taking action against those two tyrants, Itchy and Bulla. This can mess up my win in coming weeks."

Reality settled in. Things were now coming to light. Obvious signs now bombarded Lucky. Michael Stewarts was never for the people, and never would be; all Michael Stewarts wanted to do was win the election to heighten his chances for some future higher position in government.

"You need to take action, pussy! I fucked up by fucking with you. Trust me, your time will soon come," he said.

"Lucky-"

Lucky hung up the phone. It was time to be the man he was. _Since Roger wants action, I'm going to give him action._

Chapter 61

Desmond felt comfortable in Ras Negus's presence. The elderly Rastafarian was somewhat of a savior, an essential figure who just sohappened to come along during a drastic period in his life. As himself, the man had been down the same road, from politics to being involved in the element of criminality. Their lifestyles coincided in many ways. He felt a strong connection with the man.

Introduced to Ras Negus by Gun Gal, he and the man hung out regularly. The older man played somewhat of a father figure role in his life. He really respected the man. _Highly._

"Jah knows, Ras Negus, I'm really feeling your vibe. And to tell you the truth, I feel as if I'm ready to become a Rasta. I would like to learn more about H.I.S Majesty," said Desmond.

"Kings of Kings, Lords of Lords, conquering lion of the Tribe of Judah. Selassie I the First,