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Tourist - Chasing the Mirage of the Dark Continent

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I.The first time I saw a dead body I was 22 years old and living in Nairobi. I was on my way home from work when I found him, sprawled along the side of the highway. His dry ebony skin looked like velvet rubbed raw. The way the man lay, opposite the flow of traffic, it seemed unlikely he’d been hit by a car. Continue Reading

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