June 5th, 2008
At the connecting flight gate I meet Simba. A dude from England by way of Zimbabwe who is heading back home to the famz after 5 years.
“Excuse me,” he says, “do you know what time it is?”
“Dam bro, you’re asking the wrong guy.”
After figuring out what time our flight is boarding, he lets out,
“Hmm, that means we still have about an hour and a half.”
Hardly felt like it though after we started talking about Obama’s victory, American politics, English society, universal healthcare, Black Panthers, Cuban embargos, the World Bank, the IMF, etc.
Ha, I almost have no idea how we got into all of that, but it was dope and by the time we knew it, we were on the plane.
Next stop. Tanzania.
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It looks like you are really connecting with people. That is a beautiful thing that should not be as rare as it has become. God bless those moments.
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