Sample from Paradise: Chocolate Love

Hello Africa, Amandla is Back!

I couldn’t help chuckling to myself as I thought about how angry Sheitan was going to be when he realized that his prey had flown the coop. Truthfully, I also felt a little glee at the thought of Ms. Florence Chamberlain dangling from that meat hook. Hell…I felt more than a little glee. I was absolutely delirious with joy thinking of her death. After all, she did threaten to kick my ass. In the end, it was her little slut ass that was kicked and kicked royally I might add.

I also found myself thinking of much dearer subjects. I was anxious to find out about my father’s health, and I couldn’t help recalling my last words to Horus before I left for London:

Don’t worry, nothing will happen to me. You aren’t getting off that easy. When this is all over, I expect a grand dinner and a significant token of your ever-lasting deep affection.

Believe me…I was determined to get my dinner and more than a token of his ever-lasting deep affection. For the first time in a while, I was able to think of Horus as a man and consider my feelings for him as a woman. As soon as my plane crossed over Morocco, I used the air-phone system to call Horus’ home number. When he answered, I said, “Guess who? Here’s a little hint; it’s not Anna French.”

“Amandla! Where are you?” Horus asked in response.

I told him that I was on board Flight 231 and due to arrive in Mahe in 3 hours. I asked him if my father was ok, and he told me that my dad was recovering nicely and had already returned to the District. That was a great relief, so far so good. I asked him if he was able to organize a response team to go to Chicago and pickup the seafood.

He answered, “Yes, I am sending a soccer team in six days…by the way; your brother Shaka is going to help. He is bringing his team into Chicago to play my team. We have already secured the use of a stadium called Soldier Field. We are billing it as a Pan-African fundraiser, and we have decided to make it an annual event. The proceeds will go towards the War Orphanage and the Black Colleges funds. It is already being advertised on the local radio stations and in the Chicago newspapers.”

Good cover I thought to myself.

Horus continued, “I thought they might be able to shop around for some shrimp and bring it back for my mom. In fact, we are sending an All-star team made up of local people from the Scorpions and the Crocodiles. They are, if I do say so myself, extremely competent. They only need a few days to learn the logistics of the foreign playing field and to improve their inter-team coordination. We also needed the time to get Shaka’s team ready for the Chicago game. I will call your mom and tell her you are back in Mahe. She and your father will be thrilled to hear that you are safe. They have been so strong in this whole ordeal. Our family really appreciates everything you and your family have gone through for us, we absolutely love you guys.”

I told him that, “We loved his family too,” and then asked him, “...if he could manage to have someone pick me up at the airport.”

He said, “Well of course I can. Oh wait, my driver is on an, er, he is on an errand for my mom. So, I guess I will have to come myself. Besides, it will be good to see you again; we have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Great, that’s great. See you when we land, you sexy man.”

He laughed and told me that some of the London casino life must have rubbed off on me.

I answered, “Maybe just a little, just enough to recognize a good prospect when I see one.”

He laughed again and then said, “I am looking forward to seeing firsthand what you have learned.”

I responded, “Oh, you will see, I have learned some interesting new things, and I thought you may be just the man to try them on. I really have a lot I want to share with you, and I promise I will when we actually get together. But for now, I will just say goodbye.”

Horus said he looked forward to being my experimental subject, said his goodbyes, and we hung-up.

I relaxed and ordered a Strawberry Daiquiri from the flight attendant. After finishing the drink, I shut my eyes and slept until I heard the captain’s voice announcing our approach to Mahe’s airport.

I had this wonderful feeling of homecoming when my plane touched down on Seychelles soil. I had never been happier in all of my life. I felt like I was graduating from high school, college, and law school all at the same time. I deplaned and virtually floated to the terminal area. I recalled the first time I landed at this airport, when my father and Horus were waiting to pick me up. In the midst of my reminiscing, I saw Horus waving enthusiastically. He was so happy that he was almost jumping up and down.

He looked fantastic. He was wearing a beige safari suit made from blended Chinese and Italian silk, complemented by a silk shirt of the same color. The silk material left no secrets about the contents of that shirt. Horus had a broad chest, well-developed shoulders, and a washboard stomach. The short-sleeve shirt and jacket left a significant amount of his upper arms exposed; they looked hard as rocks and very powerful. He wore a gold ring with rubies and emeralds on his middle finger right hand, and the styling of the ring matched his watchband.

I kind of ran up to him and we hugged. He hugged me tightly, lifted me off the ground with those powerful arms, and spun me around. We kissed. It was more than a hello kiss; this was a: I have missed you so badly kiss. It seemed as if we both tried to put our whole souls into the kiss, like we were kissing for the very first and last time. Then I shut my eyes and felt his tongue penetrate my mouth and my own exploring his mouth. It seemed so natural, like we had been lovers all our lives. It was then that I was absolutely certain of our love.

