Cry of Beauty

Subtitle

SeSo the Prophet

 

SESO THE PROPHET

                            By

 Hzal Anubewei Fudge

 

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published by: The Heb Press

                       p o box 217

                                Stone Mountain, Ga 30086

Revelation of Cry of Beauty, Cry of The Fathers received August 1975

Copyright @-TXu827-144

Copyright:@ -TXu827-144  1998

  revelations received between 1975-2010 copyright@2010 pending

 

 

 

 

    .... they have come upon you one hand behind their back

             holding promises, the other hand searching the depths of

             your pockets. it is no wonder the children reject it. the

             sound of an empty calling in the darkness of nite....

 

 

            ....the only rent HaHiYa asks is love.....

 

 

 

 

 

                 TRUE TO THE GAME

 

A

half moon watched them as they made the fifteen minute trip from downtown Cleveland to eighty third street. Seso and Octavia waved goodbye to their talkative friend Joe. The big rig jerked once and trundled off. Seso went to the front door and used one of the three keys Belle had given him. Octavia could see the anxious look on his face as they entered the dark hall. Moonbeams reflected off the glass door onto the floor. The smell of old flowers filled their noses as they entered the house.

“ She said the kitchen was down the hall on the right ”, Seso’s voice came back to Octavia standing at the door. “ I found the switch,” he said as the lights came on. Seso motioned to her to come forward. He turned the corner into the kitchen. Octavia entered the kitchen seconds later. Neither of them had made any attempt to take notice of the contents of the house. The rose colored walls of the hall or the deep purple of the kitchen. Seso had the second key in his hand as he opened a door in the kitchen beside the refrigerator that led downstairs to the basement. He counted out loud, “ one, two, three”  and stepped on to the landing, a side door on his left and more steps leading to the basement. Octavia stood at the top step looking down.

 

Seso removed a screwdriver from his pocket and began removing the face plate of the third step. After a couple of minutes it gave way. He paused momentarily then reached his hand in and removed the contents.

Seso

carefully unwrapped the brown paper covering. Belle had told him exactly where to find it. Underneath the third step on the back stairs from the kitchen. Seso had thought of his mother often. Sometimes she would be talking to him in his dreams. Dreams so vivid he would awake and still feel her arms holding him and telling him  how much she loved him.

Arctarus

had left 314 letters in the brown bag for Seso. A small bottle of perfume that she wore had been placed inside along with a picture of her and his father Troop. They were standing underneath a pecan tree. The back of the picture said Georgia. A note attached to the brown bag said read letter # 314 first. The letter was written the day before he was born.

 

 

                                           GOLDEN MEMORIES

#314

Miriam

thinks I’m going to have you tomorrow. I know you’re a boy. I have already named you: Seso. I saw your spirit come in to me. Belle said can’t be sure about no boy but I’m carrying you high. A pretty good sign thinks Miriam. If you’re reading these letters then it means I’m not around. If you’re like your father then I know you’re a good person. I’ve put so much into to you. Each day I imagined you. Your mind. Your body. Your soul.  Belle thought it strange me burning incense everyday, especially frankincense and sandalwood but she helped me with my prayers. I massaged my body daily with oils and kept only the highest thought’s that I sent to you. I always thought of you as a holy child. That’s the reason I ran away from your uncle Dakk, the madman, your father’s brother. You have the sweetest aunt Virginia and other family that I wrote about in other letters. We managed to trace our family all the way back to Africa. Our ancestor was a woman from the Dogon tribe who was separated from the tribe because she was injured and found by a Mandingo warrior. They had several children one of whom was our ancestor Mufu Wasi. He was captured by slave traders and taken to Jamaica two hundred years ago. He escaped with other slaves but they went the wrong way and wound up in the Carolina’s. He managed somehow to  escape to Georgia along the coast and lived with Indians. With the help of the Indians he journeyed into Mexico and then down into South America. Everywhere he went he saw black people. He finally came back to the states around 1757 and settled in New York. Since that time our family tree is full of migrations, one after another. Our family is full of wanderers. We have never been a people that learned to be still.

