I REMEMBER BETTER TIMES

“Hey Juan, what’s up my man?”

He asked as I watched the traffic jam; all those cars going nowhere. We were sitting under the tree.

“Not much bro, how are you?” I answered. It is always good to talk to my African big brother.

“I am doing fine little brother; I am looking for a new language, one that can be understood by everybody in the world. Do you dig what I am talking about?”

“I do man, you’re talking about the language of grace, you know, the language that has a lot of feeling”

“You the man!”