Excerpt from The Barn Raiders
Raty wondered if this little boy, the spawn of his dead friend was made to be rich. He grimaced, his blood boiled to a fiery temperature. Franco was much too humble for the business he was in. He needed a heart of Granite to deal with the egocentric intentions of people. He was much too naive to the wickedness that prevailed in the hearts of some of us in this rat race.The boy was simple minded and took everything for a joke. He was rising too fast and people often saw one's success as an indictment of their own inadequacy. People would get uncomfortable.
Several persons robbed him in the last month. In the ghetto you hustle to make some money and then people still a rob you. It is as if them don't want nothing fe gwaan fe you. There is nothing that makes him more angrier than people who have money already trying to fight down Ghetto Youths.
He snickered. Franco was a coward. He was determined to remind every human being who dared to cross his path or intervened in his pursuit of wealth that anno them alone can do things. Raty was committed to reinforcing the notion that within the midst of life there is death and that don't care how you big and bad, a bullet will cut you down to size.
Raty learnt by way of firsthand experience that if you treated people fair or with compassion they mistook such a personality as meaning that you are weak.
People feared those who are without rationality. The best way to get what you want in this world is to present a front of disregard for human life. People might talk things behind your back. They might not like you but no one who has no intention of killing you, will dare confront you. Mankind is a selfish race and these people of Red Lane need to be constantly reminded of their place. They if not kept in check would exploit and violate Franco. Raty's presence in Franco's life ensured that people with less than honorable intentions were kept at bay.
He would keep away the physical threats. He did not regret the life he lived, he knew that one day the chariot would pass his way but until then he would keep the resistance off the boy that he nurtured.
You cannot please everybody. Franco must learn to please himself. It is better for people to say that you have no heart than for them to think that you have one and try to stomp it down all the time. Stomping is not even such a big issue than having them pierce your heart with a sharp edge tool or shrapnels from a bullet. It best to presence a face that betrays no emotion that signals a malevolent astral propensity.
Franco slapped his Chargie across the back of his neck. " a which gyal you a think bout pawwddie
Raty chuckled he loved Franco like a son.
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