Gone, it's all gone.
It’s over. All the last remains of Africa are gone. My toenail was the last small part that showed what was my life last year. The henna I had on my feet is now gone, 11 months later the toenail has grown and is completely new. What now do I have to ‘show’ for my year spent with the Nanjere and the Toupouri?
Only my memories and pictures remain now. Anyone want to hear a story? It’s about three women who became wives of one man and traveled all over Africa. . .
Only my memories and pictures remain now. Anyone want to hear a story? It’s about three women who became wives of one man and traveled all over Africa. . .
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