Say No More

CHAPTER SIX - A FREE CAR

Chapter 6-A free car

~Denzel*~
The smell of travel was not yet out of me despite the thirty showers I had taken already. Should I mention the heat on this part of the continent?…you have to give it to them though, I mean the Africans , some don’t even care whether it's hot or not because you'll find them in suits and ties from dawn till dusk but hey no judgement whatsoever, it is their world who am I to start explaining to them that the cells on the skin rot due to excessive sweating and that bodies conditioned to weather as harsh as theirs should be subjected to regular baths and –don’t get me wrong but- my medical advice would be for them to keep as uncovered as possible, NAKED.
My thoughts are rudely interrupted by Mrs. Mendy, yes my mom barged into my room, unexpectedly of course but nevertheless unwisely since I was dressing and I'm literally the biggest fan of privacy in all annals of mankind.
“MOOOOM!! You are the one who says to knock before opening doors in life…… I could have been NAKED for crying out loud.” I said to her. The actual reason for doing that was to prevent her from noticing the mess I had made on my bed while unpacking.
Okay not that she wouldn’t notice it since for one, nothing escapes this astute woman, and two because it was such a big mess, my hope was that the Oscar-worthy of an act I had pulled off would shift her focus from that,at least a little. Just a tiny bit. And that it did.
Well for a moment it did.
“Easy child, nothing I haven’t seen before, we are headed out for dinner be ready in fifteen, and by that I mean clean up this room, you are such a mess.”
“Can I pass, I don’t feel like I’m rested enough to start absorbing this entirely new environment.” I did not want to go anywhere due to my own insecurities which most people weren’t old enough to understand.
Going out would mean I break my ethics and codes in life. I remember in grade school I had planned not to engage in any activity that would result to me getting marks on my body, scars, like those on Jefferson Jones the kid who lived a few blocks from our house. He played soccer. Of course I was being too sanguine then since I could not resist riding the bike I had earned myself for good grades, and that explains the lousy ugly not to mention irritating cicatrix on my left arm.
“No you can’t because we are joining the Andersons and a few more friends. So if their youngest racist son can make it there, why can’t my strong, charming, brave Denzel show up? He’s not scared of anything is he?” She asked rhetorically and with a warm smile she walked out leaving my door unlocked. That’s typically my mom. She mentioned Jake to be racist, I reckon she borrowed that from the little stunt he pulled off at the airport on arrival. Seriously does anything ever escape her?

~Evans~
It’s day two down here and it feels like an eternity. I miss GRACE . I REALLY FUCKING DO.
If I was back home we would have even gone camping, or the usual spot for ice cream, but no I had to tag along in this awkward or rather weird family excursion, that was turning to the worst since Africa isn't really as they say it is. It's overly advertised especially by the travel channels. My government surely deserves to reprimand the folks in charge of them. But back to this place and the dinner that awaits.