The Christmas party
By benafim
The Christmas Party Outside the block of flats I could hear the mind numbing beat of drums and trumpets. Seven floors up and I was met by African hospitality, food drinks and warm embraces. Grapes of love I drank and herbs of hope I smoked till I lost track of time. The beat kept on and on and blissfully not a carol was sung. Dawn streaked across a yawning night sky when walking back to my hotel through a park named: Heavenly Peace… and so serene was the morning that the shyest of creatures, sew rats doomed to a life in darkness and hated by mankind, had come out, bathed in dewy grass; shrieking and baring teeth in delight for once able to see the promising light of dawn. Written December 27th, 2001 © on Dec 27 2001 08:58 AM PST 0 • 10
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