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Hearing the thunder, I was sad. I just knew I wasn't going to see that fight. I didn't have the Pay-Per-View Channel, and the regular TV news just didn't give updates on women's boxing. I began to hear another roar of thunder remembering how afraid my mother was of lightening storms.
So I laid down that night and began to dream. I dream that my mother was alive again trying to raise me, my brother, and my father. We were all outside sitting on the back porch in the country. My father said, "Laila Ali is going to be boxing down town, and I got to see that fight." My father was like a big child when he loved seeing something.
Me and my brother were getting excited and my mother said, "Y'all ain't going down there. I see a bad cloud in the sky. I thought I saw it lightening. It is lightening! Y'all c'mon in the house! Shut the door behind you. You're daddy can stay outside if he wants to."
When the storm came up, everything got dark. My mother made us turn the TV off, the fans off, and anything that ran by electricity. It was a hot summer day too. My mother, my brother, and I were fanning hard, and we could hear us fanning . It was so hot that we could feel the sweat from each other's legs. It was too hot to sit beside one another, and my father stood in the door looking out.
My mother began to speak to my father and she said, "You are a dangerous man! I wish you would shut that door before some lightening come through here. Get somewhere and sit down while the Lord is doing his work."
My father said, "Woman, it's hot. You bout to make me faint." Finally, my father shut the door, and the storm lasted about an hour.
When the sun came out again,when the rain stopped pouring, and when the bad clouds rolled away, another storm came. This time it was the boxing storm. It was six o'clock in the afternoon. My father was taking a bath and getting ready to see Laila Ali.
I asked, "Ma, can't we go?"
She said, "No, you don't need to be following everywhere behind your daddy. You keep your buts home."
My brother said, "C'mon Maaaaaa!"
My mother looked at my brother and said, "I'm coming on."
When my father was ready, he looked at us and said, "Yall can go."
My mother said, "They don't need to go no where with you. You ain't gonna look out for them anyway. It will probably be a big crowd and so many people there....."
I said, "Ma, you can go too."
My mother looked at me with her hands on her hip and said, "I was planning on staying home today and getting some rest. It's been hot cooking in that kitchen and another storm will probably come up."
To make a long story short, we were all on our way down town to see Laila Ali. We could feel her in the wind, and we could feel her father in the air with her. It was like old times again when Muhammad Ali was in the ring. Seeing her fight was a terrible lightening storm. There was blood and sweat. There was fire coming down with lightening. There was hail as big as golf balls. Laila Ali was the winner. Laila Ali strikes again.
Laila Ali News Adventures © 2010 Gail Nobles
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