You may see a disorganised, crammed and corrupt city planning in a 3rd world country.
I see a beating pulse. A main artery leading to and from the heart of Bongo, keeping it alive.
It all depends, though, on perspective and the turn or the day.
On destiny a' la Bongo:
On what road you consider yours;
Who is waiting for you at the place you call home;
Where you lay down when night comes;
How much foleni you have to deal with;
If umeme is there for you;
If somebody in that city loves you sufficiently madly (for other than your money, your colour or your curves).


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