Back in the 80′s, in Upper Volta (now called Burkina Faso) my friend an I visited the capital Ouagadougou. We needed to visit every three months in order to fill up on supplies. In Ouaga, as we called it, we stayed in air conditioned hotels, ate steak and pizza and filled duffel bags with canned [...]
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Boy. I don’t know, I’m just mad at my mother. I don’t know, she just, uh, she calls me up the other day. She wants to borrow ten dollars for some food! Can you believe that? I said, “Hey! I work for a living! So I loan her the money. Yesterday, she calls me up [...] “As for a Ghana-man, it is better to kill a him than to call him a bastard.” — A language instructor for the Peace Corps, 1982 Zuma picked up the pipe wrench and charged me. My own considerable anger changed into fear, fight to flight. Soon, however, the reality of my situation pierced the emotion; [...] |
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