I did not really know how I got there. What I remember was that I was thinking how I could see my little girl in red. Remember, I promised her I would come back for her. A vision of a parade suddenly flashed my mind. So I concentrated further, trying to see what was happening. To my disbelief, I felt myself getting very light, moving fast towards that direction. I was so fast. I was flying and I landed there in an instant. It was a school.
She was there! I saw her with my two eyes. I walked towards her. But then she started to move. She ran towards that White man while the music was being played. An American man. She said goodbye. I got confused. I lost my balance. I fell down. I was not that strong yet. Ahhh, I forgot I was young, a young spirit.
I got no choice but to just listen to what they were saying to each other. I heard the man saying that he would go back to New Orleans. Yes, in America. He said he just visited as a volunteer but his main job was as a musician playing with Sachmo. You know Sachmo for sure, as he was actually Louis Armstrong, the great trumpet player whose hit was What A Wonderful World.
I knew Sachmo, believe me. He was born in 1901, the year when I got married to Gideon when I was sixteen years old. In 1925, he bacame famous as he formed the band called "Hot Five". How I liked his music then and till now. I confess, when I woke up from my slumber, I did not realize that it was his voice, it was him singing that song. At age 66, he was still good and well-known.
So that American would play music with Satchmo? How I wish I could see him in person. It would be nice to see him personally in New orleans. What an idea. Why not?
What's this? It was just a thinking. Oh my! Am I that powerful? Why I'm here in New Orleans already? It was just an idea, a wish and it happened at once.
Oh my God! I forgot my little girl in red. Forgive me girl. Forgive me. I'll come back to you in due time.
So I sat on a chair in a corner. I closed my eyes. I felt better. Satchmo's raspy singing voice made me feel wonderful. It was like home.
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