There was once a dream that was Africa.
You could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper and it would vanish…
it was so fragile, the delicacy of a budding flower. With the promise of strength and beauty oozing from its dust and shadow of its faces.
And I fear that it will not survive the apocalypse coming.
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