Africa’s a rarity, not a common charity.

Africa is an elephant, too heavy to be picked up, but not to heavy to lift itself.

Africa will return to its roots when it sits under it’s own shade.

All Africa’s high hills hope.

Africa is lore and roar and gorgeous, brillant cultural ore.

Elephants not presidents are Africa’s great residents.

The same linen that graces the African stateroom graces the African delta.

America is extra stuff, Africa is people, and enough.

After the slave traders stole Africa’s souls with ships, the Africans took them back with songs.

When all African streams run into one river, all the Africans will dance on the top of one water.

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