At a time historically when conversation is for the most part a lost art, I am amazed that the only people talking are those trapped next to each other on flights or in prison cells on lockdown, or on sinking ships once the last lifeboat is filled. Conversation is not the penalty for isolation, but often it feels such.
Am I mimicking the newly freed Africans upon arrival back to West Africa? Is this critique first world arrogance? Hum. I will have to observe and see (smile).
posted by Interchange @ 5:47 PM
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I am a serious person who is concerned about the well-being of African people past, present and future.
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