Africa was the cradle of the human race or so it was said. There were many goddesses and idols out of Africa. However this particular idol, carved of wood, was quite powerful. A white English archeologist, named Sir David, had found it in a cave in the Congo some 150 years ago. He was never heard of again. Search parties went looking for the famed archeologist, sent by the Queen herself. David was still there, the white tomb raider had become a black mother of 12 children. The idol wasn't limited to working over in Africa. It was powerful that it worked anywhere in the world.
Tom was working at an Amazon fulfillment center in Oregon. He had been a soldier once, a Ranger and had fought in Iraq and Afghanistan. He came back to be a cop, he was a supreme racist and a Trump supporter. He would have marched on the capital if he didn't have his own problems. He had shot a black teenager. His lawyer had promised him he would get off, instead he was convicted of murder. Tom had gone on the run, sympathetic law enforcement helped him to run from the country. It was hard though, at 6 ' 3, built like a tank, hiding was difficult. If Hollywood were casting for a action hero he would get the job.
Now he working a shit job for a white guy who went by a wetback's surname. He should have gone to jail.
One day he was walking down the market stalls when he came across a black many who sounded like he was a real nigger. No slave stock that came out here 500 years ago.
He found himself staring at a statue, about a foot high. Carved of wood it showed a woman with a bloated stomach, heavy breasts and some kind of head dress, like a disc.
"You look like a man who needs to high." said the black vendor.
"What?" Tom gasped.
"What you did, while some Police helped you get away some will want to bring you back to prison. This can help you hid. Take it only five dollars."
Tom paid for it and took it back to his shared apartment in a box.