Friday, April 29, 2005 - 12:00
My story is as similar to yours. Your forebears were in the middle of all these. Mine just happened to be better liars. Six generations later, the story is still told as if they were happened yesterday. Somewhere in Timbuktu, USA, life is good to me. However, I am emotionally tied to a small island nation in the South Pacific. What this small nation need is a leader; someone who remembers, he is provided with luxury while his subjects are struggling to make ends meet; someone who remembers being king is a privilege not a right.