"Dr Fibbs does not seem to have any formal position in any communications company or organization, yet we have reason to believe that he is running the show. Furthermore, we suspect his aim is to destroy the mind and imagination of Black folks everywhere. Its a new type of genocide." Alice shuddered as she continued, "Dr. Fibbs wants to destroy us from the inside out!"
"How can I help? When can I learn to stick fight? I'd love to know how to leap in the air like Reena did --that was out of this world! Supernatural!" Kora wanted to move.
Shana became very still. "Kora, can I talk to you privately?"
They went out into the frosty air outside. The neighborhood was turning into a winter wonderland. In the distance, a snowball play fight was underway. There was hardly any traffic in the streets and on the sidewalk, the trees stood tall displaying their new coat of snow for all to behold.
"I just wanted to tell you that it won't be as easy for you as it was for Reena" Shana began.
"How come? B- because of my past?" Kora barely whispered.
"Society has taught us that the reasons we have for being moral, chaste, whatever you want to call it, is only because its socially acceptable. That in and of itself is not enough of a reason. But there is a true reason for all that..."
"That purity keeps us in a direct communication with the universe in its purest state. We get clear messages. A child born from a holy union can potentially run so fast that a blade of grass is not pressed down by his feet. He is practically flying. The more holiness, the more radical the feat" Shana proceeded slowly.
Kora began tuning Shana out. How many times has she heard this message in so many different ways. She was damaged good. Not good enough. She looked away.
"But that's not the end of the story" Shana continued. Kora looked back. "you have gifts of your own..." Jumping In!
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