Prince N'Jobu Udaku is the second son in line for the throne of Wakanda. While his older brother T'Chaka struggles to run a nation and raise his son T'Challa as a recent widow, N'Jobu struggles to find a way to return to the woman who will become th...
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"This world is still afloat No, not in Noah's boat We've only lost the vision Of the stars we're meant to be
Another broken heart Another lesson learnt Another harvest eaten Another night is gone A new day's begun Even your dreams they can be real"
Zero 7—"This World"
Califia watched her son write furiously in his journal.
Erik spent time sitting at their kitchen table most evenings writing and sketching just like his father. He was excited and antsy and she hadn't seen her son this happy in weeks. Sitting across from N'Jobu, Erik seemed to be in a world of his own.
When N'Jobu sat Erik down to give him just a tiny bit of their future plans, their son beamed with satisfaction. They both had no idea that the boy was unhappy with Oakland and his life there. Every day Black life wore Erik down, and instead of dealing with a child sad about leaving behind friends and family, Erik was eager to go far away. N'Jobu didn't tell Erik the possible troubles that awaited them. That would come in time. He was only told that they would be moving out of the country in a year and that he should not talk about it with anyone, not even close family.
Califia wanted to reveal their plans to her father and grandmother when they were closer to leaving. Nana Jean's health was a consideration for travel, and Califia had to prepare herself for the reality that she would possibly have to leave her and Dante behind if Nana was not up to the drastic change.
Erik was watching her.
Califia caught Erik's eye at the table as his busy hand paused in mid-scribble.
"Erik?" she asked.
N'Jobu stopped writing and stared at their son too.
