Black men
It is a black man, who is offering me his seat in my local shawarma joint. In a world without reference point I am drawn back into my African home. He makes me cry, while I am flushing everything I ever believed in down the toilet.
I have begun to question the concept of Africa...because it is something very different and contrradictory to itself...and I prefer to tell things as they appear to me, tell stories I have heard and introduce you to people I know.