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19-08-04, 01:02 AM
K man coms screeching into the party in his trusty blackmobile.... The smell of burning rubber is thick as he brings his Car to a sudden stop...
Out leaps the K man with da Cape on his back and a K on his chest...'Did Ashanti seh she wah dance?..Rahtid..
Oonu pickney move nuh, give me a wall so that I can rub off her pleats man..Time I finish wid Ashanti she will walk bruk foot till marning time..
(Ashnati translation): Hark did i hear Fred's beloved requesting my hand in a dance, wow can you young people move aside.. I need some wall space so that I can iron Ashanti's pleated Skirt whilst she has it on.. hmmm the time this dance ends..I wager Ashanti wil be walking like John Wayne for the longest time..
African heart, African mind
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