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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Lesedi
Lesedi
It was before I was born.My mother worked as a maid in a beauty house near the shores of Cape Town.
The house was like a palace and my mother enjoyed working there. She did since she was a child. She knew all the corners, hideouts secrets of those walls.
When she had time, she played in the gardens.
For what I know, my mother was an extremely obedient woman. She always did what
she was told to do.
At least is what those who knew her told me.
I didn't knew my mother. Or know who is my father. But there's a word witch will follow me for eternity.
Dirty blood.
And to show to anyone what i was, they used a hot iron on me মলিন রক্ত.
I do remember the pain, the burn in my back.
I see it everyday in the mirror.
When I was just a kid, the others didn't wanted to play with me. At school I was alone. I didn't understand the why...
One day I asked about my mother and my father to my family. No one answered me. Or the answer was silence. Deep and sad silence.But I didn't surrender. I asked again and again, until the answer came to me.They starred throwing stones at me. All of them and in the middle of the multitude there was my family. All yelling at me "Dirty blood!"
I was left there in the ground to die.
I don't know, why, yet. But Huminu saved me.
He was an older man, a wise one and a sorcerer. By his knowledge about the power of the weeds and flowers healed my wounds and took care of me.
He taught me about the world of the spirits. He told me about my mother.
The both sides of the coin.
Now I do understand the reason of my nickname, or the hot iron on my back.
But it didn't let me go down. It gave me more strength to move on forward.
I knew about the new recruitments from the police. But for that I had to join the army and so I did.
Things were changing here. So took the chance and joined the force.
I fought to be where I am now. And in a men worlds it's even harder. To many times I thought in quit from the training.
For two years I had to serve in the army, to make come true my dream.
When that torment was ended, it came another one. After I joined the force, the South Africa Police Service, only because I am a woman, I had to work as administrative, for some time in Pretoria, I knew I was more needed in other stuffs.
So by the help of a great friend I battled for the position I have now.
It wasn't easy, but now I am detective from the SAPS in the CID - Crime Combating and Investigation Division. I belong to a small division only 4 people and the only woman from that group. But perhaps the one who really try to find out things.
It wasn't an easy path. Had to fight.
And I did it.
For one who isn't black and for one who isn't white. The path turns darker than for one who knows what it is.
I do remember the pain, the burn in my back.
For two years I had to serve in the army, to make come true my dream.Friday, October 21, 2011
Alexandru Stalisnov
Alexandru, always worked as the main secretary of the chairman of the Viontech pharmaceuticals company. Gave his hole life to it, and for being the one with all the job to do, he managed to know more than he has supposed.
When the company was bought by Ravfel Xaustoni, no one would know what could happen to the company, with only two exceptions. The chairmen and Alexandru.
It would be a good opportunity for Alexandru, as he thought. For the firsts times, he contacted Ravfel by email, sending to him all what the company have done but only part of his work but with no answer from the owner of it. He kept it going with his work informing Ravfel about the increments, sales, contracts that the company have with other companies. But this time he went more further including in his reports the secrets researches the company was doing, with it's reports as well.
That might bring some attention of what he was capable to do. And it worked, it brought Ravfel attention to him. So he was called up and bring all the reports with him to present them to Ravfel.
He went to Ravfel's office not knowing what to expect. Showed the reports, pausing to take his pills.
It looked like Ravel was interested in what he was presenting, or at least it what was he thought.
By the end of his presentation, Ravfel, gave him a goblet with wine.
He drank it.
Ravfel order him to come back in the next night, to continue his presentation, So Alexandru did, and in the second night he was gifted with another goblet of wine and be ordered to come in the next night again.
And in the third night Alexandru came as well, but things were different.
Ravfel showed him what he was and what would be the vantages to work for him to Alexandru. Just one more drink.
He was already feeling anxious and blind by wanting more of that blood. He took the pills and then accepted his new condition without bailing it.
A fact, it was more of what Alexandru expected, was even better.
Now he runs the company, under the orders of his master Ravfel.Still, his position on the company is the same as ever, but inside of that everything is changed.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Sandra Villalobos
Sandra Villalobos
A rose with deadly spines, that makes you bleed from the wounds.
Her voice was well known in all Spain. "Un Angel" as many know her as she sings in all the "Tabernas" of that country.
Born in Saragossa, Spain, in the beginning of the 18th century. She started to sang really young, making a great carrier, and for that, her life was of a nomad.
But she was more than a singer. The second in command of a "Bandoleros" band.
They fought the power of the "Alcades" from the lands they pass, robbing the gold taxes and other artifacts for themselves or even to return to the people. As Robin Hood did long time ago.
Using her voice to get close of the Alcades, generals, captains of the Spanish army, to get the information they need to set up their plans.
