La Policía
A piece written, recorded and shared on the Unlatched podcast - episode six (unlatchedpodcast.com/episodes - please to check the solid out), hosted by the lovely Jessica Kashdan-Brown and Amy Hodkin.
The Council aristocrat walked the streets. Listening to a podcast on the world’s ancients. An example was the Kuntumare from Kuntu. Twin geniuses of a scale unheard on this nether island. The superstition was, twins brought a shift in consciousness to the family and country.
The Council was an internationally known, locally accepted, holistic community movement. A veteran was named aristocrat, for their commitment, service and respect.
His mane was locked. A groomed forest beard. A beaming smile showing his chipped tooth. Tailored camouflage jacket made by grandpops. Nakata oozed dapper. He namaste bowed to strangers. Salutations to the elders. Directing a nod to all bredren and sisdren.
Popular, nope. Courtesy, yep. The day cometh, one may need thy enemy. In the silent, well, bustling square. Rains of laughter from the pedestrians and shoppers chit chatting. Friends, who did what with who gossiping. The ravens, wing-palmed their faces at such human absurdity.
A black Project Alpha classic Range Rover slow moed akin to a driveby. Flashing orange and blue lights, the ear splitting siren pit stops. Nakata’s peripherals aware. Smiling like Jack Johnson in the boxing ring.
La Policía foot soldiers alight. Four bodies in black, navy military wear as if prepped for war. They beckoned to him.
Nakata asked.
Good day officers, to what do I owe this out of the blue visit?
The Lead Officer replied.
We are doing the rounds.
Nakata.
And you pull up for me?
The Lead.
We had a call fitting your description. We are combing the manor for roque activity.They draw closer.
Nakata.
Nuh uh, not me! Nosir. Stay your distance. Obey the law. Social distancing? This virus is not a joke.
The Lead.
If there is a potential crime. We must search you.
Nakata.
Uh, uh! Stay there. Let me do it.
La Policía were puzzled. Looking at Nakata and each other like a yoyo. He rose his hands. Loosened his locs.
Shook it around, nothing.
Took off his jacket, nothing.
The turtle neck shirt off, nothing.
Brown canvas, green tracksuit bottom off, nothing.
His body was bare. Then motioned to his underwear. A perturbed officer in the squad shouted, enough! The lead and the rest were shocked.
Officer said.
This is embarrassing. Nothing, here. Let’s go.
Nakata’s one pack belly on display, for all to see. Some chuckled and some gobsmacked.
He said.
Officers, humans do not look and do the same. Prejudice and stereotypes are applicable in some cases and not others. A bit of tact, goes along way?
La Policía apologised and walked to their motor. Their contemptuous faces to the floor in silliness.
Nakata picked his clothes and dressed up. Onlookers calling for their heads, for such blasphemy. The incident was captured and reported to the Interwebs social justice channel, RJ215.
A lady strolled to Nakata and asked, if he was alright.
He replied, yes, thank you
She said, would you like a drink
He said, was it the pot belly that did it
She said, don’t be silly
They left.
He turned around in a Michael Jackson ‘Thriller” pose with his eyes blinking and a wry smile.
Thank you for reading. Thanks to Unlatched for the opportunity