When we haven’t been moving our feet then we have been searching with our minds.

Adventure seems tied to us like a shooting star. Journeying out of nowhere to only God knows where. Before coming here I spent two months in Alaska. Me and this big old red wolf that use to howl outside my window. The men in camp said he had my scent. One night I let out a howl so loud that wolf just sat there like the shadow of a silhouette. He cocked his head sideways like he couldn’t believe his ears.

Seso

when you read this I’m sending you all my love. God is watching you. Somewhere deep in myself I have this feeling that you are a special child.  I think that even if I was around I wouldn’t have you to myself.  Somehow I know you belong to the world. I have visions of special things. I think black people all over the world now  have a champion that will speak in a very special way. I see you married to the spirit of God and I hear words of righteousness come through your heart and slip out of your mouth into the world to make things right. And even if that is not true then maybe something that I’m saying here will reach down into your soul and pull you into Godliness.  It’s in you.  It’s been in our family for generations.  Seers, musicians, preachers, and others with vision.  My momma Tommia, said you talk about the spirit to make it come to earth and do something . Do something Seso. I don’t know what all has happened to you.  I don’t know if you having a good life or a crazy one.  I don’t know how badly you

may have been hurt or scarred but I do know that the grass been here ever since the world was.  No matter how much we walk on it, cut it or burn it, it’s always there.  Every spring it comes up green and pretty and if didn’t nobody bother it ain't no telling what it might become Black people the same way. Burn us, hang us, enslave us. Don’t seem to matter what people do to us we keep popping up every spring black and beautiful.  Who knows what we might become if we didn’t have folks meddling in our business.  I hope I’m making sense.  I carried you for nine months and I love you. Have a good life.  Do something that will make God smile.  Bless you. With all the love I know from me to you

Your mother Arctarus.

 

Octavia sat on the step just above Seso.  The words that Seso read touched her and she felt the tears in her eyes as they rolled down her cheeks.  

“Special” she said aloud looking down into the wet eyes of Seso. “Your mother was special.” Seso nodded in agreement. Each of them sat in silence as the word traveled up and down the stairs.

 

“ If my mother had lived how different would my life have been. I didn’t know her but she is more alive now than I ever thought possible. Remember that kid I told you about Little Red. He told me one time that God never got tired of having special people born in the world. Virginia used that word whenever she spoke of my mother, she said Arctarus was special...special..”

 

Seso knew that life has always had two faces. So his mother Arctarus came to him that night and brought him peace by showing him her face and holding his hands...

 

 

 

 

…...our story begins in the past, long ago in the inner city of Cleveland at Belle’s house, the place of Seso’s birth……

 

 

 

 

                                                               Ch 1 .

 

 

Tonite

the stars have quieted as the womb of Arctarus ruptures in the bed. Bloody hands receive the newborn flesh and bone. Then the child was gone his warmth only a feeling. Then she was in darkness again.

Quiet.

Crying.

Arctarus raised her head from the bed. I must have passed out she thought. Thank God their gone too. She felt weak. Where’s my baby? Where’s my son? Her mind was in a deep fog. She thought she was at the sea shore with them and then the darkness came. Why can’t she remember? “But she can’t talk about them,” it was like her grandmother had said, “no one would believe her or they would think her crazy or something.” I hear them coming again.

Two women entered the room in silence.

" A fine boy," the midwife said to Belle and then whispered, "but this lady here ain't doing so well."

Arctarus pretended to be asleep....

 

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                 TRUE TO THE GAME

 

A

half moon watched them as they made the fifteen minute trip from downtown Cleveland to eighty third street. Seso and Octavia waved goodbye to their talkative friend Joe. The big rig jerked once and trundled off. Seso went to the front door and used one of the three keys Belle had given him. Octavia could see the anxious look on his face as they entered the dark hall. Moonbeams reflected off the glass door onto the floor. The smell of old flowers filled their noses as they entered the house.

