There’s this Columbian dude that acts as some of our illegal labor,
” Duban” pronounced “Doo-Bahn”, this fucking cat, this guy, his story is something else..
Worked in high level scenarios, in England, has a wife and daughter in Columbia, sends his money…like so many others.
But that’s not why I see him,like, I notice what this guy is.
I was boss over his projects for a while, I’d stroll through every few weeks to see how things were going.
His work…
“Jesus Christ dude”—– his work is as good as mine, when I cared. When I felt pride in it. This guy still has it.
Nah, his work is better than mine, naturally.
A lesser man would feel threatened, or jealous or what the fuck ever.
But the first time I saw Duban’s work, I put a firm hand on his shoulder, several inches shorter than I..
“Cunado,,, your work is better than mine”
You care more than I do. It is more beautiful. It is more naturally. I can see your flow….
fucking respect, respect.
There’s nothing that you cannot do.
Also,,,, there’s nothing that I can do, nothing that you couldn’t do better than I.
Fucking panther in his head, kindness in his heart,, the nicest fucking Columbian dude.
Decent English, not great but not bad, but his fucking mind,,,
I recognize you , human.
It’s not my place to judge you or your choices.
I still respect the fuck out of you.
And then today, I find out his Father in Columbia died, very unexpected.
And he couldn’t go. He couldn’t leave the country because he would never be allowed to return. I think he has a work Visa, I know he couldn’t leave, he couldn’t go and bury his blood, he couldn’t go and be with his mother, he couldn’t go and be with his people.
What do you even say to someone?
Someone having that kind of day?
Little mother fucker wanted to go to work, wanted to go oversee his projects…
We told him no, return when you’re ready…
The fuck do you say???
I texted him.
“My thoughts are with you today Senior, I am very sorry for your pain”
He responded with kindness, as always.
“Thank you my friend, I am thankful for your words”
Broken English, not great writing, but the heart was there.
I fuckin love that guy.
He’s the nicest fuckin dude.
Not a hint of bitterness.
Not a mother fuckin cocksucking hint of anger, or taking shit for granted,, like legit, legit gratitude.
While I complain,
While I wallow.
While I fuck around with the blues because that victim shit feels so natural…
Duban is out there.
Being a real mother fucker whilst I walk around like a bitch.
Love Duban
dawn 