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Notes on Nigeria:
The plains are graves for incenerated cars, and through the warm red dirt I can hear the screams of the crisp bodies they contain. Their voices sound like whistles in the harsh wind, but even the trees stand firm unable to move out of respect. In vain I close my eyes promising never to remember for remembering entails that at one point I forgot. But as I write these letters my mind begins to erase the faces i never saw, the eyes i never knew but who am i to remember this color of nigeria? Is it anymore important then the rest: The parents expoliting their child's innocent face for Naria (money), The girl spilling her basket of peanuts losing her means survival for the rest of the week, The little boy selling condoms to musty truck drivers kissing long legged prostitues, and the man shinning shoes on the side of the road for 20 cents unwilling to take the pity money I offer naively. All of them trying so hard to extend life for one more day, even though the next day their cold bodies will be bury in unmark graves which i'll step over without any thought, which i will forget without any thought because they were alive. Because they were alive today...
The plains are graves for incenerated cars, and through the warm red dirt I can hear the screams of the crisp bodies they contain. Their voices sound like whistles in the harsh wind, but even the trees stand firm unable to move out of respect. In vain I close my eyes promising never to remember for remembering entails that at one point I forgot. But as I write these letters my mind begins to erase the faces i never saw, the eyes i never knew but who am i to remember this color of nigeria? Is it anymore important then the rest: The parents expoliting their child's innocent face for Naria (money), The girl spilling her basket of peanuts losing her means survival for the rest of the week, The little boy selling condoms to musty truck drivers kissing long legged prostitues, and the man shinning shoes on the side of the road for 20 cents unwilling to take the pity money I offer naively. All of them trying so hard to extend life for one more day, even though the next day their cold bodies will be bury in unmark graves which i'll step over without any thought, which i will forget without any thought because they were alive. Because they were alive today...