The Legendary Michael Jackson

Michael and Quincy sat in the room, listening to the tapes that were recorded just a few hours ago. It was unclear what Quincy thought, but Michael felt the grown up and disco feel it had. " This is gonna sell." He mumbled excitedly. Quincy nodded in agreement before standing up. " hujambo Mike, I gotta go, my wife Peggy is waiting for me. And so is her shrimp, kamba gumbo. See ya later Funky." He left.

Now I was alone, with nobody to be found. So, I packed up everything and left. Mother was probably get worried, so I called my driver to get me home, since my car was in the duka getting repainted.

Dear Michael Jackson

I know wewe aren't here with us now, and heaven took wewe to soon. If only wewe could read this, I want wewe to know that we your mashabiki will never forget wewe au your amazing legacy. I continue to play your muziki in my car, and when I am at nyumbani at times. wewe run across my mind everyday, and not a siku goes kwa that I don't think about wewe au your amazing legacy. Your muziki pulls me out of my darkest hours, and brightens them, and I am so blessed I met so many people here at the Michael Jackson fanpop Club. I am uandishi from my heart, and I just want wewe to know how much we upendo and miss wewe Michael.

~ Love, Cody.