"My ZimBoy"

Chapter 2 "Exiled" Javrail

I done came a long way from the boy I used to be. Walking across the stage to receive my H.S Diploma seemed like centuries ago. A lot has happened over the last eight years.

I lost my mother to lung cancer. I never had a chance to keep the other half of my promise to her.

She saw me walk across the stage and a week later my heart had shattered from her unexpected death. After three years of tears, memories and depression I decided to do what I thought was right. I married the woman of my dreams, Royal Mae Rogers. She was there for me the past eight years and every time I lost my way and tripped she was there to find my path and pick me up off my ass.

I'm doing a lot better these days. I still have the same friends except for the twins. After the pressure that Dana was putting on me Dev asked them both to leave. Dani didn't want to leave without Dev and gave him an ultimatum, either he goes with her or they both were through. I guess Dev was tired of being bossed around by her and playing the "Break-Up Make-Up" game every other week, so he threw up the deuces.

Dana swore up and down that I was afraid of pussy. For the last couple of weeks in high school she made it kind of hard for me but I managed to make it through and eventually she stopped the terrorization.

Today, I have made something of myself. After my mother died I no longer wished to be a football star like D.J Swearinger. My fire for anything athletic died when she did. Instead I went harder at the 'Zim For Boys' Charity. It was now one of the biggest charities in GA. It was spreading like wildfire and I am proud to say that I am the President of a prestigious charity firm called, "ZimBoy's".

Every time I think about what I've accomplished over the years it's like a surge of energy builds my confidence another notch and I go even harder for what I help build. The charity was so successful that the President himself came all the way from Washington D.C to give me a certificate and a handshake commending me on my success for helping troubled men.

My outlook on "ZimBoy's" is that too many of our species is throwing their lives away by dying, killing, robbing and all sorts of foul shit. Our black men in the society has fallen and it's happening more rapidly in the modern world because everyone wants to be thugs and gang bangers. 'ZimBoy's' creates a way out by providing hand built houses and well paying jobs for each individual.

It's nothing like Housing Authority, Section 8 or the Department of Labor. No, we get and give the help any racial preference needs and provide stability until each party is successfully withdrawn from their downward spiral and rebellious ways. I will continue to do what I can, even if no one else will.

"What's up Zimboy? You aight?"

Riginal patted my shoulder and woke me up from my daydreaming.

"Yeah, yeah...just thinking about how far we came. I mean... you ever sit back and think about what life really has to offer and how many people Blacks, Whites, Hispanics, Mexicans...what all of us truly misses out on by doing nothing to get to where we know we want to be in life?"

I placed my hands in my suit pants pockets and walked to the oversize window in my Presidential office.

"Well Zimboy my mind runs as deep as yours but do you want to hear my complete honesty?"

Riginal sat a stack of vanilla colored folders on my desk and took a seat,

"Well Zimboy I don't think about Whites, Hispanics or Mexicans. I think about Blacks and the many years of hard struggles that we've endured. There's always one rich white person willing to throw money away for his race and that goes for every other ethnicity. But when a black man gets rich, that's it. He doesn't spread the love and I respect that because it took him a long time to get it and he deserves to shower himself."