Hakuna-Hofu: Man Without |fear

By Sonny

HAKUNA-HOFU
(man without fear)

Election time... in the state of California. The city of Los Angeles
is making headline news. The distribution and sale of drugs is at an
all time high and threatens the governor’s chance for re-election. The
drug lords have set up a makeshift drug lab in the jungle of Africa to
camouflage their location.
The thick foliage of the jungle makes it impossible for law
enforcement to pinpoint their whereabouts.
Young people are dying in record numbers due to the drugs. The
governor has asked the mayor of L.A. to assemble a task force that will
put an end to the corruption that’s flooding the streets.
But the governor has no idea what he has done. He has put the
rat in charge of the cheese. The mayor of Los Angeles is the organizer
of the jungle drug trade. He is the heart and soul of the largest cocaine
operation the West Coast has ever known.
But this time, the rat has bitten off more than he can chew.
The mayor victimized a little old man by the name of Mr. Buscar.
Mr. Buscar has done harm to no one, and he’s a friend to all.
Afraid that his life is in danger, and the life of his young friend
who is a news reporter, Mr. Buscar calls upon the greatest warrior the
world has ever known. A warrior who sees in the dark as if it were day;
a warrior who can hear the humming of a fly at twenty yards; a warrior
who can run faster than man or beast; a warrior who can break the back
of a bull with one mighty blow.
He communicates with the animals and they hear and obey. He
is a legend among the African people. The mere mention of his name
strikes fear in the hearts of many. Only Mr. Buscar knows that this great
warrior lives and exists.
But now the world will know the awesome power of the Great
Hakuna-Hofu. Brace yourself as the battle of all battles unfolds on the
jungle floor. LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Feb 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781483570990

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TEN

FRIDAY NIGHT, JULY 10, 2000

San Diego is the home of Seaworld, where thousands of people come year-round to enjoy the matchless display of animals. Dolphins and whales dazzle the crowds of lookers-on with their acrobatic skills and an obvious show of intelligence. There is also the Zoo.

Sharik Janneh works in this lovely park. She is the caretaker of the big cats. Lions, tigers, jaguar, leopards, and all members of the cat family are under her supervision.

It’s late. Sharik and her son, Shaka, make one more round to see if all the big cats are secure. The boy comes to Cu-Rue’s cage. She is a twelve hundred pound man-eater. The door is slightly ajar; the tiger is nowhere in sight. Suddenly, a loud noise splits the night sky as a blazing meteor streaks downward. Shaka looks up and sees it falling from the sky. A bright light from the object engulfs him and blinds him as it explodes in the air nearby. An electric shock runs through his body as he falls helplessly to the ground.

Slightly unconscious and looking through half-closed eyes, his greatest fear comes true. He sees Cu-Rue only ten feet away. Shaka closes his eyes, leans back against the cage, and prepares to die like a man.

***

SATURDAY MORNING

As usual, the hospital was extremely busy. Doctors and nurses moved swiftly through the corridors. A city bus carrying twenty people was broadsided downtown by a U-Haul truck driven by two teenagers, seventeen and nineteen.

Dr. Charleston looked on in amazement as she directed the ambulance drivers that carried the injured to the emergency rooms, which filled up quickly. Stretchers carrying the injured were placed in the hallways under her direction.

Only blocks away, ten San Diego police cars were in hot pursuit of the runaway U-Haul. The truck misjudged a turn and rammed a telephone pole. Without incident, the two teenagers were quickly taken into custody.

The cops opened the back door of the U-Haul, and to their surprise, found it filled to the top with mind-altering drugs in numerous boxes. One word was stamped on the side of each box: AFRICA.

Saturday morning, nineteen-year-old Shaka Janneh was lying on his back in a hospital bed. A few doors down the hallway, Doctor Wong Woo sat at his desk looking at the medical report before him. Then he pushed the button on the intercom.

Nurse Carlton, can you come to my office for a few minutes, please?

The nurse, Tina Carlton, answered in a very soft voice, Yes, Dr. Woo, I’ll be right there.

As she walked down the hallway to the doctor’s office, she thought she heard a strange sound. She paused briefly as she looked around.

The doctor looked up as the door opened.

Nurse, when you checked the patient in room A-12, what was his blood pressure reading?

It was extremely high; 160 over 130.

The doctor looked puzzled. Did you notice any facial lacerations or head wounds?

She looked down as she thought about the question. Of course, Doctor, it’s all right there in the chart. Dr. Martin said that the cut on his head didn’t required stitches, so I treated the wound and dressed it.

Dr. Woo looked at her as if she lost her mind.

Doctor, is there a problem with the patient?

Yes, as a matter of fact, there’s a serious problem. Walking to the front of the desk, he slowly picked up the chart.

Ms. Carlton, come with me, please.

"Of course," she replied sarcastically.

The two of them left the doctor’s office and proceeded down the hallway to room A-12.

Hello, Mr. Janneh, how are you feeling?

I’m feeling just fine, Dr. Woo. And how are you, Nurse Carlton?

At his reply, both of them stood silently and just stared at Shaka in amazement.

You were asleep when I came on duty. How did you know my name? asked Dr. Woo.

I heard you and your beautiful nurse talking about my head wound just outside the door, Shaka answered.

Oh, I see. Well, can you sit up for me? We’re going to remove your bandage and take a look at your injury.

The nurse moved to assist him as Shaka sat up.

How’s my mother? Shaka asked.

Your mother is doing great. She’s at home, now. She wasn’t as close to the meteor as you were when it exploded. This might sting a little bit, said the doctor as he pulled the bandage off slowly. Then he turned and looked at Nurse Carlton. As you can see, Ms. Carlton, there is no cut, so I can understand why he did not need stitches.

The young woman could not believe her eyes as she stared at Shaka’s forehead.

Nurse, can you check his blood pressure while I make a phone call?

Yes, Doctor Woo, I’ll check it again."

She moved slowly toward Shaka in total disbelief.

Doctor Wong Woo entered his office, sat down quickly, picked up the telephone and called his assistant.

Hello, Doctor Martin. I’m sorry to call you on your day off, but I have a question.

Sure, Doctor; how can I help you?

The patient that you examined in room A-12 earlier today…what was his condition upon arrival?

The nurse walked in and handed the blood pressure results to Doctor Woo.

Well, his blood pressure was high, and there’s a nasty-looking cut on his forehead. I wrote a prescription for Plendil, 10mg CR for the B.P. Is everything okay?

Yes, he’s doing fine, except for the fact that there is no cut on his head or any sign that there ever was. Doctor Woo paused briefly as he looked at the B.P. report. And his B.P. is 110 over 70; it’s fine.

I’ll be there in ten minutes, said Martin.

Oh! And another thing—he knew my name—said he heard the nurse and me talking just outside the door, said Doctor Woo.

What’s so strange about that? asked Martin.

"Well, he heard us, and that’s true. But the question is how, since we were not outside his door. We were all the way down the hall in my office with the door closed—and speaking in a normal voice tone," explained Doctor Woo.

There was silence on both ends of the phone.

Meanwhile, Nurse Carlton lay on the office sofa with both feet up, holding her head. All of this was too much for her.

Ten minutes later, Doctor Woo sat at his desk, reviewing the notes of Dr. Stan Martin, when suddenly, Stan walked into the office.

Nurse, can you get us a blood sample from Mr. Janneh, please?

Yes, Doctor Woo. Shall I check his pressure again?

No, that will be all.

Moments later, the two men bent over, closely examining Shaka as the nurse proceeded to draw blood from his arm. Doctor Martin examined Shaka’s forehead where just a few