The kiss and embrace seemed to last for a blissful, joyous eternity, but really it was only a matter of seconds. I guess it was the intensity of the feelings behind the kiss that made it seem so heavenly. I knew that we were going to have a very active and sensuous reunion.

Horus took my hand. I thought to myself how pleasant it is to hold his hand, and I couldn’t help comparing the feelings of revulsion that his uncle had evoked in me with the happiness and pleasure I felt being with Horus.

Just then, I realized Horus was talking to me about my father. He told me that he had spoken to my mom, and she told him that my father was home and able to walk a little with assistance. She also told him that the physical therapist visited him everyday and worked on him for three hours each day. The therapist said he was progressing much faster than any other patient she had ever had and that he would probably be able to walk under his own power within two months or less. This was good news, and I squeezed Horus’ hand in response.

We walked to the baggage claim area and got my luggage. I told Horus that I wanted to go and get a hotel room and get a little rest before I claimed my dinner from him.

He said, “Forget the hotel. Mom has bought you a sixteen-room villa on the beach. She’s also arranged staff and purchased a car for you.”

As he said this, he gave me the keys to the villa and my new car.

“Oh, great…this is tremendous! I love the beach! You know, I have been told I look good in swimwear. Perhaps we could skip going out for dinner and you could come by tonight and help me break in the new house?” I suggested hopefully.

“You got it, you got it con gusto. I’ll be there around eight, if that’s ok?” he answered.

“Eight is fine.” I said.

We threw my luggage in his car, and he drove me to my villa. It looked very comfortable, bright, and cheerful. I liked it even more when I got inside. It was very spacious and warm. Although it was fully furnished, there were enough things left for me to do to put my own stamp on it.

I turned to Horus and asked him, “How long is this place available for my use?”

He said that it was mine forever.

“Forever…but, when I go back to the District…I mean, won’t that be a waste of resources?” I responded.

Horus kissed me on the cheek and told me, “Not if it will encourage you to come back frequently, or maybe even stay a while longer before you go back to the District.”

I smiled and told him, “If you keep treating me this way, I may never go back to the District.”

“That would be fine with me,” Horus interjected. Then he said see you at eight, and he started to drive off in his car. But to my surprise, he pulled back into the villa driveway and called out to me and said, “You know, my mom thinks you would make a perfect wife. Parents, huh, always trying to rush things. You do think talk of marriage is premature don’t you?”

“Only if you do,” I said. You know, when I said this, I surprised myself. Marriage ha! I mean marriage is so serious.

Horus smiled and said, “Well, I guess mom is right again.” Then he drove away.

You know, I was feeling good.

I’m Getting Married

I was still reeling from this talk of marriage. Wow! I never expected marriage…well, not this quickly anyway. This whole thing had hit me like a thunderbolt. Sure, I was already thinking about…shall we say…getting together with him tonight, showing him what a real woman can do if she wants to, but never in my wildest imagination had I consider a marriage proposal.

I thought to myself, what would I tell a girlfriend who was in my situation? Without a moment’s hesitation, I would tell her, “Reel him in!” And if the advice is good enough for a girlfriend, it’s good enough for yours truly. I decided to accept his proposal…whenever it was made officially, that is.

I told my new staff to take the evening off. I selected a duck that I roasted with a plum sauce; baby carrots that I steamed with brown sugar, honey, butter, cinnamon and nutmeg; and couscous that I prepared with salt, and butter, (I thought to myself that it was just like cooking hominy grits). I went over to my wine rack, selected a bottle of white wine and placed it in the fridge. As a final touch, I tossed a green salad and mixed my own vinegar-based herb dressing.

By the time I had dinner the way I wanted it, it was 7:00 o’clock. I quickly showered. After drying myself, I applied cocoa butter to my whole body. Going into my bedroom, I opened my bedroom closet and selected one of the dresses I had purchased in Brixton. I chose the one with the majestic purple swirls on a subtle lilac background; I thought it fit the occasion. I retrieved its matching turban and positioned it on my head. I slipped on my purple sandals and Voila! I was ready. You know, I think I really looked like an African Queen. As a final touch, I dabbed a little coconut fragrance oil behind each ear. He’d like that I thought.

Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was 7:55. I had five minutes to go. Just enough time to put some soft instrumental music on the CD player and compose myself. I walked over to the CD stereo and selected three CDs to play in sequence. I particularly enjoy classic jazz. Classic jazz was something my father loved. He had shared this part of his life with me since I was a little girl, and I came to love what he considers classic jazz. So, I chose a Grover Washington Jr., a Herbie Hancock, and for a slight change of pace, a Hugh Masekela. I thought this combination would set the right mood.

