Last month, downtown Takoradi, I got talking to a writer guy from Mozambique and he said:
” Of course we’re different. The way we move our hands. The way we walk, run, sit. The way we smile. The lilt of our speech. The way we sing. The timbre of our voices. The way we dance, greet each other, laugh. The way we sit together. The way we dress. Our hair. Our teeth. What we talk about… Of course we’re different – not better, not worse, just different “
This morning, home again, on the morning bus to the town centre, I thought about what he had said.
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