Rakishi Fatu

Rakishi Fatu was a man of prominence. A graduate from UNC Chapel Hill and working as creative director of Pegasus Graphics Inc., making $200,000 dollars a year, he has life easy. Fatu lived in a redwood mansion off the Tampa Freeway on land given to him by the company. He lived well and always worked hard to continue living well. One day, his cousin Meng came over to his home. Meng was from New York City and came to visit Fatu for the week. Meng, a voodoo priest , studyed the occult and the works of many psychics for the research department of Vodun World. He made very little money. When Meng went over to Fatus house, Fatu was waiting for him outside of his door. "Meng, you look great. High class is the way to be but you look ragged man" Meng replied "I ain't as rich as you and I probly never will be!" Laughing, the two men headed into the house. They walked their way to the main room. The main room was similar to a dance floor, barren and desolute. Fatu had just moved in. "Hey Fatu, barrenness signifies pain in my religion" said Meng. Frowning, Fatu replied: " Listen don't give me that bull about voodoo. Ever since you changed your religion the family has been angry at your ass. You know that Christianity is the best religion. I want you to change NOW. How the hell can you believe that nonsence about spirits and dead animals flying?" Meng: "You don't realize the importance of the Vodun traditions. I know how to cast spells and kill people without touching them and that is a blessing for me" Fatu walked over to the corner of the room. He put his head to his head as if to say that what Meng was saying was absolutely stupid. "I WANT YOU TO GET OUT OF MY HOME!! If you are going to lecture me about VOODOOISM and all that sh*t, then your ass better leave this house. I will not permit that in my home!" "And let ME tell you a thing or to, Fatu. If you ever yell at me like that again, I will kill you" Fatu groaned and put his hands to his head. His eyes were bloodshot and red. He could not believe his ears. His heart began pounding and his eyes darting from left to right like a frightened animal. His pulse was exploding like the pound of boxing gloves on a human head. Fatu spoke: "Meng, please leave my home" Meng reached into his coat sleeve and pulled out a knive. The glimmering blade sparked a tiny bolt of shock as he pulled it out. "OH MY GOD MENG! OK OK you could stay here!!!" screamed Fatu with frightened pain. It was too late for Fatu. In one hour, his genitals were cut off and given as a sacrifice to Papa Shango , GOD of Vodun.