If you can get past the beads and shells on his head and listen to this song, I think you'll feel the same tingle I felt when I heard this song earlier today.
Thanksgiving break was wonderful though. The namesake of this blog hosted me again, and as always, it was a wonderful experience filled with familial love. I like living in LA, but it's always nice to visit the Bay Area to brave the 'cold' and feel the liberalness float through the air.
I haven't forgotten about you beloved readers. I am here for you. Are you here for me?
Sundiata was raised by alligators deep in the bayou of East Texas, where he grew strong and proud. As an early teen, he was taken in by Christian rice farmers. He showed a lot of potential in his educational pursuits, and today is a student at a prestigious university on the Pacific coast where he has encountered a cool baby kangaroo that hops around a lot. He has a hard time accepting the world as it is, and is continually fighting for change in the society within which he lives in any way he can.