African king

The Voyage to Casablanca

  The showers were his and hers and were facing eachother so it was practically like being in the gym lockeroom showers; cause we were talking about a lot of stuff and the vybe was chill. We got out and put on robes. I called the maid with a button on the wall "please bring two sleeping thubes and our outfits for tomorrow Along with everything else we need thank you"
  They came and dropped of the clothes, skin oils, cologne, and turbans for tomorrow. We oiled up and put on our sleeping thubes. If your wondering usually men free ball in sleeping thubes.By 1:25 Doni comes and wakes us up he does this by bringing a song bird in a cage. We go and brush our teeth then a maid comes and washes Mesheks hair, blows it out, moisterizes it with sweet almond oil, and braids it straight back; Making it curve up slightly he loved it. He flirtatiously thanked her "your hands are like little angels" she blushes, bows and walks off.
   "Whats her name?" He ask me "Malaika (Ma-like-a), shes from Somalia, she can come if you want just tell father." "I will" he walked to the requesting button. "Yes this is Meshek I have a request for Malaika to come on the trip with me as my hair braider and translator"
   Meshek grins at me "of course my son!" My dad replies in the speaker. It was now 2am. We moisturize our skin with a mixture of shea butter, and some other stuff I cant remember, a lady in the shea grove makes it special for me. I give him some cologne oil, here we use the oil cologne not the cheap alcohol based one you guys use in the States. We go to the closet room where our outfits are hung up next to each other.
   They were beautiful it was a Ghanian design with a twist. It was a black traditional designed shirt with a deep cut that showed off our little pecks my shirt had a gold design and his had the same design but had a rich copper color. The pants were slim fitted black pant and they fit just right and the feet openings weren'too big. It was also two shoe boxes on the floor we open then 2 Versace loafers mine had a gold stitch and his had the same copper tone. " those have to be costum made" we put them on excitingly. Along with our clothes. Just when we thought there was no more, I unfold my turban and jewelry falls out. Its clear to see what is for who. there is custom made copper jewelry for him a copper pendent bracelet with leather and a black Versace watch! And a leather necklace with a copper versace pendant. His initials were on the back of all of them I dont know how dad got all these things so fast. Finally I wrap on my turban and meshek puts his new custom made braid cover on.
   we are finally ready and it's 2:20. "Look at you, your like a mini me I say to him he nudges me and we head for the car early "shouldn't we say bye to father? He ask we'll say bye to him at the airport hes going to paris you know" I answer as Ajai enters the car his outfit is like ours but his was silver and black versace and if I didn't mention I have gold and black. He has a moroccan hat I guess you call it, I didn't like it. "Good morning Ajai" I say to him " he looks out the window and ignors me. "What did I do now eh?" He snaps back " its 2 in fucking  the morning I dont want to talk I want to sleep!" "Fare enough I guess" I reply with calmness. Meshek is leaning on me and playing on his new tablet my dad left for him on the seat before we came and Ajai sleeps in his seat across from us. The inside of the hummer limo was roomy! It was as Americans  say pimped out out! I eventually fell asleep on Meshek. Finally the car stops. I look at my phone and its. 8am the maids came to the the hummer with bottles of water tooth paste and a bottle of listerine we brush our teeth and spit it out in a spitoon. After that we go in the airport.

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We finally get on the plane and we are starving a private cacoon is set up for us free of charge by Niger Air lines. I get some cranapple juice as a drink I notice Ajai breathing hard and seems to be having a athsma attack. I reach in my bag for his emergency inhaler and pump it up for him. He has no choice but to thank me. "I would rather you thank me by acting like my brother again Ajai." He said nothing he looked and me and then at Meshek then looked to the ground I could see his conscience was eating at him. Meshek obviousely could care less about Ajai, he was alarmed when he got the athsma but after he calmed  and showed his blatant un-appreciation we just want back to ignoring him again. Food came that was specially made for us it was a platter of lobster tails, served with a senegal parsley lemon butter,cheb ,palm wine ,and fried fish. One thing that my brothers and I have in common. We love to eat. Immediately after we finished eating we got turbulence. Meshek tenced up on the seat and looked through the window in excitement. Ajai on the other hand almost seemed to be having an anxiety attack. At one point the plane even fell in mid air we were flying through a storm cloud.