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Hi. Africa here. Remember me? I havenít heard from you in quite a while. I realize youíve been busy with hurricanes, floods, earthquakes and such, but stillÖ
After that last big party you threw for me (the bands were awesome-again) and all of your sweet words and promises I felt that our relationship had moved to a new level of closeness. But in the morning you were gone and I havenít heard from you since. Couldnít you at least call me?
I know itís partly my fault. My disasters arenít sexy like the ones vying for your attention recently. I canít offer you dramatic footage of daring rescues or awesome destruction. Whatever my latest story may be, the pictures remain much the same- suffering, dying, dead Africans. Who wants to see that? And if you canít use the pictures, youíve got no story. But I still deserve some attention.
So listen up, Buster. You canít just appear out of the blue and sweep me off my feet with your rock stars and big talk and then disappear for a couple of decades before returning to do it all over again, and not expect me to begin to have some doubts. Donít you love me?
Itís not because Iím black, is it?
"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesman and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do."
- Ralph 'Where's Waldo' Emerson
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like. And I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
- Bilbo Baggins