Dear Child of mine, seed of my loins, pride of my youth. I have walked this earth learning at the feet of those who have gone before me, and learning a few things for myself. I will try and share them with you in the way my ancestors before me did, in the only way I know how: as stories and lore. In my sojourn, these have educated me and guided me, but best of all, they have helped teach me the histories of my people.
I only hope that I am able to do the same for you.
1: For the sake of Love
The story is told of two young people who met and fell in love.
They had worked at the same company for four years, and never once did their paths cross. Then he got moved to another section within the department where he randomly ran into her. She had him at “hello” and, try as he did, he could not hide it. For someone used to being in control, he became a fumbling bumbling wreck. He caught a bad case of ‘butter fingers’ -dropping things for no obvious reason – which got compounded when he suddenly grew two left feet. His natural swag and sure footedness went AWOL as he almost crushed her toes, repeatedly stepping on them in the confined space that was the office.
Being between relationships at the time, and having sworn off love, he knew it would take all of his resolve not to make a fool of himself.
She initially played coy as was expected, but surrendered to love eventually. Their colleagues worried for her as he had a reputation with the ladies – just a reputation. Over time however, people came to accept they were doing this. She was drop dead gorgeous, with the carriage and grace of a beauty queen. A body to die for and legs that went on for miles and miles. Articulate, intelligent, with a dress sense worthy of her looks. She, however, was lacking in street smarts, and that was where he came in.
He had enough street creds for both of them – and any offspring they would produce. He was not crazy about fashion, but when he set his mind to it, carried anything he wore very well. His bearing was almost military, though he attended public schools all his life. He spoke well too. In fact, he was amply blessed with one outstanding gift – he had a way with words. Not much of a looker, but not the sort to give you nightmares, or bring on a convulsive fit in babies.
They looked good together, were crazy about each other, and did not care who knew it.
Did I mention that they were both strong willed? Where she knows what she wants and would go for it; pushy as they come, and hell bent on having things her way, he was laid back. Not quick to reach a decision, but when he did reach one, would stick to his gun like it was the Wild Wild West. In one word, he was noPushOver.
He always teased her about pre-determining how her life would go, and how situations would play out without considering the dynamics of life, or the angles that go with dealing with another human being. She accused him of being jovial and talkative, until it came to answering a serious question. Then his face would set like flint, and he would go quiet and become another person altogether. This, she claimed, frightened her.
But like all humans, he had his Achilles’ heel, and not unlike most men, love was his. His love for her was his Kryptonite.