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Published: August 8th 2007
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The music sounded traditional and festive. Although we were one block away, pedaling in Paramaribo's streets, we could hear the brass, the keyboard and the drums. Like ants to sugar, we were drawn. A few feet off the road was a plain white building from which the music emanated. Dismounting, we inched inwards quite unprepared for what we would see. Inside was ablaze with colourslike the rainbow ha...
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Tyrone
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Secret messages
Hi Shanna I did know all dem secret messages you know. Hear dis one..its de most important one one head-wraps send to me "when we gon take a drink gal". Don laugh. Trust me. Its true