It was once my utmost duty to self to escape this place, to feel secure in the hills of Jamaica. I was well on my way to the security of the Cockpit Country. From there, my words would have swooped down like one thousand bees upon the eyelids and nostrils of the new invaders, the neocolonialists. All of their arms are still elbow-deep in the honey of my birth land. I was there with my eye on them.
I did, indeed, escape this place. I escaped it and I felt sorry for those who did not or could not. I laughed at those who wished not and wanted not. Then, in a blink of Time’s eye, I was summoned back to observe it.
I can say that things are not looking too great over here. Excessive oil has its known effects on the heart. There is something afoot. There is something looming. Palpitations are frequent. Cardiac arrest is probable, even likely.
We have to become the light because the sun is setting in the West. The sun is setting in the Wild West and the misled people of the planet are going to find it difficult to cope. It will be harder to see when the darkness descends.
Suddenly, there is an African president here now. He still lives in a White House. Suddenly, there is a memorial on the National Mall for an African leader. He did what he came to do in the appropriate era. Give thanks for those who are trying and those who have tried. We must now continue to build. Build our minds, then build the bridges between our minds and our souls. This is what we are called upon to do in this era. Anything else is a hobby.
Shine until the next sunrise. LOVEwise.