Politics and their hosts make strange bedfellows

I saw the following blog item a good while back and thought, after hearing President Obama speaking tonight, that it would be an appropriate fill for me this evening.  These people are really making a serious mess of this world and it's as if saying "you've had it up to here", is no longer meaningful.  I'm hoping maybe I can get a little feedback as to why more people aren't stringing greed and poverty to the same headboard; they certainly go together like kismet bedfellows.

Time for us to grade you Mr. President

Housing: fail...People still getting a hell of a hard time from banks. How does it make sense that banks hold on to their properties instead of selling them to people willing to buy them in this economy? Wouldn't they get them back at some point anyway if buyers default down the road?

Jobs: fail... Do you realize how many people are still out of work? What is to be expected when the quid pro quo was for many years to send jobs and companies overseas only so that millionaire CEO's could fatten their pockets even more?

Healthcare: fail... It still costs me less to feed myself better and exercise than any healthcare plan your government can come up with. Yes, in the event that I need emergency surgery I might be flat busted, but hell at least I won't go broke the 10 or 20 years prior paying for benefits that I never use. Apple a day, brush your teeth and get off the damn couch...

I really don't think much in this world will change until the heads of these companies who have been fleecing the public generally and poor people specifically are called to and held accountable. If that means publics hangings or executions of another nature, well that will probably be the beginning of new corporate attitudes. How much damn money do you need in your pockets? When your employees can't afford to take care of their bills without having to work extra hours, extra jobs and put spouses to work as if they are being put on the stroll, how is that any different from SLAVERY? The emperor only has new clothes.....


MY 2 cents...

Blessed Earthday Emperor Haile Selassie I

Ethiopia, an island of Christianity, is recorded in history as having received first the Old Testament, and then the New Testament earlier than most of the countries of the world. When, in Old Testament times, she received the Law, and when in New Testament times, she received the Gospel, she ensured that the Scriptures were translated into the ancient language of Ge’ez. From those times to this, various books both of spiritual and material profit have periodically been compiled and written in Ge’ez. We remember with deep gratitude those fathers of old who, as time and opportunity allowed, worked with much care and labour and have left us books for the preservation of the Faith and for the increase of learning and knowledge.

Can you feel the love?

"We must act while we can, while the occasion exists, to exert those legitimate pressures available to us lest time run out and resort be had to less happy means. The great nations of the world would do well to remember that, in the modern age even their own fate is not wholly in their own hands. Peace requires the united efforts of us all. Who can foresee what spark might ignite the fuse? The stakes are identical for all of us. Life or death. We all wish to live. We all seek a world in which men are freed of the burdens of ignorance, poverty, hunger and disease."


Haile Selassie the 1st

We will fight, if necessary...

"On the question of racial discrimination, the Addis Ababa conference taught, to those who will learn this further lesson, that until the philosophy which holds one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned; until there are no longer first class and second class citizens of any nature; that until the colour of a man’s skin is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes; that until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all without regard to race. That until that day the dream of lasting peace and world citizenship and rule of international morality will remain but a fleeting illusion to be pursued but never attained. And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes that hold our brothers in Angola in Mozambique and South Africa in subhuman bondage have been toppled and destroyed; until bigotry and prejudice and malicious and inhuman self interest have been replaced by understanding and tolerance and good will; until Africans stand up and speak as free human beings equal in the eyes of all men as they are in the eyes of heaven, until that day the African continent will not know peace. We Africans will fight if necessary.  And we know that we shall will as we are confident in the victory of good over evil."


HIM Haile Selassie I

The End of War

"Obviously war is one of the major problems which bring disaster on the life of mankind. In spite of the differences of color, race, creed or religion between women in this world, they all hate war, because the fruit of wars is nothing but disaster. War exterminates their beloved husbands, their brothers and their children. It destroys and eliminates their families. We would like to bring to the attention of all women of the world that it is their duty to voice and express solidarity against such acts."

Empress Menen of Ethiopia

"Women are like teabags... "

"Women are like teabags. We don't know our true strength until we are in hot water!"
-- Eleanor Roosevelt

"Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength."
-- Author Unknown

Several conversations over the last few days had me remembering something I heard while having some high spirited communion with my family recently.  Actually, I've heard it often amongst this set of souls set adrift after being sold into bondage, who have found back one another in this time, to share bread and fellowship.  One man, not much older than me yet still esteemed as an Elder, had been ministering some upright reasoning while the rest of the group was sitting down to lunch.  "All Nations should and shall be judged by the way in which its treats its' women and children."  Simple and plain, truth without pretense.

