Rev Abel Amago has a daughter named Maya, an angel, whose voice I could only hear in my dreams.
She seeks absolution, despite her singing and her wit the equal or better than mine. I tell her, go thouest, to Pakistan, and do that voodoo there that you do. The answer is simple. Be the best Martin Luther King you could possibly be, and Malcolm also says, "JLo". [boss, you've stolen from GS again] <Yeah, mine ain't string cheese either> Mark
