I am a passport holding European. I live in Africa.
I love Africa.
I see myself as a pale African. I belong here. In a
continent of conflict - in a continent of love - in a continent of life
But once in a while I go back to my 'mother'land. I visit
the poor bastards who believe vitamin D starvation is natural, who believe that
three days sun in a row is a great summer, who believe white people can
dance...
I have never been so angry. I fumed for days. I needed to be
calmed down. I wanted to punch some lovely people in the head. - I didn't...
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
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