Garbage In Garbage Out

africa

I was strolling down the streets of a certain unnamed city the other day, when amongst a row of restaurants, bars and entertainment spots, I stumbled upon a bookstore. This bookstore stood out when compared to the many bookstores I have seen in this unnamed country. And the same way I walk into every space that holds lots of books, I walked into this bookstore, wide-eyed with curiousity. My only companions were my curious mind and my friend, a twenty-something male of non-African descent. Continue reading “Garbage In Garbage Out”

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