Tuesday, 16 June 2009

Life's Battles, Beauty and Bravery

On Friday morning at about two in the morning, my boy was robbed a gunpoint by men who were boys. Probably no older than 17. They were jumpy, more afraid of him than he was of them.

I called the stolen phone about an hour after it happened; the person who answered and I spoke for over 20 minutes. I wasn't the least bit intimidated, I was angry and apparently so stern in my lecturing that the thief, who identified himself as Keston, thought I was my boy's mother, he kept calling me "ma'am".

Now, I will admit we had a good laugh about that. My mother, a Guidance Officer who sees all the ills youth like Keston face, in particular found it very amusing. One has to cherish the ability to laugh after facing possible death. I cherish that in him. The strength to adapt, to not remain flawed by what life shoves at you.

What I regret is the young life that's going to waste, the child who's carrying a gun and pulling on aggression like a dark cloak in the wee hours of the morning. His aggression protects him from being prey; that much was clear from our conversation.

I could go into details but they aren't important. All I can say is that I am unbelievably thankful that he's alive.

I began this the day after (Sunday) while we vegetated at my house during the day and finished it later while we compared notes via text on the NBA Finals. I'm not sure who she is but I dig her peace. I want her peace to meet you.


Gray said...

Wow, I am so glad to hear he is okay! I've been in that position, carjacked at gunpoint a few years ago. Its damn scary.

Thank you so much for your comment on my blog.

I do love your art work. Your images capture something so simple and pure.

Anonymous said...

I'm really glad to read that your bf didn't get shot! Poor kid--he needs to get his priorities straight (the 17 yr old, not your bf). . .

I can't say I've ever been in that position because I live in a little place I like to call Brooklyn Heights, which is a suburb off of Cleveland. It's like Mayberry until you walk down the street and hit Cleveland. . . then you just have to hope and prey your car doesn't get stolen while you're in the store.

Retromus-ik said...

That's intense. I'm glad your boy is alright. It is sad to see someone so young messing up his life; it would be sad to see anyone of any age mess up his/her life. But youth just screams opportunity/endless possibilities/future; it's sad to see that go to waste.

~EssenseVibez~ said...

hey bri------gurl, i am so lovin' your work--thats why i STILL have you as my feature artist on my blog--thankx for stopping by and leavin' a sistah some luv--keep it real lil' sistah'--luv ya!--remain blessed!!

~EssenseVibez~ said...

and i WILL keep you and your bf in prayer--the devil is always busy in this world---but with God's grace and nercy, he'll bring us through--peace!

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Ken Mac said...

wow. what a tale! Hope your son is okay. Really like your artwork.

Passion Fruit said...

Ya'll are awesome.

Thanks so much for the support and the prayers Essense. Things can be so awful in this sweet land of mine. It's disheartening but one has to keep living I suppose.

also::: "My Boy" is my significant other...not my son! :]

Take care people!

Anonymous said...

OMG, how beautiful is this! what a pleasure it has been to stumble upon your blog.