Image: MJ Reilly via Flickr
Image: MJ Reilly via Flickr

He talks Nkrumah, post-colonial dreams – we are still colonised! – honouring our ancestors, our traditions, without them who are we? He spoke of his lamenting generation, then, in shock, asks me what I am doing.

I pull up on the hard shoulder, indicators blinking.

It has been six years, I remind him, and this is what you tell me. We haven’t seen each other over a year and you forget to mention love.

Because the battles I endure are bigger than your so-called love. He replies, annoyed.

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