Bonafide

J. Jackson

Description

This story is about, one of five siblings a male. His mother called him Ronnie. Over time and maturity his name change to many aliases. But didn’t change his foundation. He encountered many struggles and test. At a very young age Ronnie began protecting his younger siblings. There would also be times when he stood up to older children that surrounded him growing up in the streets of Brooklyn N.Y., where he was raised. Ronnie had an exceptional sensory personality. Before the age of five, he could see things his parents wouldn’t be able to explain before hand. Trouble, pain and awareness around him. His grandmother called him old man at the age of one. As he aged he depicted a righteous warrior complex. His heart would be tested! His soul would be shook up. His personality formed and his life enlighted by the creator of the worlds.

Sujets

• Ronnie
• Ronnie (given name)
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 24 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669843344
• Langue: English

Extrait

Bonafide
 
 
 
 
 
J. Jackson
 
Copyright © 2022 by J. Jackson.
 
Library of Congress Control Number:
2022915420
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-4336-8

Softcover
978-1-6698-4335-1

eBook
978-1-6698-4334-4

 
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Rev. date: 08/23/2022
 
 
 
 
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A S THE LIGHTNING roared among the clouds and the rain covered the small town of Mount Vernon, North Carolina, bringing in floods washing away filth, a six-foot-two and 230-pound African American man named Bob arrived home after work approximately twelve o’clock in the morning. Bob was exhausted from the tractor-trailer that he drove all week long and was glad to see his wife, Alta, and some of their nine children. Alta was a beautiful dark-skinned woman, kind of small around five feet two inches tall, 125 pounds but very shapely and petite. The smile she wore would brighten anyone’s day, and as a dedicated usher at church, professionally dressed, she welcomed everyone and made people feel at home on church days, Saturdays, Sundays, and revivals. But when Alta and Bob came home, Alta took care of her husband by cooking and cleaning. At this time there were only four children living with them, and the oldest was Bean, sixteen, followed by her sister Nasa, fourteen; Tuck, fifteen; and Dad, thirteen. The other two siblings – Stew, eighteen, Bessie, nineteen – lived with their Aunt Alma, Alta’s twin, in Brooklyn, New York. While Spring, who is seven months old; Natalie, two; and Spunk, four years old lived in the same town with their grandmother that they call Big Mamma, whose name is also Bessie, Aunt Bessie. Many of the main chores were Bean’s, such as cooking and cleaning while making the others help. Bean was a thin brown-skinned girl with long black hair and, like her mother, had a beautiful smile, who was at times very passive and let things slide. Unlike her younger sister, Nasa, who was a little darker in complexion and very boastful with her beauty glowing. Bean had a tough time trying to keep her younger sister in line with discipline and away from the boys at school and weekend parties. The brothers, Tuck and Dad, were not any problem, chopped wood, and worked in the garden, plowing and hoeing grass in the fields with their mother whenever she was not working as a nurse at the hospital. The Gehod’s had four bedrooms that sat on thirteen acres of land that they called home, in which there was no place like it.
As the weekend passed, it was time to get up and get ready for school.
“Bean, Bean!” The booming voice of her mother echoed through the hallway and caused Bean to stir a little in her bed, but not enough to fully wake her. “I’m not going to call you again, get up and get ready for school,” warned her mother.
Bean stirred some more, and she finally raised her head to look at the clock. It was ten minutes after seven, and the temptation of being lazy and staying in the bed was a task in itself for Bean to overcome. “Okay, I’m up!” she screamed to her mother as she was slowly but surely making an attempt to get out of bed. It was a cloudy Monday morning, and this was a total demotivation for Bean to get prepared for school. Still halfway asleep, Bean made her way to her closet to get her clothes out for school. She began to rapidly iron her clothes while she waited for her sister Nasa to finish up in the bathroom.
“God, what’s taking her so long?” Bean said impatiently. “She’s the reason why I’m always running late.” With her clothes in one hand and a washcloth in the other, Bean walked in the cold hallway heading toward the bathroom. She could hear her sister’s voice singing with the radio on and gave a disappointed sight as she approached the door. “Nasa, come on, I got to get ready too, you have been in there long enough!” Bean said as she pounded on the bathroom door.
“All right, all right, I’m coming out,” Nasa said with an attitude when she opened the door and immediately went back to curling her hair.
“I thought you said you were coming out?” Bean asked.
“I am, I just have to finish my hair and I’ll be done, besides, you can go ahead and start taking your shower, it’s not like you’ve got something for me to look at,” Nasa said with a look of confidence.
Bean returned her sister’s comment with a stone-cold face and proceeded to shower. Nasa left a few moments later, and Bean found herself having the bathroom all to herself. The shower was very relaxing, and the warmth of the water hitting against her body completely woke her up. After the shower, it did not take long before her sister began beating on the bathroom door. “What?” yelled Bean
“Mama said for you to hurry up.”
“I’m almost ready; I don’t take as long as some people do around here.”
“Well, you know me, I have to look good every day,” Nasa said as she went back downstairs to wait on her sister. Bean finished dressing and making final preparations to her attire before she finally headed downstairs. When she came to the kitchen, she was greeted by the smell of breakfast that smothered the house. Unfortunately, Bean and her sister did not have time to eat because they were running late. The girl’s mother greeted her with a stern look and told Bean that she would have to get up earlier and prompt for school. They wasted enough time and grabbed their lunch bags and walked out the door.
The windy spring air greeted the two girls as they began their walk to school. “God, it’s cold out here,” Nasa said as she bundled up into her sweater.
“You act like it’s fifty below,” Bean said.
“You exaggerate too much when it comes to the weather,” said Nasa.
“Oh yeah, where did you leave off to this past Saturday night?” Bean wondered.
“What makes you think I was gone all night?” questioned Nasa.
“You were dozing off in church again, I figured you probably sneaked out the other night,” Bean said. Bean continued to act as a surrogate mother to her younger sister, who was dating a boy Nasa called Lightning. While Nasa knew about Joe liking her older sister, Joe and Bean were childhood friends who grew up together, and dating each other was out of the question. Joe was a brown-skinned man, with brown eyes and black hair, standing about six feet two, had a very muscular build, and was approximately 190 pounds, with a walk like he owned the earth, so to speak. His attitude was all about him unless someone was on his team. He did not take any mess from anyone, and his reputation was known for a temper.
Distant shouts and laughter from other schoolmates that were a few yards ahead of them interrupted the girls’ conversation. Immediately, Bean recognized one of the schoolmates up ahead, and it was Joe.