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Flip of a Coin

As my confidence blossomed alongside my connection to the microphone, the art of crafting songs started to harmonize with my soul. The intricate dance of musical storytelling unfolded before me like a well-worn map, guiding me through the terrain of rhythm, cadence, and the pulsating heartbeat and love for hip hop music- a musician's lexicon that I was swiftly mastering.


Under the veil of night, my dear friend Jeremy, a familiar face from tales past, encountered a hitchhiker on his journey home. This towering figure bore a striking resemblance to a fusion of Jack Kerouac's free spirit and Saul Williams' poetic intensity. His name, Malaki, echoed the uniqueness that radiated from his very being.


As Malaki stepped into our gathering, I found myself immersed in a whirlwind of freestyle rhymes in the cozy living room, weaving lyrical tapestries for the assembled friends. The moment our gazes met, Malaki's eyes held a wisdom that seemed to grasp the essence of my spontaneous wordplay as if he heard other rap artist with a similar devotion and passion.


Through animated storytelling, Malaki painted vivid portraits of a place called Asheville, North Carolina, circa 2001, portraying it as the revered epicenter of freestyle rap. It sounded like a utopian paradise to me!


Malaki, with a knowing gleam in his eye, spoke of Asheville as the breeding ground for artistic growth and a nexus where the best in the rap scene converged. He singled out a luminary figure, Charles Matthew Stewart, known by his stage name Chachillie.


The next day, Malaki made a return to our gathering, accompanied by his new girlfriend, who, to my fortune, possessed a vehicle ready to embark on my next adventure.


As I shared my plans of attending a music festival in Canada with Malaki, envisioning a different journey ahead, he tossed a curveball into the mix. Unexpectedly, he proposed a detour to Asheville, steering us towards a path brimming with musical promise and uncharted creativity.


In a moment of spontaneity, I once again surrendered to fate and flipped a coin - assigning tails to Asheville and heads to Canada. While this unconventional decision-making method may not be the norm, in the eyes of a youthful and eager 20-year-old rap artist, it felt like the perfect course of action in that serendipitous moment.


I watched with anticipation as the coin danced through the air, its shiny surface mirroring the uncertainty and thrill of the forthcoming moment that would determine my next move - embarking on an unknown adventure with the mysterious spoken word artist I had recently met.


As the coin landed on tails, I found myself embarking on a spontaneous 12-hour trip to Asheville, North Carolina in search of Chachillie.


How frequently do we allow serendipity to steer us toward profound encounters, and where could a leap of faith lead us on our unique journey of creativity and self-development?




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