Forget me not,
Cold, brisk African air.
Forget not how my tears watered,
The cracks of the Sossusvlei
Seeping deep into the cracking veins of the Earth.
Or how my warm breathe,
Spread through the air,
Breathing out a thirst for opportunity.
Forget me not,
My Africa.
Forget me not,
As my soul explores,
In search for return.
Forget me not,
Cold, brisk African air.
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It's a very difficult challenge to try to understand oneself and one's own mind. It's a difficult thing to do because you questi...
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The Stars cascade Tides pulling us in and out. Licking the shore, Then lapping it up again, Toes buried in the sand. The sky casca...
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Recovered skulls of the victims of the 1994 Rwandan Genocide in a display case in the Kigali Genocide Memorial. Photo: Arlana Shikongo Immig...
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