I was just not ready, I.
My luggage was on it, I was on it, and it was just about to back down the runway and leave Jahrock.
But InI was not ready.
So, I boldly stood up, told the Air Canada stewerdess that I didn't want to go back to Canada yet and could I please just, "Step outside?!!!!!!"
So,seconds before they pulled in the stairs, InI stepped off the big bird!!!!
Away went my luggage. I found my mendering way back to my Zincshack and shout out, "Rastafari!, Rasta. me na feel ta leave yet."
Nutin any one could do. The thunder split the fiirmanent and the rain come. Me light me small fire and chill.
No dunzai left in my pocket. But me feet were plant firmly on Jahrock.
Jah Rastafari.
Nesta sista
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