Sunday, January 9, 2011


Africa comes around me like the ghost of an old lover. It won’t leave me alone. Won’t let me work. Won’t let me eat. But I am unrecognizable to it now – a pallid spirit against a desolate backdrop. Charred into white ash. A No Man’s Land, an Unforgivable Place. The malnourished child of boredom and death, with genes that only doom it more.

What am I supposed to do here? Stuck by immobility and unpreparedness

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