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The Obama Serenades XVIII

“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… 7/27/09 Credit: Kwame Okoampa-Ahoofe, Jr.

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