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 |  America's Finest Views Source  |  October 2001

Bathtub Blues

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Chirp on a Tuesday, Oct. 01



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On Sunday, I sat in the bathtub and gave a wail of grief loud enough to wake the undead. Moments of grief, of remembering lost love and the helplessness I feel at the waste of what should've been.


Longing to see my family and knowing that this is highly improbable. Fully aware of the choice I have to make. If I leave, it is unlikely that I would be able to return. The climate in America makes it even harder for a now poor-white starving immigrant from the middle of darkest Africa to hop to and fro across the borders. If I stay, I face lonely uncertainty, but the faint hope for a better life. If I go to Africa, I face the ever-crumbling facade of first world eroding as my own body erodes with time.


Besides, I don't particularly want to fly. My Mad-Muslim Tackling Skills are at an all time low right now. I'm not exactly wild about flying, anyway. Past experiences as a dependent passenger have put paid to that sense of immortality which is the trademark of youth.


Immigrant Facts

My daughter       


other heart stuff

This is the very last elephant of the Knysna Forest of South Africa. Poached into extinction by a more savage creature than any other species on the planet - man.

It is unlike any other.

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Keep on your journey, Friend. Dreams change. Find joy in something.