The man from Kongo told me that long ago his mother’s mother’s mother’s mother’s Mother was taken. Ripped away, to be sailed away, and sold away to Ayiti. The pride in his eyes in saying, in stating, that HE KNOWS. I said HE KNOWS. Mwen di w li konnen! That he has fanmi in Ayiti. That pride, matched the tears welling up in mine eyes. For bondage and time, distance