...and so, a little something from one of Jem's contributors; Mr. Kenny Baraka.
Here's an excerpt from one of his fantastic graphic novels, The Rememberers:
Chapter 1
The ship took off and flashed a light so bright that it could only have been compared with those first rays that baptise us into this world.
The streaking of a lithium coloured leopard, high into the sky.
‘Maybe it’ll stay there for the night,’ she thought.
‘Up there safe in the clouds.’
It was her first memory.
The first one she could remember having.
The bright lights pressed her eyes shut.
The brightest of lights followed by the darkest of times.
Way up in the sky
Watched it go up
Lept from off the earth
In one burst
It’ll come down
Back to the future
From the past
Meet in the present
Infinity aint given us
enough time
to get there
it stepped onto the clouds like
its stairway
to heaven…
dis feel
like its hell
fell a long way from grace broke the promise
casted out the first garden for thieving
rape, pillage and burning ever since then
still aint learned our lesson
deaths’ accomplice
nature made man to make some mischief
Man made machine to master nature,
see the humour?
Chapter 2
The dream - or vision, as he would later overstand - always stopped there.
Blinding illumination that belied and disproved Nature’s separation of dark and light.
This vision – the launching of the spaceship Hope, the glare of The Light - were important to him now only because of their context.
If he could place where he had been, in relation to where he now was then he could easily figure how to get where he needed to go.
And he’d, ‘livinitely been here before…’
He preferred the –liv’ prefix to that of the –def’.
Reminded him that despite his death-like, solitary existence, if he wasn’t, at least alive now, he had once been.
The Light he’d shadowed in vain was painfully reminiscent of something he’d known before.
“De ja vu…”
Only time he ever thought in another language.
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