Post Office Run
As I was going to the Post Office to mail a Christmas Gift a young man approached me.
He said please can you buy some food for my Children and I.
I asked what he wanted to eat, he said Popeyes.
The closest Popeyes was ten city blocks away.
He is riding his bike; I am walking.
I am from Louisiana and that is where it started
Where From, Where To
Well I moved here 4 years ago
His African Friend
He started telling me about his African Friend.
He furthered caught with a gun, the Americans get to stay, his friend, the African, gets deported.
Though deported, he keeps coming back.
The first time he was caught, he gave the system 2 years.
The second time, he gave 5 years.
The third time, he gave 7 years.
And, he still making plans to come back.
All the Accents
He went through accents like it was jamboree.
Chinese, yes I can do it.
Jamaica, nothing to it.
Africa here we go!
Picking Up Something From Each One
As we reached that last crossing, I asked him how he is able to do so many accents.
He said, he just is.
Everyone he is around, he picks up something from them.
If he is around me long enough, he will pick up something from me, as well.
Blood for Land
He brought up how people are being killed for buying land.
Yes, observers let them buy the land.
Lay in wait.
Later come back and take their lives.
What Color is God?
He asked me what Color is God?
I said I don’t know
For real though?
I said I don’t even think about it.
God is Spirit
I already know God is Spirit.
And, that I can not have a private conversation with my friend.
Have a different one in the public.
And, another one with God in our alone time.
When you have a personal relationship with a Holy God you don’t own him, you don’t loan him.
Girls who like Girls
On TV, he saw this girl talk about how she will be murdered if she get caught loving another girl.
The family pack goes for 14 to 15 dollars.
He knows the prices.
But, here I am thinking
How you going to feed a family on chicken alone
Asked him to throw in the sides.
The meal comes with two large sides.
Asked him to throw in extra sides.
He opted for Apple Pies.
He was sure to give me space to enter my ATM Pin.
Made sure they are going to call his name.
He showed me the girl behind the counter
His lady crush
The “Rice and Beans” Mexican one
Earlier he had pointed out the Red Bone
He is Louisiana and so he knows his own
Something about Familiar Spirits
Here he go jousting with the cashier, the girl he will like to wife, and the manager
As a talker, the topic could have been anything.
This time it was around the exact pieces he will like in his chicken pack
He will have to wait 15 minutes
As he caught up in his jousting, I ducked
Grew up on the streets
Rode with Old Dudes daily making the chicken run
Some nights it was KFC
Most Nights it was IHOP
They stay open past midnight
And, they always have hot coffee
Keeping an Eye Out
A watch out
For the Chicken Head, especially on a rainy night
Dedicating to a Holy God
And, what he brought me through
Giving more than enough in terms of gifting to not get caught behind
Like you, I get tired of the asks
Especially when it is over little things
Things that will not make a difference in People’s Lives
But, then the Spirit of God says and asks to “Put it down”
And, step back and see you
How many years you lived within a Daily Provision
And, so here I forfeit the right to demur
How many years he walked that walk with me
His Spirit enduring places he did not want to go
Keeping silent, Keeping Hidden
In places he will rather not be seen
Ever the Listener
State your case
Make it Plain
Put it in Writing
So you can’t back out of it
Ever the Teacher
Taking his time
In little Conversations
Especially to the Heady, the Strong Willed
The ones against ( what he is trying to do, what he has to do )