They Imagine Their World

They imagine their world – a concept that fascinated me. I have always imagined my world. Who imagines me? As a high school student I used to throw dice and say the number before the die landed. This is the way life has been for me.
Now, I try to define the singing I heard from my hut. The high tone... the remorse... a ghost in the night. Looking for her culture. And I knew what it was to look for one’s culture, having not lived in America since age 22. And now the culture I knew no longer existed in America anyway. The America I left had become a nightmare. People shot each other in Malls. The government made no sense. Once I thought America didn’t think about money enough and now I see people calling private homes explaining how they can pay off a loan with another loan.