tersentuh hati aku menbaca cerita abang ni. Mustafah Davis. Menarik. Don't mind the grammatical errors k.
Today, while out with my family at the Ashby Flea Market in Berkeley California, I ran into a man who changed the entire course of my life 15 years ago. And he did it with a smile and one simple question. I have no doubt in my mind that had I not met this man on that cold day in February, that I would either be dead or in prison.
15 years ago while on my way to a college class, I ran into a familiar looking guy who pointed at my shirt and said "good looking out" and stood up and shook my hand. I was sporting dread locks, wearing a Haile Selassie shirt, baggy jeans, suede Pumas, sunglasses and a Sessions snowboarder jacket. I was the quintessential hard to label California Bay Area pseudo hip hop hippie skater. Happy because of my rasta shirt he guy said to me "Hey I think I know you dude, we met at such and such a place. My name is Whitney Canon (who we now know as USAMA CANON)." I answered in the affirmative and we struck up a conversation and realized we had several mutual friends. This "chance" meeting would prove to be "one of two" of the most important random occurrences in my life.
Strangely it ended up that we had the same Spanish class together and ended up sitting next to one another. Over the course of a few days we learned that we were both musicians / artists. Usama had the code to the piano room in the music hall so we'd sneak into the room and sit and play music for hours and talk about spirituality. We did this just about every day for an entire semester.
