"Enough!" Natalija aims the gun at me. Way to get the heat off your back. "Nattie!"
"What are you doing?" she steadies it. "Hadi is a witch. She's part of the Niners. The girl was already in motion sense birth!"
"What does that mean?" I'm so tired of asking what. "Witches come from pain. Vampires come from anger, and imps are greedy!" Cathleen states. "You damn near turned her into an imp!"
"Wyleisha--" Marama spits to the side. "Sorry. Mokiri was born in pain. Hadi could barely take care of her. We were supposed to cure the baby."
"Cure?" Bitch. "Do y'all know the definition of cure?"
Cathleen rolls her eyes… and they get stuck like that. She beats herself in the head. What… "What are you?"
"I said enough!" I heard the blast go off and I dropped to the floor. "I'm allergic to the letter W!"
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Ok. The definition of curate is to like… collect a certain thing that matches something. Like people in a band and the lead needs to curate trumpet players. The other definition follows religion.
What is a clergy again? I don't have my phone.
I can't believe I'm up here. I'm really on the bridge of life. Now, if my soul contains any information. The Bridge in Locucts is like the Barzakh in Islamic religion. I'm so happy all my school knowledge came with me.
Ain't nothing wrong with suicide. That's just tactics.
Now where am I in this bright light? It's cold which is odd since I'm a ball of light and possibly gas. What class teaches you about the soul again--LORD! Don't let me start forgetting now.
Where am I?
Oh, now I see grass. The Bridge has different colored grass. I think it means something if show up with a different color. Looks like I got purple.
The grass is tall, it even has roads in it. I feel like Alice in Wonderland. The Obayifo is a ball of light but I used to be a werewolf.
Maybe because I used to have an animal, I don't have a soul or… no. I have a soul or else I wouldn't be up here.
"Let's try going left…" I head left through the tall grass and pass a scarecrow. "Ugh…" Voodoo or is that an effigy? "Don't move!"
"I do what the fuck I like. Nobody told you to talk to me!" it replies. "Bye." I apologize. I leave the scarecrow alone and don't ask anything else.
Another intersection. Right or left? I went left and got here, let's try right this time.
This path is long, it seems infinite. The grass is still looming over me, the ground is like this tone of light blue. It's looks like concrete.
I actually like Locucts. It's based on memories so everybody has a say. But it makes you question what somebody had been through.
Like, I knew this girl back in school and she was African. Her family wasn't very wealthy but her mother got them clothes. Her father wasn't much.
She had an--I remember this story because it was… like it made you say damn!--Her dad was sleeping with the neighbor's daughter and she was 17.
But they eventually married.
I forgot the girl's name I went to school with but she told me that the girl her dad slept with calls her sister.
I'm so talkative despite not having anybody to talk to.
"You used to be on drugs…"
"Yeah but like… I didn't do it--" what was that? I turn around and soul shrinks. "Hello Wallie… I'm sorry. Mokiri."
"WHAT IS YOU!" I yell looking at this giant fucking wolf. "Anubis." he blinks. "Do you know where you are?"
"The pet cemetery?" That wasn't even a joke. "No." says Anubis. "I put all the creatures to sleep. I think they worked their souls long enough. Especially yours."
"I'm lost… I'm sorry."
"It's fine. Literally the blackest man in the grave is."
Ha-Ha. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"You are on drugs…" this dog scoffs at me. "I--I wasn't like addicted, really. I was just--"
"Depressed? Stupid? Bipolar? Anxious? Lonely?--"
"Something!" I cut him off. "I had steroids."
"And lean and sniffles."
"Sniffles?"
"I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm so tired of black folk being black folk." he groans and walks in front of me. "You have to get to them early and forgive me. I'm tired as shit!" he stops and looks back. "Your mother was training you. Now I gotta take care of it."
"Training me?" What is all this rude stuff about my mom. I literally do not know this woman. "Come along Mokiri. So we can find you a body."
"Excuse me… Anubis?" I follow. "But… I would like to--"
"You better not…"
I freeze. He glares at me, "You better not say you wanna stay up here!"
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"Mokiri!"
"I mean the weather is like Chicago and I was born in California but… it's whatever."
"What?"
"Its… nevermind."
There is silent between us. "I have to get you on your feet." he says.
"I guess you can play with me…"
"Your sense of humor is to die for…" this dog just rolled his eyes at me. "Mokiri, you may not get your body back…"
"I would like to have my big ass titties…"
"You and multiple women." I'm sad. "Mokiri I cannot put you back on the floor until you accept yourself."
"I'm six feet five, fat werewolf."
"You are a witch, bitch." he says. "Follow…"
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This section of the Bridge is connected to another but this is Zeleelgud. I floated over a platform that lead to a large dome. "This is Mulierum Sarcina." informers Anubis. "Or the Hall of Bitches."
"Are you serious?"
He laughs. "Yes!"
If I had my jaw it would falling. "I know you joking…" I giggle. "No!" he shakes his head with his mouth open.
The Dome is this white building with wings behind it. As we get closer, the wings shift and a head lifts over the dome. I make a sharp U-turn.
"Mokiri!" Anubis yells at me. "This is Crandomna."
"Cranberries?"
"No!" Anubis fetches me, grabbing my soul with his jaws. "Crandomna is a devil thing!"
"Huh?" I fly out his mouth and look at the devil. It is a large white lady in a full white gown. Her face is like silver and her eyes are empty. Crandomna's lips have white paint dripping off them while her nails are black. Her hair keeps changing from long, to a ponytail, and twin braids.
"Jeg kan ikke…"
"She talks!?"
"Crandomna is a devil thing." he looks at her. "Better yet this half of Gail."
"Gail Cooley?"
"This is the better." he tells me. "Go in the dome."
"What did she say?"
"She can't." he translates. Crandomna's hands wave over the dome, "Jeg skulle aldri ha sluppet henne inn."
"What language--"
"Norwegian. This is Davea's doing."
"Davea?"