Power of the Pum Pum (From Guns to God)

Chapter 7

The worst had happened.
I never wanted this to be apart of our story.
How could I?
I want so much for Tafari to have a chance at changing his life and now this.
What can I do?
What steps should I take?
What move should I make?
Should I wait for a contact from him?
Will he even try to contact me from the inside?
It sucks not having the answer to these questions.

"Staci let's face it. It was only a matter of time"  Terry admitted.

As much as I hated her for stating the obvious, I had to admit that it was indeed true. The road that Tafari took was bound to land him here. It was either this or in a box six foot six. There is only a slim chance of him being rehabilitated and successful. The last time he told me he got some counseling he was silent throughout all sessions and to make matters worst he went back to the same lifestyle that they were trying to pull him out of.

What chances are there for black men? How many black men actually made it out of this slum?
"Terry you a gwaan like him born bad"
"Even seeds that are bad can bare good fruit"
"Member eno, a rotten fruits plant good trees"
"A cow shit them use to make fertilizer"
"Me nah style nobody cause me cyaa make nobody"

Terry frowned and turned away.

I rolled my eyes.
I didn't give a flying fuck!
"Try know if a man like Tafari get buss the real way things can change"
"At least him treat me better than the church guys them"
I sucked my teeth and Terry shook her head.
"Uncle a kill up himself bout Mr. Barnes son and em not even know say that a rapist"
"Listen, you guys need to leave me so me live my life"
"God alone can make me feel bad about loving another human being like myself"

My uncle walked inside the living room and I fold my lips. He gets on my last nerve sometimes but I respect him and I wasn't ready to put him in his place just yet.

It had been 3 days since Tafari had been locked up and I haven't heard anything from him. I was worried out of my mind and nothing seem to numb the pain.

My uncle gazed down at me seated on the floor in front of a single settee. I couldn't tell if he was genuinely sad for me or reading me my wrongs with his stern bold brown eyes.
"If there is no evidence then them can't keep him" for a moment I was fooled into thinking that he understood that Tafari had good in him until his usual stinging words rolled from his lips.
"Me always a warn you but you stubborn like you muma"
"This bwoy anuh fi you"
"If ambition did sell a shop me buy some gi yuh"

I frowned
"Here we go again!"
"Uncs this is not the time"
"Mi love you but certain decisions me affi make without you"
" People change for the better"
"Nuff pastor was a gunman before a God-man"
"6 a one, half dozen a the same thing"

I forced myself up from the floor and walked to my bedroom. I didn't need this right now. I needed to figure out how to help this man so I went down on my knees and did something that I haven't done in a while. I prayed. I begged God to protect him where ever he was. You see, they say when you love a man the best thing you can do for him is to pray for him and so I poured out every ounce of sincerity from my heart to the big man above that is said to be the creator of all things good and bad.

I know I love Tafari but God is said to love him more. If I can want so much good for him then imagine the life God has planned for him. His word said "For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and to give you a good life"

I bowed my head and mumbled a few words before falling on top of my bed.
"God please turn this around for good"
"Member eno you say all things come together for the good of them that love you"
"Me nuh perfect but you know me love you"

It wasn't long before I fell asleep. Between worrying about Tafari and having to hear I told you so from the people closest to me, I was exhausted. I felt myself drifting off into sleep land and then suddenly a tap on my window woke me. I sprung up and rush to the window. I peered through my window and couldn't believe who I saw. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again to ensure that I wasn't dreaming.