TALES FROM THE HOOD: "Sampson and Delilah: A House Divided"

[K-Blao]

Sampson and Delilah

A House Divided

Through the window came sounds of music, police sirens, and niggas whistling communication of gang banging. It was high noon the sun beamed hard, the window fan was buzzing as if it was being overworked.  Jerry Springer was playing on the TV set.

"Hold up, let me go get another beer," said Sampson as Delilah answered the phone.

Sampson cracked open his Ice House and sat back down.  Delilah proceeded to finish braiding his hair. She would secretly leave one braid crooked and loose (hating for no reason).  Her conversation gave a tone of "cackling hyenas", which caused Sampson to drink more an more until the tone was completely drowned out.

He was the son of Manoh ,of Zorah of the tribe of Dan.  He had great strength.  In his past, he was the chief enforcer of his gang.  That was long ago...now he seems to be house broken.  Sampson forgot the law of spiritual discipline which gave him physical strength.  He lost all understanding and often hid from the sunlight.  This was unlike his grandfather, who taught total abstinence from all intoxicating liquors and to always keep a fresh haircut.  Furthermore, he taught to stay away from dead minded men and women.  "The resistance of gravity will make you stronger," he would say.

  Sampson came to do the complete opposite, in that Delilah "put him to sleep" and took his vitality.  In turn, she directed it toward her, so he can only exist through her.  This strengthened her in the in the concept of "Babylon Privilege", given to her by Set and executed thru "Decepticon", the media over ruler.  She felt no need for knowledge and understanding.  She could care less.  

 

A man lost in his own understanding;  A woman driven by chaos.

 

Delilah sipped the "Henny Black" and took a pull off her cigarette.  "Shit!"

She hung up the phone. "Nigga, get up an put that Sparkle movie in!  I’m tired of watching this bullshit!  Damn it's hot in here!"  She complained;  Always complaining was her deposition.  This kept the energy field in the house slightly off balanced.  It was like a rocking boat to Sampson... swaying left to right...  not quite sturdy. 

"My head hurts!" she shouted as Sampson sat back down for the fifth time.

He slowly sipped the beer an got back up. The words she spoke irritated him even more.  He was completely unaware of the fact that she was the reason he keep drinking.  It was like trying to run from a person while holding their hand at the same time.  [Pressure]

 

With smoke in the air, the TV, and the radio was playing the low frequencies completely flooded the natural waves of thought.

 

"Where’s the remote?" she asked.

"You got it, don’t you?" Sampson asked.

"No, you had it," she snapped while rolling her eyes and tilting her head back and forth.

"No I don’t!"  Finally Sampson got up looking for the remote.  Subconsciously, he knew that she had it.  He kneeled on one knee. 

"I got it," Delilah chuckled.  "I was sitting on it!" she shouted, as Sampson rose up.   A long sigh came out of his mouth.   It seemed like she was playing a little game of "Your Highness".

For the sixth time, he sat back down, gulping the rest of the beer.  He slowly sat back and shook his head.....

 

From the upcoming novel "City of God", scheduled to be released on January 1st, 2013.

 

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