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EDITOR, The Tribune.

Who are we? Saxon’s Superstars want to know.

Great question because a lot of us have either forgotten where we came from or are too ashamed to even ride through the corners where we spent almost all of our childhood, and nothing is wrong with that. It’s all up to you. I can’t fault you for that.

But I promise you. I guarantee you that there were people through that corner, beside your family, who did not go to sleep each night without praying for you and are proud and very happy because of how successful you have become.

There are people in that community that brag about your accomplishments.

They have pictures of you in their homes, and newspaper clippings of you fill their scrapbook. You are their idol.

They love the dirt you walk on.

Bet you didn’t know that?

We are happy to see so many of our athletes that have turned pro visit their former schools to encourage our young students to be better people. They want to make a difference. They want to give back.

But today it’s not about them. The focus is on us who only made it this far by God’s grace and the prayers of the matriarchs that spent countless hours and sleepless nights on their knees praying for us.

Furthermore, you don’t have to be famous to make an impression on an at-risk youth.

They don’t need another hero. All they need is someone to point them out of the ruins away from the wreckage.

They don’t need to repeat the same mistakes. They are the children, the last generation, the ones we left behind.

Are we going to leave them there without even an attempt to show them the way out? If we did, all of the accomplishments we made would have been in vain.

They heard about you, their parents are telling them about you. “Why don’t you be like so-and-so who used to live up the road. “But they have a problem identifying with someone who does not speak to them. They don’t want to be like someone that believes they are better than others.

Hence the divide.

Why do you think they turn to crack teeth nation and mad-ass?

It is too bad that we read the obituaries of people we know, who we grew up with, there is no mention of their roots. Not a lick. Even in death, they are ashamed of their background. That period in their lives never existed.

Smokey 007 sang “ya born dere, Ya born dere”

So, what do we do with our lives?

We leave only a mark

Will our story shine like a light

Or end in the dark

Is it all or nothing?

What will our epilogue read?

God bless you.

God bless the Bahamas.”

ANTHONY PRATT

Nassau,

September 22, 2022.