Greener Pastures

Mama Africa

By September 5, 2019 8 Comments

Walking towards the sound of mild sobs, I see a woman with head bowed between her knees.

“Hey,” I said. “What’s your name?”

She raised her head with weak pride, every part of her screaming… self-doubt, self-hatred, weakness…

How could she survive so much negativity, I cringe.

“Africa…,” she answered.

“That’s…. that’s a beautiful name.” I said, in curiosity for this person ‘of whom little was known’

“what’s wrong, Africa?”

“My children” she said struggling to stand again.

I caught a glint of hope in the very tear she tried to wipe as she grabbed my right arm



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