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Guest to Lesotho
A continuous clatter, as coarse as the terrain of this mountain kingdom, fills the air.
To unaccustomed ears what a clumsy collection of sounds? Indeed what nonsense.
Even roars of laughter sound clunky-crazy.
Slightly familiar sounds conjure precious little connections.
Straws falling short of communication.
An invisible wall of tongues keeps us asunder.
And the color of our skin�
Mine slightly darker than yours
Makes me a stranger, foreigner.
Yet I have not even ventured off the Dark Continent.
H.Lule
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