i saw it

I am not a writer, perhaps I should be. I can map sci-fi onto reality, at times. Today I saw Blacks everywhere being squeezed out of the burbs and cities due to economic strains. Many have left the country, to Canada, to Mexico and even Africa. They all returned not because of money, the stint in America made them welcome visitors but home it was not. They had no choice but go to the Grand Canyon. There is a place there a mega-city. Looks like rocks and crevices at first, no they are structures. Canyons lined with glazing, and viaducts and terra farming on decks and under glass domes. From a distance, from the air it is invisible. The tourist trade bustles unabated, they in fact have no clue the techno splendor that the natural beauty hides in its clefs. How to get there? It is rumored an underground railroad similar to the one that freed the slaves. But times have changed it is not for fear of race violence, but the need to survive and flourish. By the way, jet cars and hover crafts are practical here, the wheel is ancient technology, useful but inefficient. We made black cities before, they ended in flames and tragedy, what makes this one different. You tell me, we just live in our time with what we have.

In the park of the central place there is a baobab tree, strange and imposing and mysterious, it manages to survive, like us.........Why a baobab tree, trunk can store water, it has flowers, fruit that been food stuff for Africans for eons. Even me with my urban upbringing have heard that the baobab was a tree of life. I have a big tree in my back yard, I would gladly chop it down and plant a baobab.
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