Kung Fu Trip

Home > Other > Kung Fu Trip > Page 7
Kung Fu Trip Page 7

by Benjamin Zephaniah


  I then rang my mother, just to tell her that I missed her. Then I spent the next two hours ringing around friends to make sure they had not been arrested and that they knew where to find help if they or any of their family were arrested. This was today’s Britain. We were told that we were free to express our political and religious beliefs, but not, it seemed, if you were a Muslim or a friend of a Muslim.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Return of the Money Monk

  The next morning I woke up early and packed, and waited for my taxi driver to take me from the hotel to the airport.

  I had been in the check-in queue for less than ten minutes when I saw a sight I never thought I’d see again. Iron Breath and Yanli were heading my way.

  Yanli was out of breath. Iron Breath was not.

  ‘What’s the matter? Have I done something wrong?’ I said.

  ‘I don’t know what’s happening,’ said Yanli. ‘Iron Breath just called me this morning and told me to take him to meet you here. I have no idea what it’s about.’

  ‘Well, you’re here now. Ask him what’s wrong.’

  She spoke to him but he said nothing. He just stepped forward and stood right in front of me. I thought he was going to shoot me or blow me away with his iron breath. He reached into his robe and pulled out a parcel wrapped in Mickey Mouse wrapping paper and handed it to me.

  ‘A present,’ I said. ‘Isn’t that nice? You came all this way to give me a present.’

  I bowed slightly and gave the Buddhist blessing, ‘Er me tuo fo.’

  I turned to Yanli. ‘Thank him for me, please.’

  ‘Open it,’ she said.

  I unwrapped the Mickey Mouse paper to find a bundle of money. I could tell by the rubber bands around the notes that these were the very same notes that I had paid Iron Breath with. Two distinct bundles. One from the first payment, and one from the second. Yanli was as surprised as me. She began speaking to him quickly and excitedly, then she turned to me.

  ‘He said that all the money that you paid to him is there except one hundred and sixty yuan, which he used to buy the kung fu suit for you.’

  ‘And he wants me to take it all back?’ I said, in disbelief.

  ‘Yes,’ she said.

  ‘Wow!’ I said, amazed. ‘But why?’

  ‘It’s a Chinese thing,’ she said.

  This is why I love China and the Chinese people. You never know what’s just over the hill. Ancient tombs have computers carved into them; you think someone is working you to death when they are actually bringing new life to you; the person you think is ripping you off is just saving your money for you. They really know how to be cruel to be kind.

  The check-in queue moved on.

  ‘I think I have to go now,’ I said. ‘Please thank him from the bottom of my heart.’

  ‘I will,’ said Yanli.

  I smiled, Yanli smiled, and then it happened. Iron Breath smiled. It was like a film. We said our goodbyes and went our different ways.

  Then Yanli was running towards me with Iron Breath walking fast behind her.

  ‘What’s wrong now?’ I said, puzzled once more.

  ‘Iron Breath needs to ask you a favour.’

  ‘Ask away,’ I said.

  ‘Can you give him some money for the taxi fare home?’

  I laughed. ‘Of course I can. Does he want his money back?’

  ‘No,’ she said. ‘Just enough to cover the taxi fare.’

  I gave him four hundred yuan. He bowed, and said, ‘Er me tuo fo.’

  Then they headed off, and I went through the gates of no return.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Back to Beijing

  I slept on the plane all the way back to Beijing. A perfect flight. I began to think about Malik again so before unpacking in my hotel room in the Chinese capital I rang his wife, Fatima. There was good news. Malik had been released on bail and had to go back to the police station two weeks later. Like many arrests around that time the police had nothing on him. They were just trying to look as if they were really fighting a war on terror.

  I had to leave for London the next day so after hearing the good news about Malik I decided I needed to do something I liked, and I went to the gym.

  Zhao Bin – the hotel’s gym team leader – was so pleased to see me back that she called all her staff to watch me work out again. They gave me time to warm up, and then Zhao Bin said, ‘OK, Mr Shaolin, let us see some of your new moves.’

  I duly performed my new form for them and they were delighted. My new form was three times as long as the old one and a lot more difficult, and they knew it.

