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Victor

by DiamondAT

Victor

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Victor

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Ethiopian literature professor Michael Jackson arrives off the boat from East Africa to the United States - Minnesota, to be exact, to pursue a career for teaching Ethiopian literature at his assigned University. As he has a struggle to find a decent hotel where he was, Michael comes upon a house of two people: a widow and her son. When he meets the young lad, he immediately takes a liking to him, and vice versa. While he stays in the household and Minneapolis for a teaching position at a HBCU, the pair grow closer and closer until an accident turns tragic. As they get closer, questions will come, and answers will be just as damning. Will Michael be able to keep his love? His sweetheart? His Victor?

Prince sat on the bed after coming back into the house, still in a haze after sending Michael off. When he entered back into the house, he saw his mother finishing up breakfast and left her to it, but only reluctantly. He noticed that she wasn't humming a little tune to herself, and she also wasn't doing these little shake dances she always did whenever she cooked a meal for the small family of two. While sitting in his room, he tried to decide between continuing his novel, or go back to thinking about Michael. Choosing the latter, he thought of how Michael's brown skin gleamed under the lights in the house.

He envisioned Michaels eyes as they were filled with wonder and curiosity. That probably had to do with being in a new continent, but nonetheless, he still looked amazing. Prince's hands itched to touch his loose curls; his fingers diving in and out of the black sea of silk. Oh, and his voice: his voice did wonders to both Prince and his mother. It was neither deep nor high, but ranged in the middle; maybe if he felt a certain way, then his voice changed. Michael seemed sincere in all he did, even though Prince knew nothing of him. He heard a thud and jumped slightly. He blinked and looked around, then spotted his hardback novel, fallen like a soldier in war.

He scrambled to pick it up and placed it on his dresser drawer. Just when he was about to sit, he smelled the irreplaceable scent of bacon, his favorite breakfast food, next to omelets. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air, smiling when he got the smell trapped in his nostrils again. He opened his eyes and made his way outside of his room, following his nostrils to the kitchen. There, in her apron, Mattie had a smile placed on her face as she looked at Prince, holding up a plate of waffles and pancakes. She looked like the perfect housewife, the perfect mother. Kind of like the blondes you see in the fifties home magazines, the ones with the rosy cheeks and facial expressions like nothing is wrong, leading the perfect household.

He approached her with a smile that was just as big and sat at the table. "Good morning, Mama. How's it been so far?" he asked. She giggled and set a plate in front of him, then placed two pancakes on top, covering the decorative print of it.

"Just fine, honey. What about you?" She kissed his cheek and placed some scrambled eggs in their own little corner of his plate.

"It's been good so far, Ma. I talked to Michael before he left to find a taxi, finally," he giggled. Mattie smiled to herself and made another plate of food for herself. "I, uh, I even told him how much he reminded me of Dad," Prince admitted. He thought his reaction would be pure anger on top of anger on top of Hell, but surprisingly, she only smiled.

"That's nice, honey. Truth be told, he reminds me a little of your father, too." She thought all of this was perfect: they both felt the same of Michael and she felt it was God telling her that she belonged to Michael; telling her that they came together for a reason. Mattie finally found someone that could make her feel like John. "The way Michael spoke moved me like your father's words did. Last night at dinner, I actually felt like John Nelson was at my table instead of Michael Jackson." Prince nodded as he began to pour syrup on his pancakes. "Anything else you want to tell me, sugar?" she asked.

"Good," she smiled.

Michael  
"Love to the Grave is widely considered as modern Ethiopian literature. A definite classic, ladies and gentleman. Not be seen as hopping on the Ethiopian bandwagon, but Haddis Alemayehu is one of my favorite authors. The way he brings emotions to the characters is what gets me," he expressed while holding the said book tight. The students took down notes and little sayings as they listened. He continued, "Bezabih is one of the lead characters in Alemayehu's Love to the Grave. Bezabih was the only child of Wudinesh Betamu and Bogale Mebratu. Bezabih's illnesses during infancy and childhood defined the flow of the story. If that doesn't get you interested, then this book is not for you."

The students and staff of the Department of Literature nodded and listened and hung on to every word Michael said. The DL were seriously considering giving Michael a job. The way he talked, the way he looked, the way he persuaded would definitely be a hook for them. If they could get Michael, then the school would be an immediate success.  "I like him," Gregory Ritts leaned into and whispered to his co-worker, Lisa Don. She nodded with her arms crossed, looking straight ahead to Michael. "He will definitely be a rise for us," he said again.

"Yes, Greg. He definitely would, and with the different languages he can speak, we can actually start an Amharic language class with him as a professor as well; double the pay if he's teaching in literature and in language. It's perfect, I swear!" she whispered as Michael continued talking.

Michael went on and on, gaining admiration within the auditorium. As everyone was leaving, Michael whistled as he walked off the stage, proud of himself and everyone that took the time to listen to him. Usually, many people grew bored of hearing him talk, but this fine group of individuals didn't.

Greg and Lisa spotted him going to the door, so they took fast action and hurried towards him. "Mr. Jackson!" Lisa shouted, running to catch him with Gregory behind, trying to do the same.

He turned around and smiled. "Oh. Hello. Is there something you two needed?"

"Well," Lisa started, "I just want to be the first to say that you were amazing, Sir. I mean, everything you've said was just so moving and so informative. A real amazing treat for everyone."

"I agree, Mr. Jackson. I honestly think you have this opportunity in the bag," Greg added.

"Thank you two so much. I appreciate it very much. Thank you." His hopes and dreams and spirits had gone up in that moment; it was so amazing.

"You're welcome. Listen, how would you like to teach your language as well as Ethiopian literature? It's a lot of money into that," Greg said. "If you agree, Lisa and I will get a class started that will have four courses put into it. Like I've said before, it'll be a lot of money, and no fees either. The only time money will be involved is donations from the students and the DL for if you decide to do certain projects. What do you say, Mr. Jackson? Will you do it?"