WARRIORS DO CRY. [THE TRAVELER RETURNS]
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One thousand three hundred and twelve years. That how long I have watched societies rise and fail. Knowledge fall victim to the folly of man.
I was born in Africa in a village in what is now Nigeria. I was foretold of.
My birth that is.
The visiter came in the night to my father and they spoke into the dawn. The lessons that he gave to my father my father gave to me. I was told where to seek others like me yet I did not have to. I knew of them as soon as I was born.
We are few.
When I pass people on the street they tend to overlook me in some instances and the ones who do see me react in many ways.
Some of them invite me to their bar-b-q's and some to their churches.
The bar-b-q- is cool.
The church is a matter that we will discuss later.
I have seen things that make the blood run cold...drive weaker men insane.
I cannot love.
I do not mean that I do not have the capacity to love its just that I outlive those who I love.
One thousand three hundred and twelve years of loss.
I find comfort in the earth...the beauty of it.
I have walked across Africa...Australia...Eur-Asia...south, north, and central America.
When you have as much time on your hands as I do its easy to do.
The reason that I am talking to you like this is because you have unlocked a part of me that I wish would die.
A part of me that I thought that I could control.
Foolish of me to think this because as soon as I saw you my heart sang in thirteen languages
I have outlived my children...my grandchildren.
I am constantly on the move.
Never one place to long.
32 is hard to hide when you are suppossed to be 65.
Why do you plague me so???
What is it that makes me have to do this thing.
DAMN THIS DNA THAT MAKES ME THUS!
Do not be afraid of what I reveal to you empress for I would give my life for you.
If I could.
I felt the moment of your conception as I lay on a beach in Jamaica...a thousand miles away.
I traveled to the deepest jungles of South America to escape your lure... your pull.
Still you called to me across the air that I inhaled.
In the mountains of Tibet I dreamed of you singing songs of love as you blossomed.
You remind me of the sun as it kisses the snow capped peaks of Mount Killamanjaro in Tanzania.
May I touch you hand?
Of course I can.
Ahh you feel it as well...your heart...your mind.
I have toldyou parts of my tale...laid my soul bare...tears that rain into an ocean of life.
The billions that have lived and died.
I will see you die...I will see our babies die...and still I will live.
Haunted by memories of you.
Yet I will love you for a thousand years more if this planet survives.
I will take memories of you to the stars...into futures beyond your imagination.
I will see our seed grow into nations...I will trace them across campaigns of war..struggle and strife...adulation and joy.
On cold nights 500 years away I will cry as I remember you and another woman will ask me about the tears that fall down my cheeks and I will talk of you.
I will teach you my name in a thousand tounges...listen to you cry them out as we make love...as I pour my seed into your womb.
We will see sunsets in distant lands...kiss on the same mountains where I have stood with kings.
Walk in the footprints of prophets.
You knew that my tale was true as soon as you touched my hand...You have dreamed of me as I dreamed of you.
Awakened with my name on your lips.
I never wanted to love again yet here I stand looking into your eyes.
I need your love.
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