African Political Analysis Think-Tank Vignettes

What became of the, black sheep, that ba, ba, gave you three bags, master? One bag, so heavy, with, wool, belonged to you. The second bag, had the shears, was carried, by, the shearer. The third bag, you kept, at, store in town. What became of the spider, who, with a needle, pierced in, each one's heart, until a web threaded in blood connected all of us, young, adult,  brown, white, yellow, black What became of the pain, that poured out in chants and unvoiced mourns and amazingly still, still fills solemn events.

But we didn't know who He was, How can it possibly be, But then again, a heavenly being, to share a space among us, beyond our comprehension, to know everything about time is not the imperative, but to strive to use a harnessed time well, a catalytic force well spent here and there, that is how we are all called, that scenario reminds me, we are here for a purpose, St. Mary’s continued to drum that into me.