Terror Firsthand #18: All Over The Place

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional short story blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try any thing dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: All Over The Place 

Meeting Aji Manjuni inside of Memphis nightclub 

When I got back to Miami, people were looking at me funny everywhere I went so I covered my face and body. I didn't want to attract any gays or mentally retarded women. Sometimes they flock to me and I find it extremely gross and disgusting. I don't want to be their friend. 

After I arrived in Miami, I left as soon as I got there. People were still wearing rest in peace Oya Negra Capone T-shirts, and they were eyesores. I drove towards Memphis, Tennessee - a place that I've never seen before. As soon as I arrived, my phone rang.

"What's up, you still in Oregon?" Asked the voice on the other end. It was obviously Jimmy.

"No." I responded.

"Oh, I wanted to see you." He lied. 

That motherf*cker did not want to see me. If he did, he would have saw me when I was around. I hung up on him and blocked his number. While in Memphis, the views on the 'Big Fans' video went viral. I had 100,000 views in the first week. I wanted to celebrate, so I went to a nightclub. While I was at the bar, a guy came over to me.

"What's up boo. You by yourself huh?!" Said the strange man.

"Yeah, and don't call me boo. Call me Oya Obinidodo." I replied.

"Okay, well my name is Aji Manjuni, but people call me Man Man." He said.

"I'll just call you Aji Manjuni then." I said. 

He then laughed. 

"So can I buy you a drink?" He asked.

"No, I don't want a drink. I have to drive." I replied.

"I can drive you home." Said Aji.

"Nah. I don't think that's a wise idea. I just met you. Are you from Memphis?" I asked.

"Nah. I'm not from Memphis. I am from New York City. I'm just here on vacation." He said. 

That was music to my ears. I didn't want to meet a Memphis man. He would be too fu*king phoney. Meeting tourist is always a better option.

"So what do you do for a living? What part of New York City are you from?" I asked.

"I don't work. I'm retired, and I'm from Brooklyn." He said. 

Oh gosh. Not BK. 

"What did you do before you retired? You look mighty young. You still have about 25 more years to work!" I said. 

"I was a janitor for an airport." He said. "And yes, I am young. I'm only 35." 

"Okay." I said. I was done asking questions. 

"So can I get your number?" Asked Aji.

"Yes. My number is 888-491-1626." I said. 

Then he texted me.

"Save my number." He said.

"I will." I replied. 

After that Aji walked away. I stayed in the club for about another hour and then bounced. After I got back to the hotel, Aji called.

"What's up Oya Obinidodo? Would you like to link up tonight ?" He asked. It was 2 in the morning. There's only one thing a guy wants at 2 am, and that's sex.

"How about tomorrow?" I asked.

"Umm. I have to work tomorrow." He said.

"But I thought you just said you were retired? And I thought you said you were from Brooklyn?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I have a little job on the side. You know." He said. He sounded like a liar.

"Okay. We'll hit me up when you don't have to work then. I'll be in Memphis for three more days." I said.

"Come on boo. Why not now? You can trust me. I have a bottle of Rose and a box of chocolates for you." Said Aji. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Okay I guess you can come. I'm at the Stonebridge Hotel. Room 679." I said and hung up the phone. He was still calling me boo.

I started getting dressed. I took a shower, lit some candles, and cut on some smooth jazz. Thirty minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

"Hi Aji." I said.

"Hello."  He said, while handing me the Rose and chocolates. 

Aji seemed a bit off, like he was lying about something, but I brushed it off. It was almost 3 in the morning. After he got in the room, his cell phone rang. He stepped outside of the room to take the call. I rushed to the door and put my ear to the door so I could listen. He had his phone on speaker. I guess he thought I was minding my business. 

"Yeah I'm at the room with her right now nigga." He said.

"How she looking?" Asked the other man.

"Yeah how the b*tch looking?" Asked another voice. It was a woman.

"She look kinda gay." Said Aji. Soon he said that I was ready for him to leave. 

"You think she'll do it?" Asked the woman. She had a very raspy, ghetto voice. 

"Yeah she looks like she would." Said Aji.

"Man ask that h*e if she'll do it then." Said the other man. 

"Aight. I will." He said.

He hung up the phone.

Then he walked back in the room. I acted like I was coming out of the bathroom and then I rushed back over to the bed. 

"So let me ask you something." Said Aji. 

"Can my two friends come over?" He said.

"Um no. I'm about to go to sleep." I said.

"Oh come on. It'll be fun! It's boring in here. Lighten up!" He said. Now he sounded like the guy from my nightmare again. Carlos Alejandro Santiago.

"Nah. I don't wanna meet anyone. I thought you wanted me to yourself." I said. 

"I think I'm going to leave." He said, and grabbed the bottle of wine and chocolates and then left. 

"Whew!" I said. "That's was easy." 

I didn't have to fight him off of me. He just left. If he had of walked away from the door while he was on the phone, I would've never known how he really felt about me. He thought I was gay. How mean. I already know not to let guys invite more strangers to my place. I'm not trying to meet all of those people. Just the one person I give my number to. 

