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Kenny Jackson - Sunday, December 22
I've been on the plane for 7 hours already and there are only 4 short hours left before we land.
During these 7 hours, I had time to work, sleep, watch two movies and draw a little.
I looked at the last shots that the photographers had taken, and I went back to sleep.
After finishing an exciting book about a bloody murder written by Agatha Christie, I dig a little in my bag and I come across the tarot that Catherine had offered me the last session.
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"Let's say I was doing my usual shopping, and I thought of you when I came across it"" she had told me when she gave it to me.
"To know the meaning of the cards, there is a notebook that accompanies the tarot" She had later shown me how to place and read the cards.
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The Indian tarot, he wrote there.
I open the box and start reading the small manual that accompanies the cards.
I shuffle the cards and draw a first one.
Brahma.
I am looking for the meaning, at the level of love, this card symbolizes a new meeting, seduction, a desire to please and promising exchanges offering a perspective of the future.
If only it were true...
At the work level, it symbolizes a new job offer, a meeting with people occupying advantageous places.
Interesting...
So I decide to draw three more cards.
I come across the little drum, the cosmos, the Yoni and the ancestor.
The little drum intrigues me a lot, because it represents the return of the loved one.
You must be joking, bro. I hope not, all my exes were horrible.
This card refers to the past to a person, to memories...
The cosmos, for its part, symbolizes birth, motherhood, the realization of desires.
Everything that is unlikely to happen.
The yoni indicates that a woman would have a decisive role in my love relationship - non-existent it must be remembered - she has sensuality as her energy.
Damn, I hope it's true...
So she marries the forms of desire, tender feasts, embraces and a deep affection.
It's all cute, but the world is mean and I'm single, guys.
After this card which does not speak to me at all, I decide to listen to some music.
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Kenny Jackson - Monday, December 23rd
I landed in Abidjan around 3 o'clock in the morning.
It is my little brother Yannick and my little sister, Juliana who receive me at the exit.
"Akwaba, my brother," Yannick said, taking me in his arms.
"Tchié it's been a long time, ehhh what is this?"I inspect his face.
"Mom really lets you walk around with this horror."
"That's what I told him, he looks like dad with that ugly beard."Said the sister, shaking her head.
"Ahi, what problem do you even have, let me be. And yes, mom told me that I was handsome like grandpa, so ... "
" Well she lied to you, man. You look ugly as hell." he then, rolls his eyes.
" Anyway , let's go."
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Arriving at the house, Yannick drops off my belongings in my old room. It's been a really long time since I've seen her again, maybe 12 or 13 years.
When I came back to Côte D'Ivoire, I never slept at my mother's house - a matter of pride and principle - usually a friend hosted me, or in other cases I made sure not to stay long to spend a few days at the hotel.
"Well, I'll see you later. "He closes the door again.
It's as if time had stood still, my belongings hadn't moved, my posters were still hanging on the walls, the rest of the clothes I hadn't brought with me were still in the same place.
Wow...
It was very strange and quite unusual from my mother.
I open one of the closets and I dig at the bottom, I find a small box. I hadn't seen her anymore, I had missed it so much.
I open the box and take out the watch, it was intact, still on time with no dust or cracks. Beautiful as before.
I head to the bed and lie down with the watch in the palm of my hand.
I hold it tight to my heart and I close my eyes, I take a deep breath.
It is at that moment that I feel a wave of energy, a wave of happiness that moves throughout my body, a feeling and an experience that I had not experienced for more than a decade.
I then, fall asleep peacefully.
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Christian Aldini - Tuesday, December 24th
This morning, when I woke up, I felt strangely happy. Not like usual, and I'm really happy. Like when I used to wake up next to him.
Errol arrived last night with some of my friends. When I pass by his room, I witness a disturbing discussion to say the least.
"They are not well I tell you, they spend their time arguing. Emma is no longer on the verge of a nervous breakdown, she has to manage her exams, tensions and nightmares."Said Angel.
"You're exaggerating, Heskel told him if it wasn't okay."answers her husband.
"But you're not listening to me, since I'm telling you that it's not okay. Thomas is yet again doing his stupid and dangerous experiences and jeopardizing our safety, because he thinks that his father is among us again."Angel shouts at him, I'm about to go to the kitchen, but I hear a sniff.
"Oh don't cry, I beg you..."Adam comforts him.
