Mind is buzzing of thoughts I’ve nurtured through my stay. In all the questions I’ve sought answers to, I’ve discovered many more to be unsure of. In the stare of that man begging, wandering from wagons to streets, seeking coins to satisfy his hunger. The draw of
Strides feel heavy, I fear the very street I live on. I consider myself lucky, the man shot by the cop on tv is of a far lighter shade than I am. Yes, somehow it feels his shade mattered, because that’s the only rationalization I could come up with.
No one will ever look back and see this lad having left all his heart on the line. Uncomfortably, but uncontrollably he loved all the way. The story turns into talking points. The why? The maybe you just foolish. No one will remember the zeal, the breathless moments. The commitment
Mama Africa Oh you of rich history, legends and tales, envious to no other, Nations of hospitality, so welcoming, duped into forsaking your own birth rights. Oh you of morals, high and unflinching, beliefs transcending supernatural, Engrained into a way of life, the way of life of the motherland. Oh
It is again sort of that time of the year again, where I get to live out of my bag for 2 weeks, headed to Iceland, Denmark, Sweeden, Norway and Germany. Instead of a play by play of these oh so well covered nations, I'm inclined more to