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I stopped reading a blog about Trayvon Martin to write this blog. ( I hope I got his name right.) Because a few days ago I lay in m bed and heard the sound of death break the dawn, dogs howl, bottles and stones thrown and men quarrelling because a woman was shot by local police men. In the morning when my curiosity swallowed bravery I walked up to the crime scene and I saw fresh evidence of death. Her marrow lying on the floor and the stream of blood remaining was being soaked up by the earth slowly. The zinc that acted only as visual block for her killers riddled with bullet holes, 32 to be precise. The bicycle that was parked in the yard still hold pieces of her essence and a bullet that may have landed in her or missed her completely. When I repeat the story of how she simply decided to take a drink of either Rum or Boom to the little girl’s Nine Night that was only a stone’s throw from her house and returned home because she had work in the morning but was unable to...