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Bom Dia Africana
Ass-nosing the planet, sniffing for better perceptions. Red roses?
Boat is anchored, reaching stable ground, running.. running.. running..
The African Sun is like an X-Ray showing who I am, naked and exposed.
I am playing a social game, trying to communicate with locals.. it’s not easy since they see my blue eyes full of vitamin A — I am an alien.
The promenade is picturesque with coconuts, soft sands and views to the tropical ocean but it is an overall apparent lie.
Sewege is flooding the streets, homeless people starving, rubbish in humongous quantities.. uncontainable noise.. fast cars pacing disabled people without a blink, leaving dust on their face.
And me, I am running and smiling to everyone, greeting every second stranger into my ‘walk-must-talk-zone’.. I look like a joke, like a ghost, like a dummy sent by God to laugh about oneself or about them, I do not know but I want to know better so here I go. go say hello.
People I greeted bom dia with a smile:
A bodybuilder walks in the street stuffing a fluffy cake from a plastic bag.
A youngster living on the roof of an abandoned…
