knew there would be a profit in letting Al know, first hand of his sons embarrassing loss last night. That defiantly scratches Shiheed from this assignment. He’s mostly going to be hiding out, who knows for how long this time. But still Sheik feels he should mention Shiheed’s name encase the old man didn’t think to even consider sending his oldest son instead of Sheik, him being just an old man. No Al holds a wrinkled skinny finger up, the big robes cuff falls down his skinny arm, cutting off Sheiks coming question. Would you truly appoint my son to a task of this importance, Al looks from the window to the eyes of his oldest dearest friend, his face shows his question. Al continues to speak, that really scares me, really. Sheik listens Al always admits his strength or his fear, but knowing him Sheik never believes him. Al continues if I die which is inevitable, it’s just when and how, I’m going to die, he looks into Sheik you’re going to die, were all going to die, Al says his smile coming through. But if I die before I complete my assignment. Who’s going to finish this for me for us for our people for our god? When I die does that mean its over? my enduring trust worthy son, or you my trusting old friend ,my trusting old friend who now admits he wouldeven consider assigning my son an assignment of this magnitude. Between you two men the thought of what’s going to happen when I’m gone is very frightening; Al says turning from the window and walking briskly back to his desk, plopping down in his chair behind his dark wooden desk. Sheik followed behind reaching the chair opposite Al at the desk. Placing the mug down on several sheets of paper on Al's desk Al notices but doesn’t say anything, Sheik eases into the chair. By the look of it you’re going to outlive me, Sheik says grabbing his mug and taking a sip of the cooling tea, after a few seconds of silence between the two men. Al Smiles again his toothless gums bright, his small grey eyes close with his wrinkled forehead adjusting to his smile. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Sheik focuses now more intently. I’m listening, I really need to know why I have to be involved with this at this point I’m an old men Al, and I’m sure you remember my last trip to the states Sheik gestures with his hand.

Never will forget Al agrees. So I’m confused why now and why me. Sheik asks his face showing his confusion. Al had wrestledthe longnight before abouthow to tell, Sheik he has seen his number being called .his death closer than ever before, in his dreams there was death and both his old friend and himself were in that number of souls. Realizing telling this to Sheik his closet and dearest friend would cause more delay and he might just flat out refuse to go, but there was no one else that could go, Al had shut the compound down and there was no more workers. For the last six years, it had just been Al and Shied, and Sheik, until Sheila out of the blue. Al had a vision like times throughout his life. He blabbed about it and rounded up the troops and they went to specific locations from his dreams and there she was, just as the dream suggested he brought her home and now he knows why. Not liking to lie, but his age and vast experience of dealing with people taught sometimes a lie is better than the truth. Well it’s time for us to leave this place. He holds his arms out, his bright big robe makes him seem bigger, and my dear friend it would be easier for us to leave the land separately, besides think he smiles, think of how happy the girls will be to see you, you know Ashner would cry just thinking about you coming to see them. Just figured since, we got to go anyway why not kill two birds with one stone. Sheik pushes back into the chair his eyes relax a little he just listens, Al continues.Since this message has to get to my daughters and someone has to go I figured why not you, the compounds nearly empty, what did you think I was doing by clearing this place out. Sheik looks around the room he hadn’t, Al hadn’t removed anything, just let all the workers go. Al knowing he would give the fact that he was lying away, with just his eyes he felt his old friend would know he’s not telling him everything, grabbing for his cup, Sheik watches Al’s hands instead of his eyes, but follows the cup back to Al's face he looks at Al’s eyes, Al holds the cup up to his lips avoiding Sheiks eyes. Not needing his cane Sheik jumps to his feet your lying, no, no your lying I know when you lie, tell me what’s going on, Sheik places his hands on the desk to steady his balance. Glaring into Al’s still partially covered eyes. Placing his cup down Al stands, Sheik I don’t have to lie to you, I need you to do this for me, and it’s important there’s really no time for discussion, the boat leaves tonight."

Tonight Sheik exclaims, turning to grab his cane his leg starts to remind him that he needs it. The knock on the door broke the static in the room, before Al could say come in the door opens, there stood Sheila her bags in her hands, a big black floppy hat on her head covering most of her face but her smile was evident. I’m ready Father Al.

