Riding home today on that nice dirt path and blistering sun , I turn my attention to a group of kids. They are with their moms off to town or where ever else. They point at me shouting, jumping up and down, waving their little hands You are black, YOu are black, You are Black

I get called a lot of interesting things, this was just another day. I could not help but laugh and ride on. Sometimes thats better than nothing. Oh Mali.