Sunday 16 August 2015

ThOuGHtS oF IndePEndANce




In this place with no dawn nor dusk,
Where the sun blinds your sight and the rain drowns your step,
Colourful doors still let music echo through the stillness of the night.
Beer, smiles, clicking handshakes and a guitar dance around a familiar afro beat,
As the country stumbles towards an invisible horizon.

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