GHETTOHEAT® HOTNESS: DRU NOBLE

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GHETTOHEAT® HOTNESS: DRU NOBLE

ONCE A SLAVE

This is not about my crimes.

This is not about my redemption.

It is about my life, and only that.

In the early summer morning of June 18th, 1979, there was a thunderstorm, and I was born. The falling rains would be a prelude to the struggles I would endure. Mere months later, my biological father would abandon me to an uncertain future, this was the first of many abandons. Like so many others of my generation, I faced the brute of an era of drugs, violence and pure apathy; lost souls and shattered dreams.

Cards placed on the table.

A gun, placed on my head.

My very sanity, daring me to play.

Years later, I would have two brothers and a sister who I’d have to watch over and take care, as if I were their father; in a single-parent home, with a mother on welfare. I learned in those early years that I possessed hidden talents while babysitting my siblings, as my mother gambled her nights away. Abilities like drawing, making up fantastic stories, and losing myself in my imagination to worlds that existed only in my head, but at that time, none of this would be harnessed. No, instead, it was buried.

Only for a time.

Being a Gemini, there has always been two sides to me, each trying to conquer the other. One half intelligent, forgiving and understanding, the other, violent and self-destructive—this internal war would play out in my soul, going into my teens. I ran the streets doing things most men twice my age had never done; a young man who’d aged before his years. Taught things of wrong, learned in things of pain. Too many crimes, but this is not about that. Whatever I did, I knew that there was something out there better.

I ignored that calling.

Mental chains shackled my mind, and I allowed it.

I’d become a slave to the cycle of ignorance burdened to me.

When I was seventeen, I participated in a robbery. Any dreams I had after that were destroyed, and my life as I knew it—would come to a tragic conclusion.

Only for a time.

Soon after, I was tried and found guilty of murder in the second degree. Sentenced to twenty years to life, more time than both of my co-defendants put together; given three times the length than the actual murderer in my case. Less than two years later, I was abandoned by everyone I once loved, and would be treated with stark realization, as if I were dead. A living ghost, faced with the bitter truth that people who I believed cared for me: family, friends, even my siblings, would turn their backs on me.

No letters.

No visits.

Nothing…

My bid was done in the harshest of ways—it was done alone. And this would be for a time.

Being in prison can bring out the worse in a person.... I aged before my years, living with hatred, consumed with misery and animosity; I let it feed me, teach and mold me.

This would be the darkest time in my life.

I learned that I wasn’t abandoned completely. GOD sent the one person who would get through to me, my angel, my godmother, Doris Rhett; a woman with more strength and love in her heart than anyone I’d known. Even when I tried to push her away and show that my madness was stronger, my godmother’s patience and understanding hand, did the impossible—she helped heal my demons, and eventually destroyed them. She told me, “Son, you are not dead, the person you were is. GOD has other plans for you; I know this.” And she stood by me, unmoving—I love her for that; I always will.

It was time for a man to be reborn.

Eventually, I let my past go, shed the brewing anger. The chains that held my mind since childhood, shattered in a million pieces, and ironically, in the pit of prison. For the first time in life, I was set free. Natural-born talents, along with many I didn’t know I had, returned to me. I began to re-awaken my imagination, and ventured back into worlds that had never left my dreams, which had never ABANDONED me. I found out that some members of my family would stand firm beside me, and a door would be open where I would meet new ones.

This would also be for a time.

Then came a day where a brother I respected and known for years, would hand me a note that had the name and address of a new writer and publisher—one looking to publish works of other thought-provoking writers. His company name is GHETTOHEAT®; his name is simply, HICKSON.

The voice of my godmother played in my head: “God has other plans for you.” I took that paper, and soon after, got a taste of those plans.

My name is DRU NOBLE.

I am an enigma of many things.

But I am a slave no more.