Having done this last task, I hurried into the kitchen to make sure the wine was chilled. “Dummy,” I said to myself, “you’ve already done that.”

It was now 7:57, so I went into the living room and sat quietly for the last three minutes. At 8 p.m. exactly, I heard his car pull up, and a few seconds later he rang the doorbell. “This is it,” I told myself. I strolled calmly (or so I supposed) to the door and opened it. Horus was standing there with a lovely bouquet of roses and violets. I told him, “My, what a pleasant surprise, please come in Dr. Abydos.” He looked at me with an odd nervous expression, so I decided to put his mind at rest. I told him I was just kidding, and of course I had not forgotten our dinner date. Then I stepped aside to let him enter the foyer.

He gave me the flowers, and I thanked him. I said, “These are absolutely lovely, thank you dear.”

I went and got a vase, put some water in it, and placed the flowers inside. I turned to Horus and said, “I will cherish them forever.” I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. He hugged me and placed his head on my shoulder. I moved my body against him. I was so happy, so absolutely happy, that I was beginning to think I might have trouble containing my emotions. But then again, why should I? We were in love, and it was quite evident that we were going to get married. Why contain myself? Indeed, I could just let myself go.

Before I could, however, Horus pulled away and reached into his jacket pocket. Somehow I knew what he was going to do, and I was right. When his hand re-emerged, it was holding a small ring case. He opened it, and gave it to me. It was an engagement ring, 14-carat diamonds and a gold band. It was lovely, not so much because of the diamonds and gold, but because of the meaning.

I just stared at it for a moment, I didn’t know quite what to say or do next. Then he asked me if I would be his wife, if I would marry him.

I looked at him, I also remember smiling broadly, and showered his face with kisses. Between each kiss, I said, “yes, yes” over and over again.

Horus held me by my shoulders, looked into my eyes, and said, “I will love you forever, Amandla. I know we will be happy.”

He actually had tears in his eyes. Then he gave me a long deep kiss. It was a kiss I felt throughout my total being. It made me tingle.

When we stopped kissing, I seized the opportunity to tell him that I loved him too, and that we would have many courageous children. I told him I knew we would be happy together.

We kissed several more times, each one getting more passionate than the previous. I was beginning to feel all flush inside and wanted to touch his whole body. I wanted to feel his touch on my body; I wanted to taste him, to feel him inside of me. I knew he was as excited as I was. I couldn’t help noticing that he had a pronounced erection.

Not wanting to be with him that way before we had dinner, I pulled myself away from Horus and said, “Before we get totally carried away, perhaps you should sample my cooking. After eating my food, you may not want me.”

“I would want you even if you never cooked a single meal. But believe me, I am hungry for everything and anything you have to offer me,” he said.

“Good, I will hold you to that, but for now let’s just start with dinner. Follow me dear,” I said with growing confidence. You know, I was already feeling like the wife.

We sat down to dinner. I served the salad, carrots, and couscous; and Horus carved the duck. As we were dining, we talked about our future and our past. Horus told me about his memories of both personal and historical events. There were two things that he remembered that stood out in my mind. One was the fact that he remembered seeing his father on TV speaking about the destruction of the first space shot when he was 1, almost 2. He told me he had mentioned this to his mother when he got his PhD; and it surprised her that he remembered it. Of course, the sabotage of Africa’s first space flight by pro-colonialist elements is something we all know about, but for a member of the Abydos family, even a very young one, it must have been a very difficult period. He also told me what he remembered about the day of the big celebration across Africa; Common Currency Day, the day they introduced the ture-cedi.

As we finished our meal, I asked Horus something I had been wondering about since I got involved with his father’s abduction. I said to him, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but why didn’t your uncle just kill your father? I mean, I have my own theories, but your uncle is so weird, it’s hard to figure out precisely what he is thinking at any given time. I guess you know that a lot better than I do.”

Horus, looking very, very serious (so serious in fact, I wondered if I had ruined the sweet mood we had going) started to explain. Using measured words, and a deliberate, calm voice, he said, “My esteemed uncle would love to kill my father. He’d love to kill all of us, my mom, me, and all our allies. Hell, he is such a vicious bastard; he would find it pleasurable to kill everyone in the entire world. However, killing my father would not get him what he really wants. What he wants is total control of the board. Killing dad would still leave him outvoted. So he needs to discredit dad, and by association, discredit the rest of us on the board. He believes that he can alter my dad’s personality while he holds him hostage and ultimately assert that my father was insane and killed his own escort party, and the rest of us were complicit in it by not acting to stop him. That way the Delta people would be forced to reconstitute the board by divesting it of everyone associated with my father’s policies, or should I say, our policies. This would mean my uncle, as the only one who does not support our policies, would be the only remaining board member and thus be able to pack the new board with his criminal cronies. He plans to do this by making it appear that my father has embezzled billions, that he was using company resources to engage in illicit and criminal activities, and that we all knew about, and were in complicity with these activities. So, he used his mass media to allege that father hasn’t disappeared at all, but rather he is on an extended sexual marathon with a group of whores from Euroescorts, a business, by the way, which is secretly controlled by my uncle. As you know, he has used his media organs to assert that my father and the rest of us fabricated the kidnapping charges to cover-up what he is really doing with his whores…at Kemetic’s expense. Then he could kill us at his leisure or so he thinks. That is it in a nutshell. Not very sophisticated, but it may work if we are not successful in liberating dad and forcing his captors to present evidence against my uncle. With their testimony, we can present an airtight case to the Delta Dynastic Group and to the courts. And thanks to you, Amandla, we are very close to doing that very thing.”