“ She said the kitchen was down the hall on the right ”, Seso’s voice came back to Octavia standing at the door. “ I found the switch,” he said as the lights came on. Seso motioned to her to come forward. He turned the corner into the kitchen. Octavia entered the kitchen seconds later. Neither of them had made any attempt to take notice of the contents of the house. The rose colored walls of the hall or the deep purple of the kitchen. Seso had the second key in his hand as he opened a door in the kitchen beside the refrigerator that led downstairs to the basement. He counted out loud, “ one, two, three”  and stepped on to the landing, a side door on his left and more steps leading to the basement. Octavia stood at the top step looking down.

 

Seso removed a screwdriver from his pocket and began removing the face plate of the third step. After a couple of minutes it gave way. He paused momentarily then reached his hand in and removed the contents.

Seso

carefully unwrapped the brown paper covering. Belle had told him exactly where to find it. Underneath the third step on the back stairs from the kitchen. Seso had thought of his mother often. Sometimes she would be talking to him in his dreams. Dreams so vivid he would awake and still feel her arms holding him and telling him  how much she loved him.

Arctarus

had left 314 letters in the brown bag for Seso. A small bottle of perfume that she wore had been placed inside along with a picture of her and his father Troop. They were standing underneath a pecan tree. The back of the picture said Georgia. A note attached to the brown bag said read letter # 314 first. The letter was written the day before he was born.

 

 

                                           GOLDEN MEMORIES

#314

Miriam

thinks I’m going to have you tomorrow. I know you’re a boy. I have already named you: Seso. I saw your spirit come in to me. Belle said can’t be sure about no boy but I’m carrying you high. A pretty good sign thinks Miriam. If you’re reading these letters then it means I’m not around. If you’re like your father then I know you’re a good person. I’ve put so much into to you. Each day I imagined you. Your mind. Your body. Your soul.  Belle thought it strange me burning incense everyday, especially frankincense and sandalwood but she helped me with my prayers. I massaged my body daily with oils and kept only the highest thought’s that I sent to you. I always thought of you as a holy child. That’s the reason I ran away from your uncle Dakk, the madman, your father’s brother. You have the sweetest aunt Virginia and other family that I wrote about in other letters. We managed to trace our family all the way back to Africa. Our ancestor was a woman from the Dogon tribe who was separated from the tribe because she was injured and found by a Mandingo warrior. They had several children one of whom was our ancestor Mufu Wasi. He was captured by slave traders and taken to Jamaica two hundred years ago. He escaped with other slaves but they went the wrong way and wound up in the Carolina’s. He managed somehow to  escape to Georgia along the coast and lived with Indians. With the help of the Indians he journeyed into Mexico and then down into South America. Everywhere he went he saw black people. He finally came back to the states around 1757 and settled in New York. Since that time our family tree is full of migrations, one after another. Our family is full of wanderers. We have never been a people that learned to be still.

When we haven’t been moving our feet then we have been searching with our minds.

Adventure seems tied to us like a shooting star. Journeying out of nowhere to only God knows where. Before coming here I spent two months in Alaska. Me and this big old red wolf that use to howl outside my window. The men in camp said he had my scent. One night I let out a howl so loud that wolf just sat there like the shadow of a silhouette. He cocked his head sideways like he couldn’t believe his ears.

Seso

when you read this I’m sending you all my love. God is watching you. Somewhere deep in myself I have this feeling that you are a special child.  I think that even if I was around I wouldn’t have you to myself.  Somehow I know you belong to the world. I have visions of special things. I think black people all over the world now  have a champion that will speak in a very special way. I see you married to the spirit of God and I hear words of righteousness come through your heart and slip out of your mouth into the world to make things right. And even if that is not true then maybe something that I’m saying here will reach down into your soul and pull you into Godliness.  It’s in you.  It’s been in our family for generations.  Seers, musicians, preachers, and others with vision.  My momma Tommia, said you talk about the spirit to make it come to earth and do something . Do something Seso. I don’t know what all has happened to you.  I don’t know if you having a good life or a crazy one.  I don’t know how badly you