“My mother, beautiful and white, had travel to Sao Paulo fi spiritual escape. (That is escaping from spirit, yo see, not toward it.) There, my father meet her. He been secretly spying on her while she try on traditional0 Brasileiro dresses. She appall until he allow her her own glances. Soon, love. My mother share her ganja, and my father share he cachaça, and not a year later, I and my Idren was born, all pink like berryjuice. They decide to refrain from naming I&I right away, lest they choose something that would not suit.

I was four when my mother, she move home to Cuba, my father staying in Brasil. He so sad she go, he name me after comfort: Teo, meaning ‘God.’ I not sure it fits. I know Jah is True King, so I feel not so propa good that my name is similar. True that Portuguese, so not so bad.

I live in Bahia, now, witchi Bredren and Sistren. They a bit more Brasileiro, and they also a bit redder than I, but I know I&I all have the ites, ha!

All is well, here. I man is breathing, and Jah smiles pon I.”