The great horizon

Time With Foreigners.

I woke up by 7:00 am and began my daily routine. After my morning devotion, I started my early morning yoga. Then I had a cup of water. One thing I loved about myself was my skin color and my curve. Alot of people admired my skin alot. Then I had my milk shake. Next was to listen to music. I turned my little stereo on and as if the knew what I wanted to listen to, Tupac's California love featuring Dr dre and Roger Troutman was playing. My very own song. I can't count how many times the song had gotten me into trouble. The worst of it all was during my college years. If I was to calculate, it would be 6 years ago. I was born in Baltimore but raised in Bronx. As a little black girl, whenever my parents or people around talked about racism, I would asked them what that word meant. Pops always told me that at some point in my life, I would understand what it meant. Like every piece of it. And when I turned 10, an incident made me understand the word very well. My junior cousin Cole had visited my family. He was an 8 year old boy who at that tender age feared nothing. He was a very big fan of 2pac Shakur. He said less but knew alot of things kids his age would never know. Most of his words ended with the statement "Live by the gun, Die by the gun". I hated hearing him say that. We visited my aunt Marie at the high school she taught. When we got there, the white kids looked at us with disgust. We were directed to the staff room. On our way there, a ball rolled to my leg. As I bent to pick the ball, Cole held my hand. Just then, a little Girl of 6 ran towards me. The ball was hers. As she got to the place the ball was, she frowned her face and started crying. The teacher close to us ran to find out the problem then the girl said that her ball looks very dirty because I had touched it. The black teacher looked at me and smiled as I tried to tell my side of the story. She rejected the ball as the teacher took her out. I finally understood that word very well.
As I said earlier, I never played with 2pac' song. His first album was "2pacalypse". As a young teenage black girl, we had a specific driving limit just to avoid being chased just to be chased by white cops and then they will tell you to pull over and you know that you have to do it then they will tell you to step out of your car right. Now that kind of s*** will surely get you thinking and asking what the f*** have I done? the f*** word was a constantly used word. Next, the tell you keep your hands where I can see them. The start searching you and finally the ask what you have in your bag or boot. And then you the black person must have reached the peak of your anger. Tupac Shakur attacked social injustice, poverty and police brutality and "Brenda's Got a Baby" trapped" and "part-time mutha" his album All Eyez on Me which was released in 1996 and strictly "for my nigggas" released in 1993 will stop as my best album of those here's my favourite amongst his songs was California Love which was his first single after his release from prison in 1995 and was also his first single as the new death row artist. That song really got me into trouble a lot of times. The worst of it all being when I was told to pick my siblings from school. we lived in the Ghetto area of Bronx neighborhood and trust me it was not the best place to raise a child. On that very day, my mum and dad had left for work. My mum was a nurse at St. Kyna hospital and she earned little money why my dad owned a shop and sold stationeries books,novels,snacks and many other things. I was at home on suspension because of the protest my classmate had carried out two weeks ago without the school's knowledge. On our suspension note was written suspended for involvement in mutiny by our white racist principal. I played that song over and over again. My neighbours all came into my house. I could count up to 50 people in my parents house. As I played california's love for the 20th time my parents walked in with my siblings I was supposed to pick up from school. They stood there for 30 minutes wondering what was happening in their house. The worst of it all was the fact that my neighbours came into my dad's house with alcohol and drugs and just a cup made me go crazy it was a club party. I couldn't remember what happened and how the party ended and place got cleaned up but I do know that it was my last time of seeing my California Love cassette and last week in my street. After 3 days I was sent to live with my aunt. As I walked around the ship, I saw a small gathering which for some time now I had never liked. Lydia my teammates called out to me. I tried so hard to pretend like I did not hear her and then she stood up and ran towards my direction she wanted me to join the group of foreigners who were sitting with her. I suspected them to be Frenchman and women mostly. The next thing I heard was "comment allez-vous"He said. I turned to see who greeted me he was a handsome young Italian French guy he was 6 ft tall and white descent. He had an Afro hairdo,moustache like that of Freddie Mercury. When he greeted me, he let out this crazy smile to show off his beautiful dimple and golden tooth. He wore a printed green coloured t-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts. He wore an Adidas canvas whose lace have been replaced with a red one making it more attractive. He had four ear piercing on his left ear and one on his right I can't believe I found my ideal physical man. My incredible height of five was a let-down to a lot of men. To be honest I only crushed on men during my high school and college Years. I never went to prom or dated any guy not because of my height alone but also because the did not reach my standard. "Je vais bien". I replied him with a smile he also smiled and looked away I was Charmed by his charisma I gently took a seat with Lydia being the demarcator Lydia Started the conversation. We first discussed life and work. Our families and career took the longest time. I was a journalist, Lydia was a reporter, Carlos was an actor, one of the upcoming actors at that time, Annie was a doctor. George was a lawyer and so on. The four people I had mentioned above all played significant roles in my life. I turned to my charming stunning prince whose words I could count since we started talking. He said less but laughed more. I had to ask what he did for a living. He smiled and said I play jazz but I am an engineer. I looked closely at him and I recognised who he was. Son of business magnate Sir Berger. A first class graduate of Harvard University. He was also the leader of Black crew. One of the popular boy band. He goes by the stage name Luca. He always occupied the vvip seats at important locations. He was said to be the third most handsome man in the world at that time. A lot of girls called him Mr Perfect. I have never been a big fan though I listened to there song miss you tonight. His voice bought me back to my senses my name is "Giovanni Giuseppe Louise Berger" he said. I got to know him better. I also noticed that he answered questions more from me than every other person. After the meeting, He volunteered to walk me back to my room. We chatted on our way there and when I got to my room, He offered me an invitation to his father's birthday. Indeed my time with Foreigners was indeed a life changer.