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  Unlocking the Power of Honor: A Guiding Light for Our Tribe's Future In a world where words often lose their meaning amidst the noise, "Honor" stands tall, embodying a profound truth that resonates deeply within the soul of our community. As we navigate the complexities of modern existence, it's essential to return to the roots that define us, leveraging the timeless principles of Honor, Loyalty, and Sacrifice to forge a path forward. This exploration isn't just about understanding a concept; it's about redefining our collective destiny through the lens of integrity and truth. As a community committed to empowerment and personal growth, we dive deep into the essence of Honor—dissecting its impact on our lives and our interactions with each other. This isn't just an article; it's a manifesto for those ready to embody the true meaning of Honor in their lives, propelling our tribe towards unprecedented heights of unity and strength. The Core of Honor: H

Baba chapter 4 part 3


Chapter 4 cont.


He put us in a line and placed the blindfold over my face, and it seemed as if I stood waiting for hours. My legs began to burn, and my feet began to hurt. Time was inching along it seemed, but my time finally came.
I felt someone tug my arm and I followed them. Then they suddenly stopped.
“Welcome Kwabena, you have been selected to become a member of our illustrious family. Are you willing and able to make it.”
“Yes.”
“Who is your sponsor?”
This was another strange voice, but I could tell it was a old man.
“Sponsor?”
“Yes, who recruited you and has taken responsibility for you?”
“I guess Simba.”
“Simba!!!”
I heard a woman’s voice amongst the shocked voices.
“You mean Baba Simba!!!”
“Excuse me, yes I mean Baba Simba.”
Another voice I never heard came through the air.
“How did you meet the Simba?”
“At the coffee shop that he owns.”
“How long have you known him?”
“At least six months.”
“Six months?!!”
I hear whispering in the background. Well I guess it would be safe to assume that this is the Council of Elders that Simba told me about. But I did not know or even guess that Simba was this important.
“Young man, we wish you luck on your journey. Realize we will not make it easy for you. As a matter of fact since Simba is your sponsor, it may be harder for you. Do you understand?”
“No.”
“But you will. Peace unto you.”
Someone grabbed my arm and led me out. We kept the blindfolds on for a few more minutes, then they were removed. Standing before us was Malik and three other brothers.
“All of you have met the council, now it is time for our journey to begin. Those of you that are willing to carry on return here packed up. You will be working and living from the club until you complete your initiation. Here is a list of what you will need. Everything else will be provided.”
Kwesi was the first to raise his hand.
“Yes Kwesi.”
“Big Bra, what do we do about our current living situation? We can’t just leave our apartments and jobs.”
Everyone agreed with him by shaking their heads. Malik looked a little agitated by the question.
“Kwesi, and the rest of you initiates listen to me closely.”
He paused as if he was waiting to have our total attention.
“No one is being forced to do anything. If you think that we are asking for too much, do not come back. As a matter of fact during the process feel free to leave when you want to because Gye-Nyame holds no prisoners. We are building warriors, nation builders, and elders. We are not only building them, we also support them. From what I saw when I was looking at your info, most of you live in property that is indirectly owed by our club or is heavily influenced by some of our members so in other words your leases won’t be a problem for us. Those of you that are working are doing things to survive rather than living and doing something you enjoy. The club offers you that, but it is your choice.”
Damn, Simba never let me know that they owned that much property and they could also provide us with jobs. I have to see where this takes me.
“For those of you who wish to return, you have 3 hours to report back here.”
He gave us the list which consisted of three black khaki suits, a pair of boots, pair of sneakers, a pair of shorts, and underwear. Everything else we needed to let go until we finished the process.
I did not care, I was returning. I wasn’t that attached to anything anyway. I really wanted to see how
deep this club could take me. The only thing I needed to save was my money and the rest I could let go. I was back at the spot in a hour and a half. Malik was surprised that I was back that soon.
“I expected you to return, but I was not expecting you this soon.”
“Big Bra I need something like this. In the streets if I had to do some dirt in another city I would have no problem leaving right away. I figured that this was a  important situation and I want to take it as far as I can, and get out of it as much as I can.”
“Well  Kwabena,  I want you to understand that once this process starts you may feel different.”
After that statement he looked at me and I felt uneasy, but I figured whatever came my way I would be able to handle it. For some reason I felt that I was born for this.
Two and a half hours had passed and everyone returned. It wasn’t surprising. We were basically handed a golden opportunity. There was nothing out there for us except them fuckin streets or somebodies slave job, and I had no plans on going back to either one.
I looked around at each person and I knew that each one felt something similar. It was scary as hell waiting for who knows what, but it was worth the risk. Malik got up looking official and threw us “one of those smiles.” You know the kind that someone gives you when they got you where they want you. He looked at us and then and his warriors and said “Welcome to the Underworld.”
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