  ‘We’re so proud of you,’ said Zhao Bin. ‘Everyone’s talking about you.’

  ‘Me?’ I said, genuinely surprised.

  ‘Yes, you. You come here with your fit body and show even the Chinese people kung fu. And everybody loves your hair. Everybody’s talking about you, everyone. We hear that you are a great karaoke star too.’

  ‘No, that’s not right. I’m a revolutionary poet.’

  ‘You are nice man.’

  ‘Thanks,’ I said, and they stepped back to watch me finish the rest of my workout.

  I went back to my room and had a shower, and as I was getting dressed the phone rang. I picked it up, and said, ‘Hello,’ but no one answered.

  After about ten minutes there was a knock on my door. I couldn’t believe it. It was Louise, the kissy kissy woman who had come into my room uninvited all those days ago. She just stepped past me and turned the television off.

  ‘No excuses,’ she said. ‘I am ready for you now.’

  ‘Please,’ I said. ‘Leave me alone.’

  ‘You don’t want to kiss me?’ she said.

  ‘I think you’re very nice,’ I replied, ‘but I’m doing a monk thing at the moment. You know, no woman, no sex.’

  ‘I think you are gay boy.’

  ‘Let’s not go over that again,’ I said. ‘I’m not a gay boy, but if that’s what you need to give me a break I’ll be a gay boy. Yes, yes, I’m gay, very, very gay.’

  She walked up to me and pointed in my face.

  ‘I know you. You are famous man, I saw you on internet. You are famous.’

  ‘I’m not really famous. If I was famous, you would have recognised me straight away. I’m just a well-known British poet.’

  ‘Kiss me,’ she demanded.

  ‘I can’t, but I can read you some poems,’ I said.

  She went very quiet. She walked over to the bed, lay right in the centre of it, and said, ‘OK. Give me some poems, dark man.’

  I read my poem Dis Poetry to her. She looked me in the eyes.

  ‘Nice,’ she said. ‘Give me more.’

  Then I read Man to Man, followed by Naked, and she wanted more, so for the next half-hour I read to her as if I was reading to a crowd of hundreds and all she could say was, ‘Nice. More.’

  When I had finished, she got up and walked to the door.

  ‘Well, I guess this is goodbye,’ I said.

  I just wasn’t sure what was going through her head. She looked me up and down, and then she opened the door. She stepped out of the door, looked me up and down again and began to walk away. As she walked, she waved, smiled and said, ‘You good. Yes, you really good, dark man.’

