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The Loser's Heart

Never count your chicken before they hatch because you cannot tell what is hiding around the back, never build your hopes too high or place your dreams above the sky, when in doubt, do your researches before you start to shout.

 keep your spirit calm before the break of dawn and the earth will reward you.
The gift of life is found in the core of the earth but if you build your sentiment in the sky it will fall down and die, for everything at the top will fall to the ground when destiny finds it home, those words kept haunting her as her spirit roams and she searches desperately for a place to call home.

But some things where not meant to be when the river cross path with the sea  on election night was positioned to be; the message was light and it was all about fight and the frequent chanting of winning instead , showing telling and doing.

She thought she had won when the architect met her with a grin, she thought she had it in the bag when the jubilant crowd gathered under the big tent ahead of the announcement.

Everything was well rehearsed and dollars were swelling in the purse, the musicians were on base to start the watch night party before the result was disbursed for the big race. Peter Alexander was on base describing the watch party rehearsals and was waiting for some clue to drop the first pair of shoe.

Everyone held their breath waiting for the poll to close to surrender their souls, and shortly after seven the first shoe was drop from heavens and something magnificent happen.

The exit poll revealed that life was real and destiny was on track for a magnificent deal; their eyes were open wide and some people start to cry and those watching the big screen were shattered by the dream and so the twenty sixteen oracle came back in the shadows of the night to haunt them. 

Peter Alexander was barely into the night with his news coverage and was caught off guard when a group of people walked out of the crowd in a line and the people on stage rehearsing the dance stop abruptly once the  results start pouring in, it was obvious that he had won, the losers heart was broken and she could not carry the burden.

It was exactly like twenty sixteen, when the Heavens disrupted her dreams. Everything was pre-planned and not one stone was left un-turned, they had to get it right before they start rolling the dice.

I could see tears welled up in her eyes, when she certify her own
Defeat in front of house filled with law makers and policy makers, they too were hoping for the script to flip but their emotions took the dip and the miracle that she had hoped for did not happen when she certified the votes.

She is still in a shock and crowd size and big spending had little to do with nothing, it breaks my heart to see human suffering and so it’s not about the woman or her position, you gamble with something that was not supposed to be at a pivotal moment in history; the debt were too high and your policy would have taken it further to the sky.That was what made him win, nothing in the pot was cooking and I hate to see human suffering.
 
Can you feel the losers heart ? Put your hands over it and touch it and feel the rhythm moving in it, her heart is still aching for more and she has a mission to complete before age sixty four; her ambition is deep and at age sixty five when the weather is fine she will put her life on the line and run a second time

There will be no crowning; she will build her grass root campaign from scratch and build a coalition from bottom to top and the people will always remember that for there is no easy way to attain the American dream, you got to fight it out on the television screen; that is the deal

 The loser’s heart start startled me,
The loser’s heart bewildered me

Invite the losers for tea and pull her out of the man made fantasy and bring her back to reality. She has worked to do so give her all your support to make her dream come true, the purpose is for me and you.

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