I looked up Aji 'Man Man' Manjuni on Facebook, and it said that he was a resident of Memphis on his profile, and that he worked for a supermarket called The Abeshuku Market. There was no janitorial history on there and no Brooklyn. All the pictures of him were taken in Tennessee. There were also pictures of his seven small children on there. All of his friends on there were from Memphis. It was messy. He was no where near my type. I fell asleep at 4 am, and realized that I would never have to see him again. 

The next morning, I woke up and decided that I wanted to get something to eat and drink from The Abeshuku Market. I saw Aji working at register 1, so I went to his line.

"Why you lie? You said you were from Brooklyn, and that you were a retired janitor." I said.

"Now you stalking me at my job?" He asked.

"Nigga I'm not stalking you. I just hate liars. You almost got in my panties, but you weren't even smooth enough." I said. He looked at me with disgust. Like he couldn't stand the sight of me.

"Did you even pay for the rose and chocolates or did you just walk outta here with them?" I asked, while laughing at him. 

"Looka here, don't come to my job anymore. Get a life!" He said, and walked away from the register. 

I exited the store, and went back to the hotel. I went online and submitted a job application to The Abeshuku Market. A day later I was hired for an interview. I went into the hiring manager's office.

"Hello. My name is Elaine Juanita Wilkerson, people call me Ms. Juanita. I'm the manager here at The Abeshuku Market. What position are you looking for?" The manager asked. I was hoping the hiring manager would be a man, but it wasn't.

"I'm looking to be a supervisor." I said. I hated working around people, especially women, and I hated the public. I don't even know why I was there.

"Have you ever worked as a supervisor before?" She asked.

"No, I haven't." I replied.

"How much experience do you have working at a grocery store?" She asked.

"None." I said.

"I think a cashier would be a better position for you then. We start at $7.25 per hour." Said Elaine Wilkerson.

"Can you start me at $17?" I asked.

"Well how it works is, you will get a $1 raise every 12 months, so basically that means you would have to work here for 10 years to get $17." Said Elaine. She had to be out of her f*cking mind.

"Do you guys even offer benefits?" I asked.

"Yes you get 1% off every purchase you make here and a one week paid vacation every 12 months." She replied. 

That sounded bad. What a horrible job offer.

"Do you guys have medical benefits or school scholarships?" I inquired.

"Yes, you get a $100 copay at each doctor visit and if you go back to school, you will get 10% off every purchase you make here at The Abeshuku Market with your employee student discount." She replied. 

That wasn't enough for me. I needed a lower doctor copay, higher wages and higher yearly salary, and a free education and a larger discount off the store purchases. More like 75% off.  I needed more paid vacation time too. More like a whole month.

"I don't think this job would be a good fit for me." I said, as I got up from the table and walked towards the door.

"Good luck finding someone that will pay you that!" She yelled, and shut the office door behind me. 

Then someone tapped me on my shoulder. It was Aji.

"What's up? Thought you didn't want me." I said.

"Well, I don't. I just wanted you to know that your shoes are un tied and I don't want you to trip and fall. I have a heart." He said. 

I tied my shoes and walked out of the store embarrassed. It was the last time that would ever visit The Abeshuku Market again. 

After I left the market, I went back to my hotel room and started packing, I left Memphis the next morning, and headed back towards Louisiana. After I got to Louisiana, I rented out a small one room studio with my unlimited platinum credit card, and started living there with Big C.

"Ahh. Just like old times..." I said out loud, soon I walked inside. 

I fixed myself a glass of bubble chai tea, and started setting up equipment. I drove to the cannabis dispensary to get some weed.

"I don't want any beef with Mevin Died Heaven, Po Block, Rayquan Earth, or PBVA." I said out loud.

They were the only people in Louisiana that I had to look over my shoulders for. I can't even remember what happened to them niggas. I don't know if they died or not. The only death I remember them being linked to was Zyquan Universe all the way in Shark City. 

I decided to hold a casting call there for the first time. I posted an ad on FindVideoModels.com and FindMovieActors.com once again. The ad was almost the same as the last one. It read:

Searching for hot sexy male models for rap music video. Must be 25 and older (no women please). Pay is $60 per hour and up. No prior experience needed. 

Searching for actors for an upcoming horror movie, must have full availability and provide a recent acting reel. Pay is negotiable. Body must be in shape. 

After about three days, I finally received a few responses. One was from a man named Rameel, and another was from a man name Kyle, and another was from a man name Bunbukar. There were also two others, Rafael and Ramone. There were others too, but I didn't have time to read all of the responses. I also received responses for the horror movie, but I'll get around to that later. I was focused on making a new music video. I sent all of the applicants an email letting them know that the casting call would be held next Friday, at 6pm. All of them agreed to show up. 

When Friday at 6 pm came, I had five numbers. I gave each man a number and told them to sit in the waiting area until their number was called. 

"Number 1!" I said out loud. Then I saw someone standing at the door that I didn't expect to see, it was Ray Rock. 

What the f*ck is he doing here?! I thought to myself. I walked over to the door to question him.