  Also by Benjamin Zephaniah

  Face

  Refugee Boy

  Gangsta Rap

  Teacher’s Dead

  Books in the Quick Reads series

  101 Ways to get your Child to Read Patience Thomson

  All These Lonely People Gervase Phinn

  Black­Eyed Devils Catrin Collier

  Bloody Valentine James Patterson

  The Cave Kate Mosse

  Chickenfeed Minette Walters

  Cleanskin Val McDermid

  Clouded Vision Linwood Barclay

  A Cool Head Ian Rankin

  Danny Wallace and the Centre of the Universe Danny Wallace

  The Dare John Boyne

  Do
ctor Who: Code of the Krillitanes Justin Richards

  Doctor Who: I Am a Dalek Gareth Roberts

  Doctor Who: Made of Steel Terrance Dicks

  Doctor Who: Revenge of the Judoon Terrance Dicks

  Doctor Who: The Sontaran Games Jacqueline Rayner

  Dragons' Den: Your Road to Success

  A Dream Come True Maureen Lee

  Follow Me Sheila O’Flanagan

  Girl on the Platform Josephine Cox

  The Grey Man Andy McNab

  The Hardest Test Scott Quinnell

  Hell Island Matthew Reilly

  Hello Mum Bernardine Evaristo

  How to Change Your Life in 7 Steps John Bird

  Humble Pie Gordon Ramsay

  Jack and Jill Lucy Cavendish

  Kung Fu Trip Benjamin Zephaniah

  Last Night Another Soldier Andy McNab

  Life’s New Hurdles Colin Jackson

  Life’s Too Short Val McDermid, Editor

  Lily Adèle Geras

  Men at Work Mike Gayle

  Money Magic Alvin Hall

  My Dad’s a Policeman Cathy Glass

  One Good Turn Chris Ryan

  The Perfect Holiday Cathy Kelly

  The Perfect Murder Peter James

  RaW Voices: True Stories of Hardship Vanessa Feltz

  Reaching for the Stars Lola Jaye

  Reading My Arse! Ricky Tomlinson

  Star Sullivan Maeve Binchy

  Strangers on the 16:02 Priya Basil

  The Sun Book of Short Stories

  Survive the Worst and Aim for the Best Kerry Katona

  The 10 Keys to Success John Bird

  Tackling Life Charlie Oatway

  The Tannery Sherrie Hewson

  Traitors of the Tower Alison Weir

  Trouble on the Heath Terry Jones

  Twenty Tales of the War Zone John Simpson

  We Won the Lottery Danny Buckland

  Great stories, great writers, great entertainment

  Quick Reads are brilliantly written short new books by bestselling authors and celebrities. Whether you’re an avid reader who wants a quick fix or haven’t picked up a book since school, sit back, relax and let Quick Reads inspire you.

  We would like to thank all our partners in the Quick Reads project for their help and support:

  Arts Council England

  The Department for Business, Innovation and Skills

  NIACE

  unionlearn

  National Book Tokens

  The Reading Agency

  National Literacy Trust

  Welsh Books Council

  Basic Skills Cymru, Welsh Assembly Government

  The Big Plus Scotland

  DELNI

  NALA

  Quick Reads would also like to thank the Department for Business, Innovation and Skills; Arts Council England and World Book Day for their sponsorship and NIACE for their outreach work.

  Quick Reads is a World Book Day initiative.

  www.quickreads.org.uk www.worldbookday.com

  Great stories, great writers, great entertainment

  Trouble on the Heath

  Terry Jones

  Accent Press

  A comedy of Russian gangsters, town planners and a dog called Dennis

  Martin Thomas is not happy. The view he loves is about to be blocked by an ugly building. He decides to take action and organises a protest. Then things go badly wrong and Martin finds himself running for his life. Along the way he gets mixed up with depressed town planners, violent gangsters and a kidnapped concert pianist. Martin starts to wonder if objecting to the building was such a good idea when he finds himself upside down with a gun in his mouth.

  This hilarious story from Monty Python star, Terry Jones, will make you laugh out loud.

  Other resources

  Enjoy this book? Find out about all the others from www.quickreads.org.uk

  Free courses are available for anyone who wants to develop their skills. You can attend the courses in your local area. If you’d like to find out more, phone 0800 66 0800.

  For more information on developing your basic skills in Scotland, call The Big Plus free on 0808 100 1080 or visit www.thebigplus.com[****]

  Join the Reading Agency’s Six Book Challenge at www.sixbookchallenge.org.uk[****]

  Publishers Barrington Stoke (www.barringtonstoke.co.uk) and New Island (www.newisland.ie) also provide books for new readers.

  The BBC runs an adult basic skills campaign. See www.bbc.co.uk/raw.

  www.worldbookday.com

  Bloomsbury Publishing, London, Berlin, New York and Sydney

  First published in Great Britain in March 2011 by

  Bloomsbury Publishing Plc

  36 Soho Square, London, W1D 3QY

  This electronic edition published in 2011 by Bloomsbury Publishing Plc

  Copyright © Benjamin Zephaniah 2011

  The moral right of the author has been asserted

  All rights reserved

  You may not copy, distribute, transmit, reproduce or otherwise

  make available this publication (or any part of it) in any form, or by any means

  (including without limitation electronic, digital, optical, mechanical, photocopying,

  printing, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of the

  publisher. Any person who does any unauthorised act in relation to this publication

  may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages

  A CIP catalogue record of this book is available from the British Library

  ISBN 9781408818176

  Visit www.bloomsbury.com to find out more about our authors and their books

  You will find extracts, author interviews, author events and you can sign up for

  newsletters to be the first to hear about our latest releases and special offers

 

 

 


‹ Prev