Falling For Africa
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Lifting her silver veil slowly, savouring every moment , he kept his eyes on hers.
The veil reviled a familiar face that made him step back a bit in shock , remembering the thing he could never forget , his first kiss. It was her and he could not believe it .
Gasping for breath , he spoke in utter shock and almost wisphering , he said her name, "Africa".
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Buckle up your seatbelts ......you're about to venture into the bumpy premodernised savvanah that is central Africa ..they will be many beautiful thornes along the way....that will catch your eye.....but the act of touching .....should be left to the daring......you have been warned.....there is more to Africa than you know......
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"So let me tell you about my Africa"
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