AFROFUTURIUSM by G.E. Moore
Pops pulled over to the curb, put on the emergency flashers and told us to sit tight. It was a fairly busy street and he was definitely parking illegally, but something had caught his eye and had compelled him to stop. I was, maybe, six years old at the time. Everything to me was an adventure then so the thought of such disruption, cars zooming towards us, swerving at the last minute, horns…