"I didn't mean to say that about Thomas, but they're putting us all in danger and you know..." I almost can't hear him anymore.
"What, what is it?"
"The family is growing...."I hear a cry of joy and I finally decide to walk away from the door.
I'm trying to come to my senses, and I'm heading to the kitchen. Before entering the room, I feel an invisible force attract me to my room.
I prefer not to pay attention to it.
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A few hours later, all the guests had arrived.
We are all sitting around the dining table. Rosa, Emma, Angel, her daughters and I had spent the day cooking for the last dishes of New Year's Eve.
There are quite a few of us as every Christmas, some of our family members and many friends from all over the world had come to Madrid to have a wonderful time.
Even Thomas seems to be having fun with his friends.
I retire for a few moments to my room, when I feel like something is pulling me to my safe.
As a precaution, I lock my door, and then I open the safe.
The small box in it emits light signals, which is strange...
It's been so long, the last time I saw him shine like this it was...
Like a click, I hurriedly open the box and take out the tiny fragment of blue stone.
Its color and energy radiate throughout the room. I feel a wave of joy wash over me and tears flow down my cheeks.
"I'm here my love" I whisper, hugging the stone to my heart.
"I will find you I promise, faiza."
I hear someone at your door.
"Chris, Antonia asks where the plastic glasses are, Kalia almost broke a glass."I recognize Stéphane's voice.
I hurry to put the Stone back in its box and I close it.
"You can tell Antonia that they are in the hallway closet and call Angel and his husband. I need to talk to them."I ask him before closing the door.
A few minutes later, I hear knocking.
"What's going on?"Angel asks me worriedly.
Instead of answering them, I take the stone fragment out of the box.
"H-how?!"Adam Asks.
"I don't know, when we were at the table I felt an energy that attracted me..."
"That means your son was right, he's here somewhere"
"It's crazy it hasn't shone like this for a long time. "
"What are you going to do? "
"Honestly, I don't know..."
"I think you should do as he did, signal yourself and let time do."
"You're right, I think it's better."
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Kenny Jackson - Tuesday, December 24th
My mother had organized a Christmas party, worthy of a fairy-tale wedding.
She had even bought enough fake snow to make it look like a real European Christmas.
It's really nonsense, the room is simply gigantic, the dishes, of course, are made by cooks and the decorations were certainly not bought in a china mall store.
Finally what I want to say is that as usual she spent a fortune on a party that will not bring her anything.
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I'm sitting at my table and checking my latest messages.
"Ahh, my boy, I present to you a friend, Véronique, Catherine's daughter, do you remember her ?"I close my eyes to come to my senses, and show them one of my most beautiful smiles.
"Yes, of course. How are you? "I give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Well and you, I heard that your project is finally working. "I'm trying to keep my wits about me and keep the conversation going.
"Mom told you about it from what I see.."I tell her with an extremely forced smile.
"Yes, my mother told me that it took you about 4 years to get this agreement.."She says it with a slight laugh.
I put my hands in my pockets and look her straight in the eye.
"Well listen Véronique, I don't know why you came to talk to me, it's been like 6 years? Yes, 6 years since we've seen each other and honestly, if your only intention was to make fun of me I don't see the point, I'll have a drink."I get up from my seat and leave toward the buffet.
"So how did it go? " Mother asks at the buffet.
"I think I'm going to leave. "I tell her.
"Oh no no no, it's out of the question, we all have to go to church in barely half an hour. You stay to make a good impression, it's been too long since friends have seen you what would he say if you left now. "She whispers aggressively, grabbing the arm.
"You've already shamed your father, your siblings and me, so you could do this for us, huh? "She clutches my arm.
"First of all, he's not my father and if my life and career choices really bother you so much mom, I don't understand why you asked me to come..."
"Look, I just want you to come pray with us, then you can leave and do whatever you I don't give a damn, okay? "She says in a cold tone, burying her sharp nails in my arm.
"Yes, ma'am..."I say, lowering my eyes.
"Good, now go talk to some of those motherfuckers to get some more work, we both know that without me and these people, you are nothing."she smiles at me and adjusts my tie.
"Fuck." I mutter, watching her leaving.
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TChié : more like "Damn" but commonly used in Côte D'Ivoire
Ahí : it's like "the fuck?" and also used in Côte D'Ivoire.
Faiza: it's a word used in Hislenie (a country I invented), to say "Honey" or "darling" something like that.
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