B’Zongo
By
Kurt D. Frazier Sr.
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B’Zongo
Copyright © 2011 by Kurt D. Frazier Sr.
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Willie and Hazel Danner sat quietly in their bedroom and looked at the precious bundle of joy that they had just brought home from the Parkerville Orphanage. He was a small lad with deep green eyes and light brown hair and an odd little smile. Still they would enjoy raising little Billy Zon Danner just as much as if he were their own flesh and blood. Not much was known about his parents, only that Billy was brought to the orphanage by a county caseworker, and as was common to all of the other infants in that situation, the parent names were listed as UNKNOWN.
When he was just fourteen months old Willie gave him the nickname of “GO,” because that is just what he did when he learned to walk. His high school football team changed it to B’Zongo, ‘cause that is what he did on the foot ball field. In the final game of the season just before the playoffs, Bill blew out his left knee and could not finish out the season. The Pinetop Panthers lost the championship that year, and began a losing streak that would last for thirty years. The ten years prior to that defeat, the Pinetop Panthers had been #1, State Champions in each season. Billy knew the losing streak was rancorously blamed on him and he hated the town for that, they would pay someday, somehow.
B’Zongo stared out the window of the abandoned Pinetop Hotel across the small lake that was on the northern side his room. From where he was B’Zongo could see lights in the homes nestled around this lake; the lakeside residents could not see much light from his eerie, solitary residence. The only light that was visible was a diminutive flame from an old candle stuck in the top of an old glass bottle. This is what he used for illumination as the words in his mind flowed from there out into the pen and onto the paper. There was a somewhat concealed power supply, (provided by an extension cord buried underground and connected to the outdoor power hookup of a home belonging to a summer resident that would be gone through these Fall and Winter months) that could be used to power a light should the need arise to use one, but that would only draw unwanted attention to the area. Besides that it was powering his portable CD player that was for the moment providing his favorite music to relax to; Mozart’s Piano Sonata # 525 in C Major.
Journal entry 22
I just do not know what to say or to think about what happened today. It was supposed to be a simple birthday party for some kids. It was Mary Jane’s 9th birthday and all of her friends were there. All I had to do was show up at the party and do a small routine to make them laugh; that is all I had to do. I really needed the $100.00 bucks that they were going to pay me for my performance. I was happy and jolly and ready to draw out their smiles and laughter, yes I was prepared to do what I had to do, and then; you showed up. You took away my smile and replaced it with a frown and a sad face. You zapped my happiness and changed it to sadness, why can’t you leave me alone and let me live out my life in peace? They wanted a happy joyful clown and all they got was a depressed and miserable clown. I had to leave the party because the mom said that I was depressing the children.