Happy Earthday Nelson Mandela

“When the water starts boiling it is foolish to turn off the heat.” Nelson Mandela There is a whole lot going on in the world today: police shot execution style in Pakistan, tsunami heading for Japan, drought and famine taking hold of East Africa, a whole lot of political drama here in the States and all around the rest of the world for that matter.  But I really only want to take a moment, albeit brief, to acknowledge and extend a heartfelt Earthday (birthday) blessing and greeting to President Nelson Mandela, who turned 93 today. Born in 1918, he has already lived a most interesting as as appropriately, an awe inspiring life.  My memories of the anti-apartheid movement are few.  Not that the movement hasn't had a lasting impact on my life, quite the contrary.    We just didn't live in a 24 hour news cycle and instataneously accessed information world in those days.  My access was in the form of Cosby Show and Different World episodes that briefly spotlighted the apartheid regime of South Africa.  And well, the news and culture programs, broadcast by Caribbean radio that I got to hear while travelling back and forth to work with my dad in his 1980s bronze Dodge Colt.  I didn't come to appreciate programs like Like It Is until I was a few years older.  Anyway what I do remember more vividly, are the images of this African man being released from prison, after having been locked up for some 27 years.  The number sticks in my head because I was born on the 27th.

Give us free. Give us free.

“I know that Lumumba would not have wanted people to be sad. He would not want you to be upset and angry. [He] believed in Africa and Africans, those at home and those abroad. He believed in Black Power.”

Kurtis Blow I'm concerned about France's restrategizing and restructuring of their military presence in it's former colonial territories.  I won't pretend to be so intimatly versed in all of Africa's politics, but it seems to me that Frnech poliices towards countries of majority African population, ie. Haiti, leave ones wanting.  Maybe it's the bravado or indigestible arrogance, but even humanitarian missions give me an ill feeling.  I mean, when do European nations, who of their own accord carved and dissected the land only to fill the worlds coiffers, turn tail and exist Africa?  Mainly speaking, the sphere of influence that extends far beyond the facade of multi-cutural globalization.  The more sinister, shadow puppet type of affairs that feel ever present in western media coverage.  Reading between the pixels, of course.

From out of the mouths of babes or something like that

“I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.”

Bruce Lee I had the occassion to hold a joy this afternoon while listen to some Nyahbinghi drumming just before lunch.  The drum sound is always quite soothing even as there are as many different voices in the music as there are musicians to play.  It's even more pleasing when I get to hear the youth playing.  Even in their innocence, or maybe especially because of, the nyahcongo rythms still ring with rich spirit and proud power.  To be able to tap those deeply rooted currents is a gift at their age.  A most precious gift. One young brethren in particular was the inspiration for my elation today.  I haven't known him very long and of that fewer still are the moments we've reasoned at length.  Still to say that this brethren holds a wealth of joy each and everytime I see him would be an understatement.  Watching and listening to him playing today, seeing how effortlessly he controlled the rythm was just the right amount of spice my lunch needed.  It was like watching my own little brother growing into a master technician right before my eyes.

Is it possible to truly forgive theft?

“We have finished the job, what shall we do with the tools?”

Haile Selassie

With August 1, Emancipation Day quickly approaching, the question above is one that I take pause to ponder.  When one is finished mowing the lawn, one puts away the mower.  When you finish preparing a meal, don't you put the dishes, pots and pans away?  Even the farmer brings his cattle or sheep in from pasture for the night. So then why is it that the Africans who were brought here in chains to be used as tools themselves, why after having rendered their services were they not so too returned en mass?

August 1, 1834 is the date that slavery in the British jurisdictions came to an end, or so to speak.  I say that because while it was now law, those once held in bondage were given back their freedom in name only.  They were still to be held in indentured service for several more years afterward.  Maybe indentured service is a tad harsh.  However, I find it hard to reconsile how forced "apprenticeship" for a period of between four and six years is anything else.  Were it not for the persistent agitation of a group consisting parly of Elder Africans in Trinidad, the new system might yet have continued after August 1, 1838.

