We met in the Cape in the summer. We, The KonWomyn, them, Fifth Floor. Us, four poets without a mic and them, five (of 11) MCs spitting on the mic. Together we had the best of times, hiphop nites uptown and dancehall/Binghi vibes in the kasi. iGive thanks for the journey that made me the sista iAm today and for the many memories, but today I mourn the passing forward of one faya brotha.