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Moja-Pere? those who know us call us by our names. do not mistake jeers for cheers: they have never acknowledged the mind of the man on the horse; they never made him; and yet they dare to confine by defining him just as one who eats it. prematurely declaring our triviality before assessing our complexity. will my voice stand to divorce the slander cast against my people? my protest will make me rough and coarse while my voice sounds some kind of crazed noise to heal the spirit that bares no longer that we are a people unsung. our history demands our excellence! our presence requires it to sustain our authenticity, our future beckons us to unity. man on horse is man on the course of his destiny. peace, rain, prosperity. -Naleli












