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Awki is a novella about a wealthy Nebraska kid, his self made millionaire father and his poor Peruvian Grandfather from the Andes Mountains who comes for a visit and changes their lives.

The following is my favorite chapter.

Chapter III, The Football Game
Nebraskans are crazy about their football and dad had front row season tickets and owned a sky box at Nebraska's Memorial Football Stadium. Awki had never seen a football game but told us that back in Peru he loved going to watch soccer games.

Dad decided that Saturday we would go and watch Nebraska play Texas.

“Son, I am going to go up to the sky box. Need to connect to the Internet and get some work done”, said dad as soon as we got to the Stadium.

“Dad am going to take Awki to the front row seats.”

“Pops, watch my son. Big crowds here” Said Dad heading towards the sky box.

Awki and I sat on the front row seats. Awki did not have a clue about football but had a great time cheering, doing the wave, eating pop-corn and drinking pop.

Every time Nebraska scored a touchdown and the crowd got up and cheered Awki would cheer as loud and with as much enthusiasm as a born Nebraskan and, unknowingly, he was charming the people around us.

Well... there was the one time Texas scored and Awki got up an cheered loudly only to realize he was cheering for the wrong team by the puzzled look of all those around him.

“Oops wrong team” he said in Spanish as he laughed and clapped his thighs.

Those around him broke into laugher. No one had understood what Awki said but everyone knew the old man was laughing at himself and having a good time with his grandson.

Pretty soon people around us were giving him hats, and flags, and shirts. Awki wked into the stadium a Peruvian but he walked out a Nebraskan.

The bad thing about Nebraska football games is the traffic. It took us a long time to get out of Lincoln and by then my dad was starting to lose his temper.

As we entered the highway Awki leaned forward and picked a bag. “A gift for you. I thought I lost it when we went down the ditch” he said in Spanish as he handed me a strange looking rope and a bag of stones.

Just as I was going to ask what it was a pickup cut in front of us.

“Morons!!” Yelled dad pushing the horn as hard as he could.

The pickup driver slammed on the brakes forcing my dad onto the shoulder of the road.

“Morons!” Yelled dad again bringing the car to a stop.

Three big guys got out of the pickup, rushed our car, opened the doors, pulled us out of the car and threw us on the ground.

Dad stood up and was pushed hard on the chest. He stumbled back, hit the pickup, fell down and scrambled to get back to his feet.

The big guys noticed that Awki was an old man and I just a kid. They ignored us and headed towards my dad who knew did not have a chance but was ready to fight.

“Awww!!!!!!!” yelled one of the aggressors falling to the ground grabbing his knee and rolling on the ground in pain.

We turned around and saw Awki swinging the strange looking rope over his head,

“Tell them” He said in Spanish “Tell them their face is about the size of the left rear view mirror on their pickup.”

As soon as I had finished translating Awki released one end of the rope and a rock came flying out and the left rear view mirror on their pickup exploded into very small pieces.

We looked back at Awki who had already loaded another rock.

“Tell them I can do the same to their faces.”

As soon I finished translating I could see two of the guys were uncertain but the biggest one looked very upset and itching for a fight.

“Let's rush the old man” Suggested the biggest of the guys.

“Tell them they are two. Tell them to watch the left and right rear lights on their pickup” Said Awki.

As soon as I had finished translating the left rear light on their pickup exploded into pieces and almost immediately the right rear light exploded into pieces. By the time we turned back to look at Awki he had loaded another rock.

“Tell them I can hit a rat on the run and in a fight, with this weapon, I will kill a man! Tell them to get back in their pickup and drive away or I will kill them!”

I did not need to translate. The big guys realized they had no chance and were very much at risk.

“Tell the old man to take it easy” said the guy who had wanted to rush Awki.

“Tell him we are leaving” he said as they picked up their friend, slowly walked back, climbed into their pickup and left.

“What is that, Awki?”

“A Waraka, a honda said Awki” Handing me my gift back.

“It is an ancient weapon. It is the weapon the Incas used in the hunt and in war. It is a weapon replaced by the gun but in Andes, those of us that keep the ancient ways, still know this weapon.” Explained Awki.

Would you like to learn how to use it? He asked.

“Oh yes! Best gift ever!”

“So this is what a sling looks like, this is what David used to slay Goliath.” I thought as my dad started the car and drove back home.


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