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I am speachless. I just keep saying "Oh No Whitney, No".  A voice through Africa from Heaven.  I knew she was unhappy the way she sang so well, so much pain, so much spirit, like Aretha.  I don't know why she was so unhappy, must have been her childhood like so many of us, descendants from Africa, scars from our past, shackles we carry even to this day.  And that sick evil Bobby Brown; he was so much like the scum that I married and so beneath her, which shows she was a battered woman.  My Jesus.  The good die young.  Heaven bless you Whitney, I loved you so.