Song of a Cordial Meeting From Africa
I met a young lady who said that she was Africa, one of those people whom you usually find heading in the opposite direction, even while sitting at the same table. Indirectly seeking a subconscious answer from me as she asked me had I seen my country woman, speaking of a lady, probably of African descent, and thus telling her that it had been about five hundred years since I had seen her. I guess seeing how ethnocentric I was as an American rather than part of an ethnic ideology.
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