"Hey, I wanna be in the video." He said. 

"Well you have to take number just like everyone else. Here." I said, while handing him a number. "Glad you're out of the pen. Welcome back. Thank you for coming. You look great." 

Then I called number one again. 

"Number 1. You can come back now!" I said, while directing number 1 to the back. 

"Hi my name is Ramone Hussabi." He said.

"Hi Ramone. I'm going to cut the song on. When the music comes on just dance and bop your head. Act as tough as you can but still keep dancing." I requested. Then I pressed play and my voice was blasting through the speakers. Ramone started bopping his head.

"Great Ramone. Now show me something that I've never seen before." I said. 

"What do you mean?" He asked. 

"I don't know, be creative!" I replied. 

He started walking around the room on a hand stand, while still bopping his head to the music.

"Great! You've got the part! Now you can come back next Friday at the same time to shoot the video." I said. Ramone walked out then I called Ray Rock. 

"Number Six!" I yelled.

Ray Rock got up and walked to the back. He hugged me and said, 

"People still like the old song. Why don't you let me add a verse to your new song?" He asked. He saw me holding a casting call and wanted more money and thought that I had 30 bands like last time. That's the real reason he was there. 

"I'm sorry but the song is already recorded and ready for release, but if you want to make a remix with me that would work." I said.

"Aight, can you pay me now, I'm kind of short on cash. I just got out the joint." He lied. 

Ray Rock was never short on cash. He was just being greedy and had way more money than me. 

"I'm sorry Ray Rock, but I can't pay 30 bands again. I don't have it. I don't have anything to give you at all." I said. I knew that an artist as famous as him did not want a $60 an hour part. 

"What? You holding a casting call and broke like that? No wonder you can't get these niggas to show up!" He said, while embarrassing the living daylights out of me. 

"I want you to take my song down. I'm embarrassed by you." He said, and walked out to the waiting area and said something out loud to the applicants.

"Y'all letting this bum pay y'all $60? That's all y'all niggas good for? Come on y'all can do better than that. Why don't y'all come to my casting call! I'm having a video shoot next Friday too!" Said Ray Rock. "I'll give you niggas enough money to feed your kids and wives and they'll never want for anything!" 

Now I was really embarrassed.

"Ray Rock! Why don't you pay me then?! Why you making me take the song down!?" I said, feeling my stomach turning. 

"Look, I ain't giving you a dime. Your wack ass probably the one that had me locked up anyway. It happened right after I put out a song with your wack ass. What a coincidence." He bragged. 

All the men in the waiting area got up and followed Ray Rock. I was left in the office by myself. I started responding to the other applications online, but I knew that they weren't going to come. Ray Rock wanted to expose me for being cheap, but one thing he didn't know about me, was that I wasn't a rat. I wasn't the one who told. 

I was beginning to get fed up. This was the second music video casting call I had held, and both of them did not go as well as I expected. I decided to give up and focus on something else. I decided to reply to the responses that I received for the horror movie casting call instead. 

The first person that contacted me was a woman. I ignored her email because I do not speak to women, and I do not give them money for any reason. Not for hair, makeup, clothes, food, a place to stay, concert tickets, or for acting gigs. I do not purchase anything from them. Women do not exist in my life, and that is how I want it to stay forever. If they have a vagina, they have no place in my life. If they have a husband or boyfriend, he can not get any money from me either. That is how I am in real life. 

Several more women started emailing me. One even sent me this. The message read:

I have every right to work for your company. Who do you think you are to turn me down? I have every right to want to look at you and be with you. You can not turn me down. - beoyaobinidodo@gmail.com

I threw up when I saw the message and I started receiving more emails similar to that one. 

You'll never get anywhere in life by treating other women that way. If we want to move as a whole, we have every right to. If we want to include you, we have every right to. You belong to us. You are not alone sista. Everytime you go somewhere by yourself, people are going to think you are with us! 

-Iamoyaobinidodo@gmail.com

All of the responses started looking the same. It was obvious that these women were trolling me. I don't like women that think that way. I don't like women that disrespect my boundaries. If I said stay away from me and do not include me, that's what I mean. I do not owe women anything. 

The next day, both of my ads were flagged for removal and taken down. I blocked the sickening trolls and continued being me. I knew that I couldn't talk to anybody about it because everyone I've ever met was a racist person towards me. I kept the bullying to myself. 

I cancelled the new horror movie and decided to focus on writing instead. I sat around the studio for a few more days and then checked out. I didn't want to be there anymore. I didn't own it anyway. It was rented. I then took a ride to the Golden Tree campground, checked in, and sat inside of the tiny house cabin. 

After a few days of being inside the cabin, I started writing songs for my third solo album 'Terror Firsthand'. It was originally supposed to be called 'New York Serious', but I didn't like the way people were treating me in New York and I didn't wanna go back, not even for a album. I decided to leave that NYC pain in the past, like I did Washington D.C., and move forward. I know that I said I would never visit Louisiana again, but I couldn't think of another place to go. Traveling sucks when people hate you and want you to die. People inflict pain on me everywhere I go.