Words of wisdom
Dar is a dusty city. I am usually covered with sweat and dirt at the end of each day and the white cardigan I brought with me is now a distant memory. A few weeks ago, one of my colleagues remarked frankly that it was time for me to get new shoes because the ones I was wearing looked “old and dirty and ugly”.
Given this state of affairs, there are stalls set up all around the city, where shoe shiners are always at work sparkling, shining, and buffing tired leather. I pass this shoe shine stall on my way to work everyday and wonder whether a poet, social critic, or political scientist works there.