They never thought, Sandra could be one of the heads of the Bandoleros, using her angelical voice to trick them.
Till one day and since they were known and had a reward on their heads, they easily got caught. And that included the ambulant artists that Sandra had as companions of journey.
Some could escape from prison, others were hang and Sandra was waiting for the trial. Knowing to well that would never happen, since justice at that time didn't work.
She waited and waited from someone to rescue her. But they never came.
In prison, she was tortured, raped and many others things and the only thing she had to do was say the "names of the Bandoleres and you'll be free, señorita".That was what they told her. Sandra knew, it wasn't true, she would be hang like the others.
And she waited, looking through a small hole of her cell staring at the daylight, singing with that angelical voice she was gifted.
That voice almost hypnotic, leading the soldiers and the guards of the prison roam in awe to her cell, just to listen to her. Sandra's movements of the Sevillanas was a must to see, begging for more.
It was her way of freedom, but not for long time. The Church and the Inquisition heard about this woman. La Bandolera as she was known by now.
And since the Justice couldn't related her with the rest of the Bandoleros, they've found a way to get rid of her.
WITCH! A daughter of Santan, his bitch. Seducing man with malefic sways and the voice wasn't of an angel. Was the devil itself singing.
The Inquisitor made confess her blasphemy to God. That she was a creature from the Devil, and now she had to beg for her life.
It was that or the flames of purification.
Sandra knew her end was near. She didn't confess, rather she preferred to be burned. "And so it will be done. God have mercy of your Soul". Those were the cold words of the Inquisitor.
From Bandolera to Witch, now....
Her last night, she had her last meal, stared to the moonlight from the small window, more like a hole of the cell and sang to the moon.
Her friends, the Bandoleros heard the news about the Witch.
It was Sandra, the second in command of their group. In one last attempt to save her, they attack the prison where she was held. They fought and she sang and dance.
The inquisitor seeing they almost reached Sandra's cell, order to burn her inside the cell.
And she danced and sang with the fire. At least is what the legend tells.
But all legends have their half truth. She was rescued, but not from the Bandoleros.
The inquisitor knew what was it. A monster, " Un hijo de la noche"
He heard the voice. It was impossible not to hear such angelical voice.
He saved her from the flames, Embraced her.
As for the Inquisitor... Who knows... Some say he died in the flames, others say he was a new "Hijo de la Noche"
As for Sandra....
She is now a singer, and very famous so to say.
And we are in 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Tara O'Donnel
Tara O'Donnell
There is not much to say about her. Tara O' Donnell was born in Ireland when it was ruled by the English. Daughter of of an Irish farmer her life wasn't easy, the youngest of three daughters.Away from the troubles of her father, her childish was summon into some mystery. Always alone but happy, but all the time watched.Fascinated by the Celtics meanings she studied them by herself, even the old language of them and all the symbols and fables.
Seeing her always alone, her father with all his possessions sent her to London to a girls school. The times were changing. She grow up, away from her family unless the news from the letters.She became a slender young woman and knew what she wanted to do with her life. Not forgetting it was a men's world, she had a hard time to integrate, starting working in a news paper, first cleaning the offices of it, then as a secretary of a well known reporter of the Tribune, and slowly she started to write her own texts. Her gift and her studies of art, made her a great art critic. Her hard work finally was compensatory, but not all, still had to sign it as a man, lucky for her for the family name O'Donnell, it was a great help for it.
It was at the Theater of the Royal Ballet Company, where she met Simon. There was something with him. Tara just couldn't explain, and made her go back to her researches about the Celtics, but she didn't find anything that could explain that strange feeling about Simon.She waked up every morning in her bed weak, not remembering what had happened the late night. And all nights were like that.
Every time she tried to find out who was he, she'd find a dead end. Not a street name, or the house he took her, no nothing about him. As if a dream.But, there he was always waiting for her at the door of the newspaper. Till one night she refused to go with him. She wasn't afraid. She was curious. The Opium the modern drug of those days in London was to easy to find. She was sure she had been drugged with it, and if it so, she wanted to find out.
She refused, heading to her place. Or at least faking it. She just wanted to follow Simon.It went wrong. Simon was the one who followed.She tried all the time to loose him, but there he was at the next corner. Always a step forward than she was.It was the night Tara was Embraced.Her Sire teaches their ways, what they are, how they do things, and then the night of presentation to the Prince.She did well. Something that Simon showed pride in it.Treating her as a princess, he did everything for her, thought, she didn't disappointed Simon. Staying together for a long time, traveling together.She'd found a new world to explore and study. She knew the webs of power from the Kindred and how do they act.Then she stayed alone. It was time to leave her Sire and explore this world by herself.She became a famous art critic, worked in many newspapers, traveling the world through the night.
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