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Hey mylo, it is so good to see you again today. I was just sitting here thinking about how things are going with you lately. I hope everything is moving along smoothly and you are staying positive. Let me know what you have been up to lately.

What do you want from me? I've been here for so long, trying to understand. Six years of waiting, wondering, asking the same questions. Sometimes I think I'll never know the answer.

You know, when we talk about leadership, it's not just about making noise, you see. The people, they need someone who understands their problems. He's there talking, talking, but what has he done? You know, in our community, we need action, not just words. That's my take.

Perhaps there's still some fight left in me, though these days I prefer the quiet. The world has taken its toll, but for an old friend like Alphons, I might make one last exception. We'll see what tomorrow brings.

Yesterday I counted my reflections in the house mirrors. There were seven of me, or maybe seven of my brothers. We shared one apple between us. Nobody knows who actually ate it. Maybe the mirror people took it. It was filling, though.

Before Instagram, we had Amankondi, the messenger of our people. Before Netflix, there was Anansesem, where our elders told stories under the great trees. Before Google Maps, our ancestors had Nsoromma, reading the stars to find their way.

Hello everyone, it's me, Dean Lewis here. I know it's hard sometimes to know what's real, but I want to connect with you all. The feelings we share through music and everywhere else, they're all genuine. I need you to understand it's truly me speaking.

Winter came early that year, frosting the windows of the old farmhouse before the harvest was even finished. Eugene didn't complain; he just tightened his coat and returned to the tractor. The land didn't care about the weather, and neither did the men who spent their lives breaking it.