Some might call this denial, but I refuse to believe that such hate and such apathy is able to emanate from somebody. This story truly puzzles me. I cannot comprehend why or when, apiece of metal and some mined mineral (which was probably stolen from the Africans in Africa, but nah! the trini man doh know dat!) suddenly became of greater merit than a man and his life and his soul. The explanation for this completely eludes me. And while I sit on this end of Trinidad tryna see if sense resides here, a daughter is left fatherless. Yet another child has to journey through this war-zone commonly referred to as life, without the guidance and the comfort of her father. Who will she call Daddy? Ricardo is dead now. Her daddy is dead now, and a wife is left husbandless, a mother is left sonless, a sister is left brother-less, an aunt or an uncle is left nephew-less, but mostly a daughter will miss her father’s breath. A daughter has been left fatherless. That bandit stole more than a few cell phones that day, and I do not think we realize how infernal our very demeanor has become. Cum on man!--> where did our hearts go again? When did love suddenly begin to ooze out of our pores again? Where did our souls start escaping to again? While I sit here trying to figure out the answers to these questions I have to hope that one day all these things will become tangible again. I have to hope that one day these things will become possible to have again. Because if not… we in rell mess brethren.
‘ Yuh need to get back to yuh soul!!’—Freetown Collective
Love & Freedom
n ----K. Davis
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