It wasn't until a further quarter century more that slavery was abolished in the US with the adoption of the 13th Ammendment on December 6, 1865.  There are several dates on which the emancipation was formally recognized, with April 16 and June 19 or Juneteenth figuring most promising.  Juneteenth most notably as it wasn't until then that the news reached Texas and was announced.

Today, more than two hundred years since Haiti secured their independence, close to two hundred in the Caribbean and almost one hundred and fifty in the US, and still the "tools" responsible for much of the world's great accumulation of wealth, have yet to be returned.  Forget about being properly compensated for the services rendered.  Yes, their progeny should be compensated in their stead.  That point is usually a more consistent human trait than most might realize.  When landscapers accept that their need to consistently purchase new equipment is as a result of their own mistreatment and mishandling, they generally tend to take better care of the new models.  Those with any sense that is.

So why is it that one full week after the newest nation to be recognized on the planet raises their flaf of independence at the United Nations earlier this week, as Africans who have risen up through the ashes of slavery, still given a deaf ear and dumb faces when we mention repatriation?  Formal repatriation, that would afford one the dignity of returning to Africa that the Elders before us were so horrifically deprived of.  It is embarrassing to see that history has heaped up enough people who concern themselves or know little to cover up the matter.

To note, there has long been a persistent bit of culture floating around, that when the brits signed their laws into force, monies were to have been allotted for the slaves return to Africa.  According to the documents though it was only the slave holders who were due compensation for their lost "goods".  It was a second act of aggression against a peoples to not minister a justice in atonement for the wickedness of their former benefactors.  I'll admit that this sentiment too has been circuling around for as long, but still I hold to it as fact.

What am I asking for is somebody to tell me why this has yet to be openly addressed and remedied.  Whie the African Union has concluded that the Diaspora is to indeed be recognized as a sixth region, it doesn't address the return of persons and more importantly to where.  I swear, we really must have pissed off a grieved someone really badly once upon a time.  Give us a seat at the conference table, with fair and proper representation, when matters concerning Africa are being discussed.  Just as the Dinka, Amhara, Ashanti, Yoruba, Igbo, Shona and Masai, recognize we too are one people with different names.  Still we are one family.

We must right this matter.  I contend that the world has never really and truly known any harmony because the matter of the "tools" has not properly dealt with.  Consensus may be taciturn still yet the truth is plain to see.  A people, both on the Continent and spread throughout the Diaspora, who had war declared against them for centuries, still to bear the burdens of indentured servitude.

Success! Success! Eureka Success!!!

“There is no force like success, and that is why the individual makes all effort to surround himself throughout life with the evidence of it; as of the individual, so should it be of the nation.”

Marcus Garvey

The Republic of South Sudan was accepted into the United Nations today as the 193rd member nation.  The sight of their flag once again being hoisted, this time now alongside the family of nations, made me wonder just how scattered we are in the Diaspora.  The vast majority of Africans in the Diaspora have little knowledge of where in the land our forebearers started out. 

We've been told that the slave ports where on the Gold Coast; they've shown us images of the slave forts where we were rammed in like sardines.  On a side note, it really is a mindfuck to think that people could have actually behaved like this and have the audacity to call their captives barbaric.  Getting back, the pirates who plundered Africa, or as a Ghanain man once informed me, Alkebulan, attempted to cut the very root of the people away from the Elders.  Without going into the fullness of the Atlantic Triangular Slave Trade, the evidence of that forced seperation is still with us today.

South Sudan's success in achieving independence, in securing a distinct national identity, seperate and apart from the seperate and distinct "family" groups, is a model to take heed of.  Those of us scattered in the west, who envision that one day we would return home, must consolidate our efforts.  We must agitate with one focus, one aim.  That of no longer being denied the God given right to know our ancestral lands.  We must decided jointly, in open collaboration with our family in the land, on place that we can also look to as home.  It is an issue that, while we never created for ourselves, none-the-less divides us more than differing traditions.

Maybe we can have a chance to raise another banner in the land representing not only the children of the bondsman and bondswoman still "stuck" throughout the Diaspora, but also to honour the Elders tangiably.  We may forever remain in flux until that happens.

