8 June 2008

Memories from Africa

Africa, the forgotten continent, the black continent, the one which we - Muzungus - have taken advantage of since the early days of civilization. We stole Africa's Majesty, stripped it to the bone and beyond, didn't leave a grain of sand untouched.
We just took, like hungry vultures, like the sea crashing upon the craggy shores on a stormy night - angry, wanting, conquering, never satisfied, not even when Africa is bleeding.
Africa has always been a mystery to me - a dream land of past and of colorful people, rich cultures, connected by an invisible thread to Mother Earth.
(to be continued...)

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