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Following the inauguration of Nelson Mandela in 1994, Selina and her little Jedidiah fled the country for the Dutchman had realized their contradicting identity. An old man found them in Dar es Salaam, a port city on the eastern shores of Africa. All aboard City of Smokes Timeship, they left Africa on December 25, 1995; a Christmas day in some people’s calendar. They left for the Blue Olympus Cape and landed there on the thirtieth day of October, the year two thousands and forty five and they lived there for a couple of decades in the outskirts of Taugamma, an industrial province south of Pink Shadow mostly mushroomed with shanty maisonnettes and other low life shacks.
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PostSubject: DUST MAN DUST   Sun Apr 29, 2018 12:22 pm

It's just paining a lot, 
On the last day I'm gonna leave this world, 
It's just paining a lot, 
On the last day I'm gonna say no word, 
It's just paining a lot, 
On the last day I'm gonna leave my beloved family.

People will cry, on the day I'll die
Others will be shocked, blaspheming why? 
People will cry, on the day I'll die
Others will be laughing cos they are standing high.

Remember the serpentine, 
Enjoying with my friends while drinking wine, 
What about the Valentine? , 
My corpse inside golden coffin, nothing shines. 

Dust man dust, dust man dust
When I think of the last
I do cry_
Dust man dust, when I think of the last
I do cry.

People will carry my coffin
To the burial ground, 
The clergy man gonna say this
To the people around, 
I was the best man church never had before, 
I was an expert each and everything I know.

My nice cars and wife all gonna stick around
My nice shoes and suits and all that I found
Another guy will come and claim them all? 
And my name shall be forgotten O my soul? 

Dust man dust_
When I think of the last I do cry.
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