This is the start of a a story called The African Woman. It is partly true, using photos of real people, and pieces of imagination, woven together. Do not concern yourself or become confused by asking Did This Really Happen?
Yes, once again racial conflict confronts us.
He, the great white hunter, squared off, hands in pockets. She, the African woman, arms folded, holding her ground. This is a real stand off!
The laundry dries gently in the breeze. The good red earth of Africa lies at her feet. But wait! She's wearing his slippers. They must know each other, to say the least.
Yes, once again racial conflict confronts us.
He, the great white hunter, squared off, hands in pockets. She, the African woman, arms folded, holding her ground. This is a real stand off!
The laundry dries gently in the breeze. The good red earth of Africa lies at her feet. But wait! She's wearing his slippers. They must know each other, to say the least.
The
harsh sun marks the ground with strong, black shadows. Shadows of the
laundry drying on the line. Shadows of the woman and the man. The trees
are bare of leaves, and the sky is blue forever.
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