Last night, Baby Greg fell off. It was inevitable. The single strand of blue hemp that had been tied around my ankle for 4 months didn’t have a hope of making it till Christmas. But, like I told Marion on the phone last week, everytime I look at it, I think of her. And Bendu. And Darling Boy. And Joanna. And Friend. And Ali. So, I wasn’t ready for it to be gone
But then, just when I thought I might not have a reason to remember, I find this:
http://www.kltv.com/global/video/flash/popupplayer.asp?vt1=v&clipFormat=flv&clipId1=2869229&at1=Sport&h1=Malcolm
The baby you see sucking the bottle is Greg. And there are all of the rest of them. All of my incredible Liberian friends who I told “I will not be forgetting you” as I left.
Thanks God.
And maybe, somewhere in this vast expanse of a country, I will be able to find another small piece of blue hemp.
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Last night, Baby Greg fell off. It was inevitable. The single strand of blue hemp that had been tied around my ankle for 4 months didn’t have a hope of making it till Christmas. But, like I told Marion on the phone last week, everytime I look at it, I think of her. And Bendu. And Darling Boy. And Joanna. And Friend. And Ali. So, I wasn’t ready for it to be gone
But then, just when I thought I might not have a reason to remember, I find this:
http://www.kltv.com/global/video/flash/popupplayer.asp?vt1=v&clipFormat=flv&clipId1=2869229&at1=Sport&h1=Malcolm
The baby you see sucking the bottle is Greg. And there are all of the rest of them. All of my incredible Liberian friends who I told “I will not be forgetting you” as I left.
Thanks God.
And maybe, somewhere in this vast expanse of a country, I will be able to find another small piece of blue hemp.