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There are people who play significant roles in our lives. Many are the ones we sometimes over look when asked about who influenced whom we have become.
Prenzina Holloway was a young country girl not afraid to leave the small town of Fuguay-Varina, NC, to find her niche in Hartford,Connecticut where she continues to help many fulfill their own political aspirations though betrayed by some she trusted for support.
She'd done for so much for so many one would think that when she asked them to support her one candidate they'd bend over backwards to do so. But as fate would have it, in order to get her candidate elected, she had to fight some of them too. But she was not to be defeated. She did what any strong Black Woman would have done. She dug in deep...
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What the hell is going on? Prenzina asked. Are you all hearing what I’m hearing? Don’t you see that 1B is ahead of 6A in every district! she exclaimed. But, that’s okay. There is always a next time. And believe you me, there will be a next time, she concluded.
You, pointing to the candidate, the elderly woman helping with the numbers said. “You have a celebration to go to. Your comrades will be expecting to see you. We can take care of this; you just get yourself down town with the rest of them.
Calm down Prenzina, the night is young and the 6th, and 7th have not come in yet. We got you, the voice said.
Don’t worry about it. You know that the 9th through the 14th are ours, said Shirley, as she tries to comfort her.
Don’t touch me. Don’t any of you say a damn thing to me. The one time I asked you to support mine, look what happens. I don’t believe it! I know one thing, the only for sure Democrat I can depend on right now is my Puerto Rican Mayor. The rest of you know what you can do, she said with tears in her eyes. Motioning with her hand, Come on Ran and Joe, let’s go to the party.
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