Black things Fade

Now before I tell you about how black things fade,i'd love to tell you about how i've been telling myself about how am going to watch "Rango" over and over again until am just saying those lines in my dream!!...naah..it's not that bad...wait..some white(muzungu) has just walked in with dreaded hair...[okay,clearly, am just a pathetic roumour-monger, Ron,you win again!
So,like we were saying..."the tale of a hero,who's yet to enter his own story
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Black...I donno if it's just me or what,but every single black cloth i ever wore at one point finaly fades to gray..or brown..yes and maroon..or light blue..and green..OKAY!!!Whatever...Frankly,it hurts when all those things that fade were the very things that were so dear to you,things that you could never do without!
I dont know what am saying right now because anything black, is my favourite something...
Black is deep..black is subtle ..and so strong..and so firm..And yet black is what fades away when the morning comes!Black is what is washed away when with tears of hurting hearts!
Black is royal.
Out of all this fading blackness...a few of my favourite black things have still not faded..or atleast are still glistening with glory..Here goes:
That black t-shirt with the inscription "Woman of rare beauty",my favourite beaded black sweater, my hooded black jumper and my "diplo" shoes!
"He lived and he died...six 'blahblah' by his side...and the 'homies'they cried for RANGO"
CHALL!