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Sleep Apnea Or Agent Orange: Let’s Hear It For Monsanto

Zenobia Jackson told Officer Murphy that her husband, Rufus, was 'a wonderful man when he was awake' but for years he had been jerking 'something terrible' during his sleep and had kept waking her up. He'd swing his arms, she said, like those martial arts men he liked to watch on television. When the bouts were over, he'd give her a big kiss on the forehead and go to bed.

'Oh, he was just a doll, ' she said, 'when he was awake.'

In the last month, however, Rufus had fallen out of bed three times 'fighting' in his dreams. In the morning he'd tell her he'd been dreaming that he was back in Vietnam. Sometimes he dreamt he was shooting at burglars breaking into their house in the old neighborhood. That's why they had to move to a different neighborhood and why he bought a gun, a little pistol he kept under his pillow just in case he heard someone in the house. You can't be too careful these days, he told her. He even taught her how to shoot the gun one night when no one else was on the tennis courts in Sherman Park. He said she was real good. Not many women, he said, can aim straight. They could have used her, he said, in Vietnam.

But last night, she said, when Rufus was dreaming again, he swung his arms at least ten times, like he was chopping sugar cane back in Louisiana before they moved North. He caught her with an elbow to the eye and then another to the nose just as she was ducking. “That's why I look the way I do, ” she told Officer Murphy.

Long ago, she had stopped trying to wake Rufus when he was thrashing about. It was because of the pistol under his pillow. He had reached for it one night right after she had shaken him. She had screamed and that woke him up and he wasn't too happy about it. He said he couldn't get back to sleep the rest of the night. And he wasn't lying because she was awake all night, too, listening to him grumble and curse.

Just a week ago, she had taken him to a sleep clinic where he had stayed overnight. The doctor said he might be suffering from sleep apnea but she had never heard of anyone with sleep apnea thrashing and kicking about like her Rufus. She had a lady friend in the choir at church whose husband had sleep apnea but all he did was 'snore too loud, ' her friend said, no thrashing about.

'So that's how it happened, ' Zenobia told Officer Murphy, who was busy taking notes. Rufus had reached under the pillow for the pistol and she had to stop him.

'Two in the head, ' she said, 'and he be dead.'
Donal Mahoney

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Sleep, sleep, O'sleep
There is nothing to fear now
No more fears
No more bills
No more 4: AM wakeup time
For work, no more traffics
No more sleeping with an eye open'
No more fears of CANCER and HIV/AIDS

Sleep, sleep, O'sleep
No more heart sores

I know you are still here
With us...
Emeyazia Iwe Chukwudi

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In sleep, glory awaits!
Conversations all through out the system
All you communicate
All things sighted as crystals
Are you statistical, Pristine!
Daily in your sleep?

In sleep, the sook ululate,
Too much factoids
Events though reckoned
No less, contingency
Thee! Acts movies
The recreant pelts though.

In sleep, thee is a lightening bolt,
Unbeatable sleep is,
Different from others
No physical fights
Compensated for always when skipped,
Together! We can be sleep.

Emmanuel Brian Oule
Emmanuel Brian Oule

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Oh' my dear, the passers by,
I beg you all to listen a while.
I don't beg any food from you
Not even any money.
I beg you all for a little sleep only -
what I lost for years many.
I beg for a bit of peace also,
For which I am dying so long.
Yes, I beg a little sleep and peace
I beg you give me please.
I'll just sleep for a little while -
I Only will sleep with a peace.

I'm yearning, I'm beckoning
I'm praying and crying for them
But alas, they never come to me
Nor bothered a little even.

I searched for them since long back
But I couldn't get even a bit.
I'm begging now from door to door
With a hope to get a bit.
Can you now, by any means -
Give me a little please.
I'll just sleep for a little while -
I Only will sleep with a peace.

I didn't sleep for a long long time
Also I need a peace in my mind,
I beg a little sleep and peace
I beg you give me please.
I'll just sleep for a little while-
I only will sleep with a peace.
Amitava (14.5.2013)
Amitava Sur

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