On that faithful 25th day of May 2020, if anyone had told George Floyd the African-American that it would be his last, I presume that the African blood in him would have sparked up some rebuke religiously or spiritually such as; âMay the gods forbidâ, â I rebuke that in Jesus nameâ, âIt is not my portionâ and so on. That is the African spirit and it does not know boundaries even if you are on the white manâs land. On that day, the overzealous white-skinned Police Officer, Derek Chauvin possibly woke up thirsty for human blood. To beat the common phrase of a âtrigger happy policeâ, he opted to sniff life out of a fellow man employing choke â holding him down by the throat with his knee. I watched in pain wondering what he was thinking to subject Floyd to such a gruesome act resulting in his death. His faint voice of âI canât breatheâ should have melted Chauvin’s heart but it appeared he had non at the time. It was grieving to watch that video on social platforms and cable networks.