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We may have left Africa, but Africa has not left us. ~Unknown
“Marseille was filled with attractive men; black, white, Arab, mixed - you name it. Oh, & could they dress!! you could tell they put effort into their appearance, but they weren’t to metro like the men in Paris.
it sucks to be back in Philly …”
“White women just think they are free. Black women know they ain’t free.”
“My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.”
“Yacef didn’t die. He decided to leave me. I simply dreamed. Then I woke up. You don’t feel sad after a dream. You know it wasn’t true. But I learned something very important: love is my true dream. Men are interchangeable like any other dream motif. It’s Love that I’m in love with. With its light. Too dazzled by its discovery, I didn’t see that Yacef carried darkness in him. The blackness of submission. The tenacious mark of machismo.”
Kenza in Of Dreams and Assassins, Malika Mokeddem