Listening intently, I could see the perverted logic of Dr. Sheitan’s diabolical plan. I asked Horus if everything was developing well with the rescue plan, if things were going smoothly for the rescue effort. He answered with an enthusiastic yes. He told me that the advance team they sent to Chicago ostensibly to do the promotion and other preliminary work for the soccer match had already verified that there were teams of Blue Jinns and Devil’s Imps at the address I had given them. He told me that they had sent very detailed photos of the general area where the building was located. Horus said that his people had already developed a sound logistics map of the area using these photos and standard street maps.

He told me that they sent back photos of the building, of each floor of the building, and of the particular floor where it is believed that his father is being held (this is a floor that has a four person guard 24 hours a day). They had also taken pictures of each one of the fifteen individuals in charge of securing the site. He said that the strike team was very confident that the whole operation would be conducted without a hitch. He said they were getting very important assistance from allied forces in the Northern Federation as well as in Africa itself. He explained to me that these allies were all members of the International Amen-Ra Humanists Societies. These allies were facilitating the supplying of weapons for the raid and the cooperation of key local law enforcement officials friendly to our Northern Federation allies.

“Good…but I don’t want to know any more details. I was just concerned that it may be dangerous,” I said.

Horus said, “Well, yes, of course you are right, there will be danger, but we have taken every precaution to minimize those risks.”

I hesitated and then asked Horus if his life would be endangered, and if there was any chance of my brother being harmed. He chuckled and told me that Shaka would be far away from the actual operation. His only job was to show up with his soccer team and play a decent game. As for himself, he assured me that he was very competent in these matters; and besides he would be keeping a very low profile, because it was believed that if he were known to be in Chicago, it would tip off our foes. So he would not even be going to Chicago initially, but rather would secretly fly to Cuba, where he would stay until the very night of the raid, at which time the Cubans would arrange to fly him into Chicago by private jet. Upon arrival, he would take personal command of the raid.

Then he looked at me with a rather pensive look on his face, and said, “To be perfectly honest, the raid is the main reason I wanted to propose now...you know, just in case something did go wrong....”

“Let’s not talk about things going wrong. Let’s not even let those kinds of thoughts enter our minds. Nothing will go wrong. Tonight we only speak of success, happiness, and our love.”

I took the white wine and our glasses, and I walked towards my new bedroom. I turned around and looked at Horus. With my right index finger, I motioned to him that he should follow me. I told him that I needed his help in christening the room. He smiled, got up from the table, and followed.

When we entered the bedroom, Horus took the bottle of white wine from my hand. He poured some of the wine on the floor of the bedroom. This was a libation to our ancestors, a tradition of our people for centuries. Then he poured a glass for each of us and proposed a toast to our love and our happiness. We drank from our glasses and then just stared at each other for a moment. It was as if neither one of us was quite sure what to do next.

After this little pause, Horus reached over and touched my cheek. It was a gentle, yet manly caress. He then took my face in both hands and drew it near his own. He kissed my lips. It was a long lingering kiss, and I almost by instinct closed my eyes. It felt like a romantic film, an adult fairytale. I thrust my tongue into his mouth in harmony with the introduction of his tongue into mine. Our tongues touched and danced together.

I lightly traced over the back of his neck and head with my fingernails. I entwined my fingers in his dreadlocks and twirled them around. I could taste the duck and wine in his mouth. I had the feeling that I could actually see his mouth and teeth with my tongue as it probed deeper and deeper. He pushed his tongue to the limits of my mouth gyrating it round and round. I felt it moving against the roof of my mouth and exploring the architecture of my teeth. I began to move rhythmically against his taut body. His hands caressed my shoulders and back.

I raised my left leg and anchored it against his right hip. His hands touched my rear, grabbing a cheek in each one, squeezing and massaging them vigorously. I moaned. Raising his lips to my ear, he whispered that he loved me and wanted to taste all of my body....

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