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The Race
I was between sleep and wake when the imagery of a race started to play out infront of me. In the race there was a runner who was a good distance ahead of the other runners so much so that I was beginning to lose interest in watching the race as I thought he would…
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Cover Your Head
DEM TOO WICKED!!!, he thundered. There was something about the sheer emotion empowering these words that somehow caught my attention. Listening as the discussions continued, I overheard what was at the heart of the comment. “Dem thief the crop that is bad and not too bad, he continued, but dem tek the head to; No…