Now it’s time…

DRU NOBLE is author of the extraordinary science fiction adventure, SONZ OF DARKNESS. Contact DRU NOBLE at DRU@GHETTOHEAT.COM

[HICKSON]

 

ONCE A SLAVE by DRU NOBLE

 

This is not about my crimes.
This is not about my redemption.
It is aboutlife, and only that.my

 

In the early summer morning of June 18th, 1979, there was a thunderstorm, and I was born. The falling rains would be a prelude to the struggles I would endure. Mere months later, my biological father would abandon me to an uncertain future, this was the first of many abandons. Like so many others of my generation, I faced the brute of an era of drugs, violence and pure apathy; lost souls and shattered dreams.

 

Cards placed on the table.
A gun, placed on my head. 
My very sanity, daring me to play.
            
Years later, I would have two brothers and a sister who I’d have to watch over andcare, as if I were their father; in a single-parent home, with a mother on welfare. I learned in those early years that I possessed hidden talents while babysitting my siblings, as my mother gambled her nights away. Abilities like drawing, making up fantastic stories, and losing myself in my imagination to worlds that existed only in my head, but at that time, none of this would be harnessed. No, instead, it was buried.take

 

Only for a time.

 

Being a Gemini, there has always been two sides to me, each trying to conquer the other. One half intelligent, forgiving and understanding, the other, violent and self-destructive—this internal war would play out in my soul, going into my teens. I ran the streets doing things most men twice my age had never done; a young man who’d aged before his years. Taught things of wrong, learned in things of pain. Too many crimes, but this is not about that. Whatever I did, I knew that there was something out there better.

 

I ignored that calling.

 

Mental chains shackled my mind, and I allowed it. I’d become a slave to the cycle of ignorance burdened to me. When I was seventeen, I participated in a robbery. Any dreams I had after that were destroyed, and my life as I knew it—would come to a tragic conclusion.

 

Only for a time.

 

Soon after, I was tried and found guilty of murder in the second degree. Sentenced to twenty years to life, more time than both of my co-defendants put together; given three times the length than the actual murderer in my case. Less than two years later, I was abandoned by everyone I once loved, and would be treated with stark realization, as if I were dead. A living ghost, faced with the bitter truth that people who I believed cared for me: family, friends, even my siblings, would turn their backs on me.

 

No letters. 
No visits. 
Nothing…

 

My bid was done in the harshest of ways—it was done alone. And this would be for a time. Being in prison can bring out the worse in a person… I aged before my years, living with hatred, consumed with misery and animosity; I let it feed me, teach and mold me. 

 

This would be the darkest time in my life. 

 

I learned that I wasn’t abandoned completely. GOD sent the one person who would get through to me, my angel, my godmother, a woman with more strength and love in her heart than anyone I’d known. Even when I tried to push her away and show that my madness was stronger, my godmother’s patience and understanding hand, did the impossible—she helped heal my demons, and eventually destroyed them. She told me, “Son, you are not dead, the person you were is. GOD has other plans for you; I know this.” And she stood by me, unmoving—I love her for that; I always will. 

 

It was time for a man to be reborn. 

 

Eventually, I let my past go, shed the brewing anger. The chains that held my mind since childhood, shattered in a million pieces, and ironically, in the pit of prison. 

For the first time in life, I was set free. Natural-born talents, along with many I didn’t know I had, returned to me. I began to re-awaken my imagination, and ventured back into worlds that had never left my dreams, which had never ABANDONED me. I found out that some members of my family would stand firm beside me, and a door would be open where I would meet new ones. 

 

This would also be for a time.

 

Then came a day where a brother I respected and known for years, would hand me a note that had the name and address of a new writer and publisher—one looking to publish works of other thought-provoking writers. His company name is GHETTOHEAT®; his name is simply, HICKSON. The voice of my godmother played in my head: “God has other plans for you.” I took that paper, and soon after, got a taste of those plans.

 

My name is DRU NOBLE.
I am an enigma of many things.
But I am a slave no more.
Now it’s time…

SONZ OF DARKNESS
WRITTEN BY DRU NOBLE
SONZ OF DARKNESS
EDITED BY HICKSON
SONZ OF DARKNESS
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