Giving Thanks

God and Nature first made us what we are, and then out of our own created genius we make ourselves what we want to be. Follow always that great law. Let the sky and God be our limit and Eternity our measurement.”

Marcus Garvey Found myself at an impasse as to what to write today when something I remembered my little cousin saying jumped up in my head, shouting "pick me".  Turns out that she, being only about two years older than my oldest, is preparing herself to depart for Africa on an internship at the conclusion of her studies.  I was so profoundly moved at the sound of this.  Of course I'm pretty darn proud of my family in general, but I think this was the earliest age I can remember any of us making such a declaration. The years it took me to reconcile my past and what will subsequently follow, were filled with a lot more partying and a lot less meditating on Africa in general, let alone actually going there.  My Caribbean parents never made our cultural and national identities any more important than that of the family.  They were "Jamaican" so I guess we were all raised with that simple but plain truth.  We were "Jamaican" children who just so happened to have been born in America.  To this day much like when I was an adolescent, while recognizing that I do hold American citizenship, I am insulted when called an American.  Not from any perspective of disdain or malice though.  It simply doesn't tell my story. Like I said, it was quite a rocky road before I understood what it really meant, that my fore-family arrived in the west, likely as bonded men and women.  Before that was more than something I was taught as part of the school curriculum once a year.  I lived "Black" as most of us do in one way or another, but I can't say I was living "African".  When the earth shook, and I was so moved, those two realities became more clear, and much more different. What is "living" African?  I'm quite sure it will have as many different definitions as there are people in the entire Diaspora.  For me it was partly in my own declaration, dropping my colonial ties, the ones that once attempted to silence my fathers' spirit.  It was also in daily furthering my meditations and intentions into Africa.  Who knew under which State or traditions I would feel most comfortable and welcome.  It would be amazing to be able to trace exactly where my family hails from, down to the very village or even the house were birthed from creation.  But then people aren't goods to be itemized, cataloged and warehoused like cars and cattle, are they? It has been in recognizing my fathers and mothers, my brothers, sisters, cousins from every elsewhere in the Diaspora.  With deliberate intention to see one People. I'm not exactly sure how deeply the roots of my cousins convictions are.  Maybe those issues are the furthest from her meditation right now.  Maybe my aunt, uncle and cousins who raised her placed a higher value on knowing her root.  Maybe she's just more curious and inquisitive.  Or maybe, there is some truth in the axiom that young women mature faster.  No matter, to return her spirit, her soul, to the lands that bore the seeds of our creation, is the very essence of a miracle. Whatever the cause, I must let her know once more just how proud I am of her.  And just how impressed I am.  I know that the following was true, at least it was during my teenage years, but I don't recall very many adults, who weren't also family and friends, acknowledging how proud they were of me and my friends.  Or how thankful they were for the energies we manifested and their positive use thereof.  They were at best few and far between. So for all of those who might look to me as an Elder, thank you.  Thank you for having the courage to do the things some of us have wrestled with.  For doing the works many have long ago intentioned and some got side tracked from.  Thank you for learning to love for more than mere romance, before it gets too late.  Thank you for supporting your family around the world even when they are not in desperate need, but especially when they are.  Many of us are very proud of you and really should tell you more often.  It leaves me with good hope that the world may still have a small chance after all.

FUBAR and Kapunkle up from Tribalism

"...One major problem in many areas has been a tenacious tribalism, which complicates all efforts to build a sense of national unity and pride. In part this is a legacy of colonial times when territories were formed without regard for ethnic cohesion, but it also reflects the great diversity of peoples in Africa where loyalties have traditionally been centered in the smaller units of family or clan. A second factor is found in the rising frustration of people who looked upon independence as the total solution to the problem of poverty, only to find an improved standard of living still beyond reach. When this sense of frustration reached the armed forces, it touched individuals able to translate their sentiments into action, and revolution followed."

Marcus Garvey


A priest that I know affectionately, reminded me recently that we must all take time to see GOD in each other as we look to see GOD in ourselves.  That for far too long we have rested well in our own selfishness's and have forgotten that each of us is on a mission in life.  And that especially those in the church, who often times comes from a myriad of divergent backgrounds, they too, especially they who profess to know GOD most intimately, must not only understand but also respect the different missions and methods that were instilled in us.  These ways, that of not seeing the light in the other, that we are all born with, are tantamount to tribalism, which itself has never been an avenue for love.

