Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The Orange Sellers
This was in Zimbabwe, on the road to Victoria Falls, October, 2008. We stopped because our driver needed some produce to take home. Immediately a thong of vendors, mostly kids, approached our bus. They offered up oranges and other fruit, with desperation in their eyes. This country was descending into darkness. Mugabe and his greedy mob had raped the land, had failed their people miserably. We all felt embarrassingly fortunate for our lot, separated from these children by a thin piece of glass, and the good fortune of our birth. We sat silent, shaking our heads "No," helpless to their plight.
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