Being Kwesi@MomandPops.com

I have become my mother, I drop knowledge nuggets on neandertal noggins like Socrates, Blues popping ankle breaking nappy locks. Marley wailing from guitar guts.

I have become my father. A gibraltar gladiator with rock strong balls. I eat dumbells for breakfast and terrorize libraries I arrange atoms into an array of asteroids anchoring amongst atmosphere My minds a fanatic ferment of ales brews bebopping cross time.

I HAVE BECOME SOUL silent sweet like a psalm magic mystery midnight I have become Harmony.

Grandpa can c no evil

Wedding 1957