This is part #2b of Chapter 2 in the "Backsliding" story, an excerpt from the book of the same name, "Backsliding."
When Chetalee first got started on the journey, she didn't know anything, nor did we. She only knew enough to have known that she didn't know.

As for the rest of us, as a whole, we didn't seem to know what we all needed to know, to get to the next level, on the go, where we could become more than just the perpetual servant class you know. At the time, too, we were glorying in it, seemingly. "Yes, it's true."
"I know." She had to establish an education fund, designed to fund promising young minds, (promising young black minds only.) Through institutions of higher learning, and beyond, all around the gum tree. It was not easy, she would have lost quite a few of her most promising prospects along the way home to feed me, in the early days. But she had factored those possibilities into the mix from day one, as it says. She and her team just shook it off their heads and continued pressing forward and onward, mi bred. The result is now becoming clear for all to see, including the naysayers pounding it on the drywall like me. Graduates from these early initiatives can be found heading several nursery projects and startup institutions today, in the Caribbean, Africa, Asia, and further afield. Wherever black people were, and is, people who had finally woken up to the realization of where we as a people really were, in the grand and glorious scheme of things on the floor.
Such people were starting to realize that it was not good. Had come to realize too, that, that was never going to be good. They have now caught on to the vision of where we need to go, and what we need to do to get there. These folks are now eager to join in and are ready and willing to put their shoulders to the wheel and steer. To get a-moving forward, so I hear. The foundation has been showing up there alongside them, wherever these people are, in the world, and hiding. They are showing up armed and ready to assist and enable them. "Give people purpose, show them the possibilities and anything can, and will happen," she had said, Chetalee it was, who was heard to have said this.
If Chii, did it, so can you, and yes, me too. Have you noticed the shift? Yes, some others from among the brothers have been taking notice. Imagine with me for a moment. Like, imagine how the Chinese are going around these days doing it. They're going throughout the developing world, such as Africa, the Caribbean, etc. lending money to them and building things such as roads. Railways and many other types of mega infrastructure to stay and spend on codes, okay? They're masters of these sorts of things these days, yeah. But they didn't get to be that good overnight, no way. Don't be afraid of stage fright, I'd say. It probably took them years, decades, centuries perhaps, to hone their skills and perfect the arts. Just imagine, that Chinese engineer who just designed and built you that fine highway on the home end. He was once a baby, you know, just like you were, and me too, now we are all grown men, and maybe more so, than them, yes.
But he too, grew up, and someone would have taught him how to design and build highways. That someone was most likely in his family lineage, doing things "my way." Let's say it was his great-grandfather who was the very first in the family to have ventured out and taken a shot at building roads off the highway. Probably just a stone pathway into his yard, using bricks, stones, or boards, all night all day. But he did it well enough to have garnered some interest and admiring stares from passers-by and the guards over there. Then words started getting around, "Have you seen Chii's walkway, on the grounds? That thing sure looks good, boy." So, you know that every other Chinese man and his first cousin, is now going to want an upgrade to his walkway too, and by the dozen, "Ooh! What a joy!" Chii is now starting to get path-building jobs, and many more opportunities too, to practice and hone his skills. "Mi god!"
"Yes, but just chill." Chii is surely going to get his hands and fingers bruised and battered in the process. But that will not hinder him any, from going on to progress. Chii then started looking at ways to make his job easier and the workload lighter. So, he brought in his sons; one, two, three. All of them were to come, and then comes the lady - "Yuh mean; she?"
"Yes, she went in too, when he invited his and hers to come and see, them, yes, his daughters came and joined him too. Because the business is now booming anew. He even had to invest in some heavy-duty tools, then invent some more into the debt he had to borrow to help him pay the fools. But as for you and me, what kind of people are we? We pray for jobs, always, instead of going out and creating them for us and our children's coming days. Keep praying for those jobs. The robots are coming and, as for them. They ain't praying none. So, what the heck can they do anyway? Absolutely nothing I'd say. Right?
"Right."
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