Right there and then, I knew that this series was something special. I could tell you the story of how black folk have to walk on water to achieve the same thing someone else can simply stroll to, but I sense you have heard that narrative before. As it turns out, I was right! Go have a look. I wanted to write a lot of things abo.

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Laughing and crying at the same time,. He lay there on the sidewalk,. Staring at his happy childhood;. His first stage show;. The last autograph; last bottle of rum; his last cigarette. And then he began to sing, for one last time, the swan song that he had penned long ago. Thursday, 29 October 2015. My body is a sea of doomed emotions.