In my next few blogs I will be high
lighting extracts from my book, Day in the Life of Abby, tales of an
emancipated colonist.
Clarence was now plunged into a deep state of
loneliness as he pondered the case and his desires. Like the old Negro spiritual goes {“sometimes
I feel like a motherless child a long, long way from home”} So Justice Abbensetts
was black “Yes a Negro person” yet a stranger in Africa .It was on one of these
nights as he sat on his veranda and reminisces the girl he left behind in South
America. As the sun went down and the evening got cool they would join the
other kids to sing and play ring games.
There is a colored gal in the ring.
Tra-la- la- la-la.
There is a colored gal in the ring.
Tra-la- la- la-la.
There is a colored girl in the ring.
For she loves sugar and I love plum.
Now show me your motion.
Tra-la-la-la-la.
Now show me your motion.
Tra –la-la-la-la.
For she loves sugar and I love plum.
She would jump into the middle of the
ring and start
winding he waist and bouncing those
hips, raising the hem of
her skirt showing off her beautiful
brown thighs.
