A Prayer For Africa Ω I met a man on the Equator line, his skin as black as coal, his eyes flamed with smoking, boiling pitch .. that awful stare that just puts you there .. at that place .. at the root and seed .. of all the injustices […]
A Prayer For Africa Ω I met a man on the Equator line, his skin as black as coal, his eyes flamed with smoking, boiling pitch .. that awful stare that just puts you there .. at that place .. at the root and seed .. of all the injustices […]