Quantum stirs from her slumber wrapped in white silk fur. She adjusts her eyes to find the blue Fairy standing above her, silhouetted in the glow of new morning’s sun shafting through the openings of her tent walls.
“Your time shall come,” the Fairy continues in whispered spell. “Outside of birth and death I invoke all that is to be, sweet Quantum; and the Gods of yore and those that will come anew will hear and heed thy battle cry.”
Fairy reaches down and caresses Quantum’s raven hair as the young princess closes her eyes and lays her head back to sleep. A feather from her right wing falls to the floor next to Quantum’s head as the Fairy spreads her wings to take flight…
She emerged over the crest of the promontory laid in heather that veiled meadow and moorland, wearing her bare-shouldered white tattered embroidered dress and bare feet pained by thorn and thistle and bramble. In her left hand she carried the battalion’s standard and arm and seal.
Behind her rose a hundred men with fierce eyes bearing muskets and bayonets jabbing the morning mist, awash with clank and din, and thirsty for the blood-filled chalice. Their random cadence rumbled, craving ransom from cradle to grave, assembled by grace…
“Halt!” she raised her right hand to signal the men. “Why have you not answered me?” she demanded of the Fairy before her.
The blue feathered Fairy stood — nay, hovered, with wings spread wide, glistening in the morning’s hazy light. She had no answer to give.
“Fairy, what of Ruth? Why have you no account nor recount, nor have you any trace of the import of David?”
The Fairy looked into her eyes, silently.
“Speak Fairy, have you not traced the story of Ruth from the breast of Hecate and its mystery?”
“Then, so it shall pass.”
And with that declaration Quantum once more raised her right hand and this time turned her men around to vail to valley and river for tomorrow’s ambition anew.
You are absolutely magnificent in every aspect a human being can be, someone that is an excellent friend and a fantastic lover, someone that is trustworthy and honest, attractive and absolutely gorgeous, with beauty that radiates like the moon.
Dear Makeba you are a person that is unselfish and understanding, someone that may get lost in the darkness, but only long enough to bring in the light, someone that has the ability to soothe and calm a person in distress, someone that deserves everything she desires without second thoughts, you deserve the best of the best and nothing less.
You are a unique and incredibly special, someone that cannot be found anywhere else and no one can mimic.”
“Ooohe” Makeba ma qué bella, Can i get a ” oohe ”
Makeba, Makes my body dance for you,
I want to hear your breath just next to my soul,
I want to feel oppress without any rest,
I want to see you sing, i want to seeyou fight,
Because you are the real beauty of human right,
Nobody can beat the Mama Africa,
You follow the beat that she’s going to give you,
Only her smile can all make it go,
The sufferation of a thousand more,
I stand on the precipice of catastrophe and miracle, embracing truth and lie, naked and WITHOUT flesh. A singular question sears my chimera: will I sacrifice myself, unconditionally, passionately, and compromise, in the name of all of the Gods, to dive through the ocean in your eyes into the vast emptiness inside you, and search for YOU?
And so I abandon myself to the will of all that is, as I manifest that very will itself.