That a large segment of our family don't see their identity as African but rather by the national identity that of pertaining to whichever particular jurisdiction we were assigned to at birth, only exacerbates the issue.  Yes most do acknowledge that their root is African, but we still lay claim most emphatically only to which side of the fence one rests.  How ironic that the gates around tree, set in place by foreign hands, can give way to fruit that sees not his brother.

Don't get me wrong, fruit on the east side versus the west side, or the south side versus the north, has different variables that make it somewhat unique.  Variables both natural and man made.  Likewise, we are so far spread and with the diversity of peoples we have come in contact, and also even with the diversity of regional environments, we similarly are naturally somewhat unique.  But if the fruits of each tree knew full well the root, and of just how many like fruit that root bears; how full of real pride that fruit would be?  And how much sweeter?

I pray that we can one day soon, find the strength and courage, to see each other as one people and give one to the other the kind of love and support, we ourselves seek.  Let us be proud in each other again, sans borders.  I pray that new flames of hope be encouraged by us all to flourish and to chastise those that would prefer to discourage it.

We are on our way Mama.

Wait only broke wagon. Thought only broke rope.

“Up, up, you mighty race!  You can accomplish what you will.”

Marcus Garvey



Sitting here wondering how often I've heard, "..wait you'll see.  Africa will never get it together."  Or perhaps how often, "...never given going to Africa any thought.  Why would I?".  Twenty years ago you could have never convinced me that I wouldn't have returned my soul to soil that was once not foreign to me.  It used to disturb me that more of my counterparts and classmates weren't readying themselves for the return voyage.  It hurt me to hear people complain and mutter that there would never be unity.  And worse still, that we as Africans, wherever we were from, didn't have the capacity for it.

This ability or disability rather, to not trust in each other with open minds and hearts, is one of the most insipid vestiges of the colonialism, bondage and absolute barbaric inhumanity that we as a people have had to face.  Wish as one might want to say that you can't blame everything on the actions of the people who to this day are benefiting from these man made systems and institutions, there is one idea that should not be debatable.  That no matter how often you get down on your knees and weed your garden, as often as you believe you've gotten to the very root, undoubtedly  weeds return.  That a bad apple will spoil the bunch if you don't remove it quickly, and even then, as with cider, you still have to take care and manage properly that you don't end up with vinegar.

I wonder if the memory of Africa is buried so deeply, as deeply as the mistrust.  So huddled together in the corners of the corners of our minds, the 3d lenses that are God given focus one image.  Have we accepted, to borrow a line from the movie Blood Diamond that, "This is Africa."?

To get back, it's been twenty years or so that I've been waiting to go home.  In that time children have been born, elders have made their transitions.  Jobs have been lost and found and lost again.  I've met people for whom "patiently waiting" has turned to "waited".  I've driven the distance to her shores countless times and welcomed the morning sun from her fields everyday of my waking life and, still, I wait.  My thoughts still run on visions of red clay and cities filled with the kind of life unknown here in the west.

Big ups South Sudan for fanning the fire in our bellies from a blaze to a roar.  It has been a Cuban coffee elixir for our movements in the Diaspora.  The energy here too is electric.  New ideas are being born and discussed on not how we will once again join our family in the land turning soil and coaxing freshly planted seedlings to bear fruit, but how soon.

In a short moment, the weight that once broke wagon wheels, will be replaced by our efforts to repair and or replace old ways.  Ways that have kept us motionless and apart for far too long.  The taught that once broke rope will be erased by thinking of how to service the rope as it returns service in kind.

What can I do to help?

In a continued spirit of shared brotherhood with the newest recognized nation on the planet, I thought deeply about what efforts might I be able to contribute.  My spirit is so moved by the events stemming from January of this year, up to and through the grand inauguration.  My brain is teeming with ideas, some good, other quite ambitious.  I've said it before, but this truly is a once in a lifetime moment.  It really does unfold much like the first time my own child, my first born, stretched out her arms to me.  All of the anxious build up, especially all the hours spent talking the night before of new hopes and aspirations, was quickly silenced the moment she reached up to me.  The moment the new flag was proudly hoisted high over the throngs of jubilant faces on Saturday.