Turning his eyes from the girl Al looks back to Sheik, there’s no time for this, I need you, and our cause needs you. Exhaling heavily how long do I have to get ready, Sheik finishes off his tea and sets the cup down a little harder than needed no one says anything. Al breaks the silence, the car shall be here any minute, and she’ll help you get ready. Shelia agrees silently by setting her bags down and removing her big hat.

Chapter 2

I just can’t leave momma I got to think about how that would look on my resume. Her tears can be heard in her words. Are you sure it’s worth all this stress though, baby we have these conversationsregularly now I’m thinking myself you might need a change, at first I thought it was just a growing into phase, I’m starting to think different. Johann listens closely on the line, to her distraught daughter. Fidgeting with the laundry she tosses the piece down standing looking through her bedroom window, the sky is pretty in her world, why did her baby have to leave anyway to be a lawyer in the city, what was wrong with staying home. Hating to tell her daughter the truth sometimes because she doesn’t take things well. She holds her breath waiting for her baby girl’s response. Yes momma it’s hard but, life’s like that. Her tears smear the makeup she put on this morning for this trial her firm had just lost. This restroom stinks, she realizes, blinking back her tears, taking in her surrounding, yuck she feels, yuck she feels in the breaths she take. Looking at the paint peeling door, profanity scribbled into the door fuck judge Benet she reads clearly. Several more scribbles she couldn't read.

She stands realizing she had set down on the toilet, feeling the back of her skirt while looking, at the seat she had taken. It was clean, but the toilet bowl was disgusting. She has to get out of here. Momma I’m a call you when I get home. Johann can hear the tears in her daughters words, Madeline, are you ok.Yes momma, I’m going to be ok I’ll call you when I get home I just have to take these documents back to the office and I’ll be done for today. All the research I did that they didn’t even use, just thinking about it hurts her feelings again, she would of won this case instead her lack of preparation is what they say cost them the case I’ll call when I get home momma I love you.

Chapter 3

Shelly why do you always have to push me so hard. Her hands drop out of his face and she walks away deeper into the kitchen. Her mother taught her a man must provide and if he doesn’t then he knows what’s next, she grabs a cracker from a glass dish, on the counter and leans there bites into the cracker. Crumbs fall from her lips and onto the counter, she doesn’t care hope he feels her disgust. Remember if he doesn’t someone else will. She hears his heavy boot steps getting closer he better not touch me Shelly thinks, she tenses up for his touch but He passes her. I don't want to talk about it anymore, Shelly turns, her hand raised and waving, Chris you, you know you’re right, and I apologize. I’m wrong for expecting you the man in my life to take care of the things I need help with, your right, I have no right to expect that, if me and my children need help, just forget about it, you’re right. Chris walks closer to her, see you still bullshitting, fuck you if you can’t understand I have to wait for the jobs to call me back I can’t make them people put me to work, all I can do is try and get out here and sell these rocks till something change I don’t want to sell this shit, it’s not for me anymore, and besides my freedom, he frowns at her you should understand this. She understood, but before he went and spent the last money they had on a whole sale of crack cocaine he should have said something, to her about it. She wouldn’t have spent the money she had at the beauty supply. His voice never rises but she knows he didn’t like her response, he moves around Shelly, grabbing for the cup from the counter top he used earlier, rinsing it in the sink. Chris turns the sink on for a second and quickly turns it off again. That’s not all you can do, you know, you, are stupid, she rolls her eyes. She watches him pour a full glass of the purple juice. Sammie her oldest son made it, it was nasty, she knew it she watches him gulp it. Finishing his juice with a frown and a squinted face setting the cup in the sink he sets it down softly but it still can be heard, Man I’m finna get out of here it’s a beautiful day outside I’m going to go enjoy some of it, fuck this shit in here with your crazy ass, not even that good dick sucking you gave me can make me stay here and fight with you, Chris says walking away. What, Shelly yells now following behind him he knew if she got close enough she would hit him turning he catches her arms right in time holding her arms, catching her close to her wrist and elbow her tiny fist wave now her nails stretch to scratch he smiles she doesn't. I need you to ride with me he kisses her, I’m going to make something happen she squirms to get out of his grip he kisses her again, Shelly rolls her eyes let me go she stops fighting. Let me go, I quit and stop kissing me she screams into his face and pulls away. Chris grabs his jacket whenever things got a little behind, and things had reached their limits now they needed some money, Shelly would always panic. Now she throws up her children’s fathers he wanted to punch her. How dare you through them nigga in my face they don’t want you are these children he didn’t say it, just thought about his goals and plans and ideas to get him and his woman into better situations. Her stressing, and stressing him is not part of those plans. Chris plan starts with following his heart. Trust in his heart. Trust in god the creator of his heart. To guide his heart like he has done his entire life before he meet her and he feels he's pretty clear on knowing god leads him ,hustling wasn’t in his heart anymore, so its positively got to be some change but for now this is all he can do. Throwing his jacket on. Where are you going anyway Chris, Tammy asks again. He sees her hands on her hips, I’m just going out, where you think I’m going Chris rifles through the jackets pockets, she would just have to understand, pulling a small folded flyer from his pocket, Shelly Snatches it, it was just a church flyer, he thinks. Church she yells after reading the flyer here take this, church isn’t gone get us no food up in here. Here, she shoves the flyer back into his hand. Reading over the words on the flyer himself now, Chris remembers getting this flyer from a black man at the bus stop one morning, he said "he was getting paid to hand out these flyers at this bus stop and about ten others on this strip so take it throw it away if he wants or pass it on to someone else he didn’t care his job was done. He did let Chris know he, wanted Chris to come to the church. Bible study was on Wednesday’s, or Sunday service, it had several times during Wednesday to attend today was Wednesday, Chris reads from the flyer today’s Wednesday he looks at his phone for the time, I can make one of these services he thinks see what this is about. Besides the church area is the best place to get rid of a couple stones.

