Go, go, small, small. Go slow, please. I don't think so. They called me beets, for betts I loved it. I stored my bags at Doctor Seyes' and then the two of us drove down Avenue Kwame-Nrumah and headed straight to Harlem City nightclub, where you enter through a door to go back outside.
Center stage is truly center stage.
Singers from the Congo, Senegal, and Burkina Faso all kept our ears massaged with great songs. The best part is that no one talks about Bill Clinton or the Ramsey case. I see my brothers, sisters, uncles, and friends. Africans that look like me or you, only Black, really Black in color. This world would be the theme for the next 15 days.