ABSTRACT
Okay, it’s official. I am living a Third World life. Most of my daily tasks are intended to sustain myself, and there is nothing to show for them except that I exist. As much as I love reveling in ideas, I can’t do it whenever I want to. It takes so much time just to get through the day in a way that maintains my health and well-being. I need a timeout. It’s full-fledged now: Je suis un peu Africaine.
