I really love Africa. I really didn’t want to leave. I wanted to run away and become an illegal immigrant, but I’ve been told that if you want to have somewhat of a good life in Africa you need papers. So I would be a poor white girl living without a home. So I’m kind of forced to go home.
I was talking with one of my friends, Frankie, and he was telling me that he gets really frustrated when white people come over just to “help” them. He says that they don’t need help, they need people to live here.
I’m going to come back. I swear that I will return to Africa. If not to live, then I will settle with visiting from time to time.
That’s where you’ll find me. In Africa.