You better come up with some money Shelly yells. Chris walks out the door.

Chapter 4

Sunday sermon Babylon falls, You have more faith in the United states never falling like Rome fell like nations from ages fall, you are wrong if you think this place can sustain you. Josiah read into his microphone his written thought pressed send.

Chapter 5

This is how you show your appreciation, is this how you say thank you, the young man’s fear evident but his bravado and strength made its presence known as well. His voice not heavy or steady, but they understood his words. She’s leaving with me. His eyes piercing Balitores smile was now seen in his eyes,Balitores smiles was known by his people known throughout his homeland a feared fake smile a smile that always comes before tears, a lot of tears Shiheed knows this he curses his self under his breath. Balitore himself at one point in his life hated his smiles. Thought because of his constant smiling he showed a sign of weak fear. There were tears when he showed his biggest smile.

Shiheed stands across from Balitore seeing Balitores perfect tied tie, makes Shiheed untie his he own it was choking him now anyway it seems, Shiheed realizes how hard he's breathing., Shiheed hates Balitores smile. Balitore’s gotten older he has come to notice when and why he smiles, it’s never when things are good. People who knew him and he himself knew he smiles when he is uncomfortable, when he's losing control, he still sometimes questions it. Now his smile breaks into his face before his unashamed daughter, she holds the hand of the man who would stab her father in his back with no reservations this gentleman has deviled her. This man has had his dick in Balitores daughter's mouth, the thoughts send chills through him, He needs to have a seat this was not expected. It was to be expected for him to try and steal some money, the girl clutches the bundle of money that was stolen Balitore sits.

Father I don’t know what to say I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I love him she said holding on to the arm ofher man, Balitore watches as his beautiful precious daughter talks he hears her but her words start fading out he could just see her lips moving, was her father the only onewho cares how preciousshe is to the worldher mere existence is for something good, something fantastic and fresh, and she picks this man, was he the only one wanting her to miss the, the uncertainties, that come with young rushed love. Things a father knew woman go through. He didn't want that for her. She’s doesn’t even care. Her tear filled eyes stand before him defiant to say the least. Balitore felt this hurt he felt upset, at the same time realizes she's no more or no less than the other women, on this planet. She might not know any better, now, but this is going to show her some things she wasn’t ready for. In his heart his love for her, he wanted to grab her, and force her to be still and wait take her time, but that’s unrealistic. When she gets back from this journey he will be there to hold her, she’s forgiven right here right now. Shiheed on the other hand, Balitore look to him now, will not be forgiven. Like it was done on purpose as Balitore's eyes shift from his daughter to Shiheed this loser, he starts his explanation Sir I was going to explain to you, after the Election today, Shiheed stood taller blowing his next words from his lips, but we didn’t win. Shiheed squeezes, looks away from Balitore into the eyes of his now proclaimed young woman. Balitore was not trying to stare but he couldn't understand.Balitore loves his daughter and tries to explain what it meant for her to take her time. Was it a lack of respect that these two people have for him these two people that stand