HQ BK 2
the world is yours
by rebecca jean-louis
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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TWO
2010 – Pierre
Mundo texted me from the hospital: El bebé ya llegó. Es un niño!
“The golden boy got his boy,” Hopeton commented.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THREE
2010 – People Properly Planning
Hopeton would meet me at the airport and we’d fly in to Port au Prince together the second week of September.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FOUR
2010 – Back To Back
“Wait, so you’re bailing on me?” Olmando looked legitimately upset.
Like I’d betrayed him.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FIVE
2010 – MIA
Lying next to Mistou felt like peace. But I couldn’t shut my brain off.
I had to keep moving.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SIX
2010 – Comfort Food
It was a decent meal for our first day in Port au Prince, but I couldn’t wait to get Hopeton out to some local street food spots.
I needed a big-ass pate kòde ak aranso in my life.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SEVEN
2010 – Foreshadowing
The next morning, I woke up, realized I was in Port au Prince and felt at peace within myself.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED EIGHT
2010 – Lajan
I rapped on the table with my knuckles and said, “Alright, motherfuckers, let’s get this show on the road. We have shit to do today.”
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINE
2010 – Just Like Jamaica!
A four-hour drive stretched ahead of us, one that wound through Port au Prince up to the coast, past Carrefour and Léogâne, across the mountain range of central Haiti, then down to the southern coast.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TEN
2010 – Testing The Waters
“Fuck it,” Édo said. “Nou bezwen manchèt yo.”
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED ELEVEN
2010 – Capicú Part III
Édo turned to Bwa and said, “Pa bwè twòp aswè a. Demen fòk ou klè.”
Hopeton looked at Édo for a minute then turned to me, quizzically.
“He told Bwa not to get too fucked up tonight because we need him to be on point tomorrow,” I translated.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TWELVE
2010 – Market Research
“Édo,” Hopeton said, “you, Pierre and myself need to have a sit down to discuss what your role would be, if you want in.”
Édo smiled. He wanted in.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED THIRTEEN
2010 – Tent City
Mireille picked me up the next morning at 8:30, in one of those big, white UN trucks.

