PEACE AND LOVE DOESN’T LAST LONG | Ezekiel Millinga He could feel his superficial temporal veins pulsing. “Fuck!”
The office door opened and Baraka walked out. He arched his eyebrows with his mouth closed, and chin toward the neck.
Baraka then extended his hands. “Daniel, did you read the banner at the gate?”
Daniel exhaled. “Teach your secretaries to behave.”
"Stress ends at the gate, man." Baraka said,
"And you can't teach people to behave better by making them feel worse. When people feel better, they behave better.”
“We need to talk.”
“Help me understand first… after two years, the best DJ in the country unpredictably appears in my studio, late at night, blaring at my secretary, pounding tables, and forcing up to meet an unknown producer like me. Why?"