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Black Mamba. The very name sends a shiver down one's spine … well not to me, I like them quite a lot. It is not only a snake; it is the symbol of the African ecosystem, the African danger, an animate object that looks like a hypodermic needle that injects neurotoxicity that messes up your nervous system before you know it. Although they have quite a bad reputation, these snakes are not aggressive and will quickly move off if given the opportunity to do so. They have an impressive, high-gloss, ebony-like exterior; this is not an entity anyone would want to meddle with. It is a predator through and through, a society made, killing machine with lights and frozen to the bone. A lot of you guys don't even know why the heck it is called black mamba, even when its color is kinda like dark gray. You won't, unless you encounter one and get bitten ( Skull Emoji). Just kidding, inside their face, it's pitch black, and from there it got its name. Don't ever think of sprinting with them, you are sure to lose, the race, maybe your life, or who knows, maybe both. They are the fastest moving land snakes on earth, reaching a maximum speed up to 20-25 km/h. Thus the Black Mamba, a snake that hunts in the scorching sun while the night stages are associated with horror for most people. This is a sneak and swift; it camouflages itself with the darkness to attack with great vigor. It's not a beast of bluff; it's a hiss of the end; a voice of death for those who dare cross its path. I'd ask you to fear the snakes but also to understand them. It's not that the Black Mamba is evil; it's just that it is as much a victim of circumstances as is the frog and it is, in every sense of the word, a perfectly evolved killing machine in a world where killing is an intrinsic necessity. … (Just for, you know, if you ever need) If you get bitten, use Polyvalent antivenom.)

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When you're older, you'll make sisters. Sisters that will be dear to you. Women that you'll never let go of, never say goodbye to. When you'e older, you'll be a megastar. Helping people is what you do best, that is surely to be your legacy. Whatever field you choose, God will smile and bless those that you touch. When you're older, you'll dance with someone special. Someone special is someone that you should keep, so don't do something stupid for them to leave. When you're older, people will love you. When you come, they will shower flowers on the ground you walk on. When you want a favor, they'll do it right away, forbid any questions asked. When you're older, childish things won't bother you. You are good and alright with and by yourself. When you're older, peace is the norm. Knowing who you are shouldn't be as hard as pinning a cloud from the high sky, but as familiar as the words that roll out of your mouth. When you're older, you'll take care of your parents. Talk with them, laugh with them, share with them, all of that. Show your thanks through the work you do for them. Show your thanks through the work you do because of them. When you're older, you'll get closer with God. Your sisters will be on the same journey, as you would be, and daily conversations with the Most High will come naturally in your spirit and renew your flesh. So when you're older, you'll get closer with God. When you're older, you will simply experience true happiness. The kind that is not dependent on any thing or any one. The kind that is not dependent on any substance or circumstance, but the kind of happiness that comes purely within.

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By the end of June 1966, I was married, and my brother was planning his college graduation which would take place in just a few short weeks. I didn't think life could get any better. Then to the horror of my parents, a letter for my brother, who was twenty-one years old was delivered the Monday after his graduation. He, like thousands of other young men, was being drafted. He reported for duty. My friend Eddie had the same situation but one year later. Being only seventeen when he graduated from high school, he didn't get his notice until his eighteenth birthday. My brother and Eddie saw their share of battle and horror. When my brother came home, I honestly believe that part of his mind stayed in Vietnam. He had nightly nightmares. Eddie, on the other hand, didn't make it home. I still remember the day, while visiting my mom, I slid open her living room window and saw a green Jeep pulled to a house a few doors down the street. We hurried downstairs and sat on the front steps of our apartment house and soon heard Eddie's mother's screams. “My boy! My boy! Oh my God, My boy!” Her sobbing wails still echo in my mind, even after all these years. The entire neighborhood attended Eddie's funeral. Yes, my brother attended. He thought it appropriate, but he didn't wear his uniform. He attended as Eddie's friend not a fellow-soldier. Frankie thought, that while Eddie was having a military funeral, his parents didn't need to see more uniforms around, especially on a friend who made it home. I can still see him hugging Eddie's mom and she hung on to him fiercely as they both cried. Ironically, Eddie's parents and mine were best friends while they were teens. I guess it just made sense that Eddie and I would become close friends. No, we weren't a couple – we were just a couple of kids who were friends and hung out together. We both loved to have fun and very often would listen to my small transistor radio and with the rest of our friends, sing (or try to) whatever song was playing. Our voices were loud, VERY loud, but all too often, off-key. Didn't matter. We were having fun. Eddie always wore a watch and on weekends, could be seen checking the time regularly. Saturday night was a “date night” for his parents and Eddie being the wonderful son he was, made sure he was home by 7PM to take care of younger brother so his parents could go out and catch a late movie. That was Eddie – full of life, laughter, and love. He was a friend to everyone who knew him. He never had one bad word to say about anyone. He was kind, compassionate, loving, and eager to smile. He, like so many others, was too young to die. Eddie died on May 21, 1969, and even though it's been fifty-four years, he's never been forgotten, not by his family or his friends. We think of him often and while we're all proud of him and the sacrifice he paid for his country; we are also bitter because he was just a kid - “just another casualty.” As far as I'm concerned, he was not then, is not now, and never will be “just another casualty.” Just like other families and friends, I will never, I repeat NEVER consider Eddie's name “just another name on the wall.”

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I was on my way to my new apartment one day when I saw her. I wouldn't have noticed her in the swarming crowd if she didn't extend her hands out to me when I passed her. I didn't stop at first and she got busy on other people. But I went back and gave her a quarter. Her face lighted up. She looked at me with her wrinkled lips parted into a big smile revealing her yellow crooked teeth. It was only a quarter, I thought. When I saw her again, she was sitting on a newspaper spread out on the pavement eating rice from a paper bag. All her belongings which included a bottle of water, a paper plate, a bowl with some coins in it and dirty rags were gathered around her. She didn't look up when I passed. She was too busy gobbling up her meal. I stopped in front of her and handed her a bag of apples. She beamed. She gazed at me with an open mouth and then took the apples. The hopelessness in her eyes made a little space for joy. She said a prayer and then asked God to bless me. Her crinkled hands were thanking me. She watched me walk back all the way with a huge smile on her creased face. In the evening, she was munching on the apples. I guess she liked them. Weeks went by and I gave her a quarter every day. She was always so happy to see me, even at times I didn't have anything to give her. Others like her never stayed in the same place but she could always be found under the old sturdy tree by the parking lot. In rains, drenched from head to toe, she found shelter under a plastic sheet. I wondered what was her story? Where did she come from? Had her life always been like this? Or was it because some misfortune had befallen her and left her homeless? Did she have any family? Where were they? Or was she all alone in the world? A month before when I was leaving for work, she was still at her old spot but something was different. She was not in her usual stained loose old clothes anymore, rather she was wearing a neat dress that was not shredded from anywhere. Instead of the newspaper, there was a basket full of ripe and fresh apples spread out on a mat in front of her. She waved when she saw me. The concrete cracks on her face looked a bit loosened. She offered me some apples. When I tried to pay her, she refused. Apparently, she had saved up all my quarters and started her own business. She did not want my money anymore but told me that I can take as much apples as I wanted from her and whenever I wanted them.

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