It was a large circle out there, a burnfire at the center, and just the manager of the charity house standing by the burnfire while the rest were seated with their butts on the earth.
He was telling them something, all of them, and they had their ears on his lips. That’s the nice kind of control out in the cold of the night and the warm of the burnfire.
I stopped at the circle and sat down, but not long, because he turned to me with a smile and spilled the kind of words he was overtly good at.
“Please welcome, the big guest of the house, and a big-time sponsor of the outreach, Sita Kouassi.” He announced, but his announcement wasn’t what mattered most at this moment, it was the other guy, the white man, he was the first to turn as soon as my name was mentioned.
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