“Dikuna men, I’m not Rehman Dakait, as you may have thought, I am Raymond Dacosta… my screen name, my alter ego… hello.”

As evening descended into night, a powerful Portuguese-type music , coupled with African beats rent the air, the music seemed to emanate from an automobile that soon came to a halt, and the music was loud and reverberating. As I opened my front door, a gentleman stepped out of the black car, he was dressed in all black with dark shades, he danced slowly with a tremendous amount of swag. He came towards me, arms outstretched, a half smile on his lips, and then he spoke —

“Dikuna men, I’m not Rehman Dakait, as you may have thought, I am Raymond Dacosta… my screen name, my alter ego… hello.”

“Ah Lobo Lobo… sorry Raymond Dacosta, what’s this all about?”

“See men, wid

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