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MY Fellow Mausicans,
Brother Mikal's poem captured the spirits of Mausica, our 65 acres.
When I visited our Mausica campus in 2013, I too was shocked at the ruins. I wondered how could the powers that be allow an institution like Mausica die. Then I heard the spirits speaking to me.
"They could kill the body but not the soul. Spirits don't die. They grow wings and fly. Fly to the ends of God's earth. Today there are Mausicans all over the globe. Some remained home to "Hold the Light". Others have carried the light to the USA, Canada, Australia, Europe, the Caribbean and mother Africa, Many return to sweet TNT to refuel.
Presently I am in La Romain experiencing the wonders of of "social distancing". I am one of two boys placed in two stables. In stable number one , there was a boy with every imaginable toy. Yet he was crying, wanting to escape. In Stable number 2, which was full of horse manure, a little boy was excitedly digging up the manure. The scientist conducting the experiment was curious and asked the subject, "Son, why are so excited. Why is your behavior so different from that of the boy next door?" The boy looked up and shouted. "Sir, with all this horse manure in here, there has to be a pony.When I find it, I'll jump on its back and ride all day."
That little boy was a Mausican like us.
When they released us in their classrooms, they said we couldn't teach. We too young, we too dis we too dat. In a short while, we changed their perceptions. Every principal wanted a Mausican on their staff. In Music Festival and Arts Festival, Mausicans were competing against Mausicans. We had revolutionized teaching. Don't talk about Common Entrance results.
Yes, the structures do not tell the whole story. There is never "A Single Story". We Mausicans must" "Live Our Legacy". As Mr Williams once told me, " You Do It".
Ah goin an talk wit meh cousin, Carlston. Is 10:39 p.m.
As usual,
Rodney Foster 66-68
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