But then, just as quickly, months of dreaming turn to thoughts of just what can I do to reshape this world for her.  I don't mean when do I go back to work or are there enough diapers at home.  Simply and truthfully, how will I reshape the world, this host planet we call Mother Earth, so that her days will be long and filled with the right balance of both good and bad, such that she has a chance to grow strong roots to withstand adversity and strife.  How can I build alliances with her neighbors so that they might live in harmony and love, one to the other?  When will I teach her to be prosperous but still fair?  To be patient?  To teach back all she has learned, with uprightness?

What can I do?  What will I do?  The newly sovereign Republic of South Sudan needs all of our help family.  Much like a newborn, she has needs that have yet to be met.  Through no fault of her own of course.  The freedom fighter had no or little time to ponder road construction and sanitary water systems.  It took all of their energies, and rightfully so, to secure their freedom and hasten to their calling, no longer subject to a host but now a participant.  We in the Diaspora must help them to capably stand on their feet.

While I urge the African Diaspora generally, I do specifically call on the Rastafari community to heed to this call.  His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Haile Selassie the First, advocated fiercely for the cause to remove imperialism, colonialism and tyranny from African soil.  With as many doctors and nurses, dentists, contractors, scientists and engineers, to name a few, that we have amongst us and with a mandate of freedom, redemption and international repatriation before us, we must act now.

Yes, of course there will be many challenges.  Some may even purport to be obstacles.  But when has that ever stopped Rastafari?  Have not our Elders borne the brunt of the whip and all other manner of degradation?  If the burden they carried, and still do oft times, is not to be in vain, then we owe it to them and the South Sudanese to fulfill our promise.  It is our promise in our Divine Creator that I appeal to today.

May South Sudan proper perpetually and her people know peace, love and harmony now and forever more.

Let us truly come together to give thanks and show joy, oh welcome child born this day.

"Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted; the indifference of those who should have known better; the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most; that has made it possible for evil to triumph."

Haile Selassie I

Congratulations of supreme measure, with all manner of sincere love to the Republic of South Sudan.  By far and away, one the most historical moments thus far in my life to be a witness of.  It is a great comfort to both the psyche and the soul to see a people, a nation, championing for freedom and asserting their right for sovereignty.  After the scourge of the damned Atlantic Slave Trade and what seems like millennium of imperialism and colonialism throughout the world, this story makes that of Kwame Nkrumah that much more real for me as well.

I think back to August 1983, when while sitting in my aunt's living room listening to our copy of the McDonald's record with "We are the World", we got word that our baby brother was born.  Funny the types of things that spark certain memories.  Well, now that baby brother is about to be a dad of his own and I wonder what he is thinking.  Might he be dialed into South Sudan and the strength of their spirit?  Does he see and understand how a new dawn is ushering in to govern his life?  How wonderful that feeling must be on the ground today in Juba, South Sudan.  An African spirit reborn, refreshed today is such a blessing for the whole Diaspora.

I feel a sense that this is truly a once in a lifetime opportunity for my generation to get right and get things right.  With revolutions and uprisings peppering the earth; with drought and famine taking hold, again; with natural and unnatural disasters reshaping the crust, let us take this world back from the evils of intolerance, greed, malevolence and just an elementary lack of caring.  Let the crabs in a barrel no longer keep us from reshaping this world for the true betterment of our children.  Let us proceed to that calling with earnest.  Kind of a worldwide flash mob of love.  If the Arab can have his spring, then too let the African have his summer.  Let this brand new energy ball of spirit of love, flourish throughout the land and bloom across the earth such fruit the world has long since forgotten.

I raise my arms with you today South Sudan.  To welcome you and your neighbors into a house of love.  And the same for my niece, soon to spring forth from the earth.

 

Welcome Family

Blessed love and greetings.  Firstly, I come in the spirit of love for the world of people, and an abiding hope that there is much truth in the mantra, "one voice can change the world".  But I also want to hitch to that, the idea of speaking as one voice, one sound, collectively.  Let the spirit, "Love brother love; Love sister love; Blessed love, perfect love.", rest on all tongues.  If only to sweeten our words one to another.  I too will do so earnestly. 

Thank you for joining me on this journey.



Kwasi Abahu