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The Obama Serenades XVIII

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“The world was violent, I was learning, unpredictable and often cruel” -“Dreams from My Father”Yes, a man takes on the powers of whatever he eats – rotten food, the sickness it begets; dog meat, the loud and strange snarls heard through the thick bullet-proof walls of dreams at night; the crunchy tangy taste of roasted grasshopper while reaching out to ensnare the praying mantis…snake meat is a rare delicacy best savored with apple juice, the direct raw fury of God rumbling through Eden’s groves…the coldly calibrated purge of those whose flesh and blood much mulch the land; for guilt, indeed, is a luxury that only strangers can afford…in this land of legion mendicants, kindness is a drag, a relapse into sickness and pain, the sort of peculiar pain one no longer feels, save as one fathoms a neighbor to feel…Djakarta…We came with sacks full of dreams and left with graying noggins full of wisdom, pride and deep appreciation for that which we owned before we left; the wisdom of sharp sullen mosquito bites, the need to doing Dutch amidst a bumper crop…it was love and friendship that brought us thus far abroad, the need to re-love, once our primal love had spent itself…7/27/09Credit: Kwame Okoampa-Ahoofe, Jr.

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