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This is Africa My feet need a deep clean Stained red and dusty More than just ***** This is Africa My clothes stick to me I wouldn’t want to smell me I’m hot beyond sweaty This is Africa I’m a sight worth seeing A target for street traders My skin is impressive so it seams This is Africa Where the fruits grow so tasty But prices are doubled for me Yet they’re worth it This is Africa Where the people seam happy Whilst living life more simply Even when stretching to raise money This is Africa Where time has no certainty Motion no stress or urgency Things just happen more tardily This is Africa Where police are bought at a fee People roam with guns and machete But we’ve not seen them used This is Africa And it’s welcomed me So much I don’t want to leave I just want more
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
This is Africa
This is Africa My feet need a deep clean Stained red and dusty More than just ***** This is Africa My clothes stick to me I wouldn’t want to smell me I’m hot beyond sweaty This is Africa I’m a sight worth seeing A target for street traders My skin is impressive so it seams This is Africa Where the fruits grow so tasty But prices are doubled for me Yet they’re worth it This is Africa Where the people seam happy Whilst living life more simply Even when stretching to raise money This is Africa Where time has no certainty Motion no stress or urgency Things just happen more tardily This is Africa Where police are bought at a fee People roam with guns and machete But we’ve not seen them used This is Africa And it’s welcomed me So much I don’t want to leave I just want more
Kampala, Uganda. January 27th 2013
macstoire
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
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