I am still feeling weak on fluids without solids plus lack of appetite- Kasebamashila Kaseba

By Kasebamashila Kaseba
DAY 2 UPDATE

(I am still feeling weak on fluids without solids plus lack of appetite.)

“RAT RACE” “CRAZY BALDHEADS”

— Here comes the conman …with his con plan —

As I lay on the concrete floor looking up the unlit Kabwata (Zambia) Police cell concrete ceiling, on my first night, after being told, “Rastaman, remove your headsock. This is not Kingston, Jamaica,” I later remembered or jammed or confused two Bob Marley songs lyrics, “Rat Race” and “Crazy Baldheads”.

Here comes the conman
Coming with his con plan
We won’t take no bribe
We’ve got to stay alive

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Them crazy, them crazy
We gonna chase those crazy
Out of town
Chase those crazy baldheads
Out of our town.

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Rat race!
Oh, it’s a disgrace
To see the human-race
In a rat race, rat race!
… horse race
… dog race
… human-race
But this is a rat race, rat race!