My Godson, Me and his mother and best Buddy, Reynolds
This was one of my most popular post. so i thought that i repost it.
It was written by my Godson a cool young guy from Brooklyn. NY. I was honored more by this than the many things that have been said and written about me though the years
My most unforgettable character
My most unforgettable character is my godfather, Kama. His real name is Kevin, but when I was very little, I couldn’t pronounce Kevin, and I came up with Kama. Kama is a big black guy with very little hair. Before I was born, Kama was a cop. When he was a cop, he was the person who did the sketches of the criminals. He did not like being a cop, but he did want a pension, so one day he came in naked, with an Afro and screaming. Then he called the police station racist. He claimed money for insanity.
Currently, Kama is a quite famous artist. He shows in many galleries. His work is abstract sculpture. Kama makes art with the junk he finds on the street.
In the very beginning, before I remember, Kama was at my baptism. Kama was always a big guy. When I was a little older then four, he could pick me up and swing me around. He was always funny, making jokes out of everything, even if the jokes were a bit inappropriate or older than my age level. He always smoked a pipe in and out of the house, which was piled to the top with junk and old art. We want Kama to stop smoking because his brother died of diabetes and had had his legs cut off. Another part of Kama’s family is his one biological son, Jason, and one daughter. Many people live in Kama’s house though, like James, a skateboarder and Lochi, an airline worker. Kama treats them like sons. Kama adopted them because their parents couldn’t take care of them. Every time we go into Newark to see him, we eat at a Brazilian restaurant. The foods in those restaurants are good Brazilian food, even if it’s not in Brazil. Kama is a very stereotypical American. He does not like to go to other places; even Jamaica is too exotic for him.
Kama had a Bluetooth® headset, which made him yell into the phone, but currently he says the set is broken, so he uses a normal phone. Kama still yells into the phone.
Kama always disagrees with my mom. It is hilarious when this happens, like when he offers me a pocketknife, dagger, or some other dangerous weapon, my mom then shouts “No!” I start cracking up when Kama argues that every boy needs to have one. We all end up laughing in the end. Even when he loses, he secretly promises to get me one or let me try it when I come over. He lives all the way in Newark and every time I go there, I get a present anyway, even if it’s not a dangerous weapon. The last time I went he gave me, a little demigod statue made out of pottery. It has given me good luck ever since.
On the day I got the demigod statue, we went to I little old lady’s house to look at her artwork. This is a perfect example of Kama’s nonsense. We were very late because Kama had a person yelling at him through the phone and he couldn’t tell us were to go. We also couldn’t see the road signs, which got us lost a lot. The old lady didn’t drive, so her directions didn’t help at all. Moreover, Kama was making dumb jokes the whole time and my dad couldn’t concentrate. The old lady was a bit deaf, and Kama had met her before so he was making really funny imitations of her. “What was that?” was one of the things he said, which was true, although the voice was not that accurate. One of his racist jokes was a joke that came from the signs that we couldn’t read. “It’s a white man’s plot to keep the black people lost.” My mom cracked up.
Finally, we got there. Her house was so piled to the brim with art that you couldn’t walk through it with out moving furniture. In addition, it smelled like dirty cat litter. She did have two cats, an orange one, and a black one. The black cat stayed out of reach and Kama said that it hissed at him. Kevin kept complaining about the cat smell. The old lady was not as feeble as I thought her to be. She got around the house fast for someone who was so old and had to move around such a crowded place. I have to admit; Kama did like her art, though. It was a lot like his, so I can see why he liked it. He stood there, not paying a slightest bit of attention to anything, and he was gazing at the solitary fly buzzing around his head. Kama felt at home there. Kama said he was allergic to cats, so he went outside and smoked. “Fresh air” he called it. The lady gave us some snacks and drinks while we were looking at the art. The art was everywhere; you couldn’t miss it. It was piled to the back of the house. One room was so blocked off that you couldn’t even get to it. That poor old lady had to move everything to get to a room! She was about 80, which was amazing because she said she could finish an art piece in a little more than 6 hours!
She was somewhat shy toward us, but who wouldn’t be if some big African-American guy, a medium Asian guy, and a tall Caucasian woman with a Eurasian teenager tagging along came into their house? Let me also mention that Kama was talking very loudly (which he always does anyway). Kama pretty much stood in the same place for the whole time, for if he moved, he could knock down any of the art pieces surrounding him. He is pretty clumsy. His students even call him Captain Skid.
Kama’s art and the old lady’s art really look like some thing abstract when you look from afar. However, when you come closer, it shows that the sculptures actually mean something. You can see the little figures and the designs that make up the art. The old lady’s art was more spread out than Kama’s art, so you could see that it wasn’t that abstract, even from a distance. Kama’s art is more like him, abstract from afar, but full of fun and surprises.
That is why he is my most unforgettable character.
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