First Night Afrique
I never knew which was better, her or her stories. I know I became one of her stories. Now she’ll become one of mine. It was an old DC Eight, I think Air Afrique, hopping from one West African capital to the next. One flight a week. We touched down in Libreville at like ten at night. The air was heavy, with a threatening to rain feel. Reminded me of a very humid night in August in New York....