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Smile

Happiness is somewhere between loathing and adoration.

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Irie Marning to one and all

Irie Marning to one and all

Ahh yes, its time to wake up and have a nice day all you/ So as you trod through dis here creation, I man going leave you wid what Mommy Charles used to tell me. “Dere are good people all over dis world, all you have to do is open yuh eyes.”

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Moments

Moments

The best moments in life are the longest, because they stay in your memory for a lifetime. Like night falling on the village I lived in on the island. When its cold, or when I am sad, when I am happy, or when I just need peace, memories of pictures like this always reminds me of simpler times, simpler because of youth, simpler because of culture, So as I look at this picture taken this evening by my brother, I remember, the village getting quiet, no cars on the highway, no people walking by on the gravel road, just birds and chickens and goats are stirring, the crackle of someone burning bush in their backyard, the sound of the bushes rustling in the trade winds/ I close my eyes and I realize, simpler times may just well have been the most peaceful times.

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Ahhhh A little Bob to start the day

I am off to work, but here is a last post, a little Bob to sooth the soul

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The Coal Miner’s Daughter (From the novel “I am a Dirty Immigrant”)

Jenny had dark brown hair brown eyes, caramel complexion and a beautiful smile quite frankly, she had an island personality so I immediately felt comfortable with her. The first time we kissed was in front of the little chapel in the middle of the campus. I remember her looking shocked and then said, “Look what you went and done.” We were inseparable from that day, she always found a way to make …me laugh, she was and still is a good person. Our wedding was completely crazy, no one knew about it but my friend from Ethiopia and another friend from Zambia and her best friend, who now hates me, I guess because I am so bloody good looking, was also there. We left the campus and drove three hours to Richmond Kentucky. When we got to the courthouse I was told I had to have identification, so we drove the three hours back to the school and low and behold the bloody car broke down. We borrowed my friend’s car and drove the three hours back to Richmond. We got married at the house of a preacher, an older black man with his aging mother in attendance. When all was done we drove back to the school, I went to the gym and got dressed for a ball game, I played the game and after I saw her for about ten minutes then went to my dorm. Yes my friend I spent my wedding night sleeping on the top of a bunk bed that was about five inches too short for me.