Late Sunday
it’s sunday, the first day
of our mutual friend’s
african and african
american film festival
here on america’s morning,
which is africa’s night before
14 Days At The Toll Gate
We all watched in awe; the silence of the Commander-In-Chief echoed through our television sets as he adeptly failed to address the humongous elephant standing in the center of the room. It felt as though the cumulative incidences we witnessed and experienced were just figments of our imagination.