Today, I went to the annual African Buffet. I have always had special interest in African culture - especially its indigenous people, their dancing and singing and clapping and stomping. Their rejoicement of life, their unity with nature, their passion for living.
I had a little obsession I had when I was in eighth grade. My friend, Aida, decided that it was a good idea to give me a photo she cut from a magazine and named him Gratiano from Merchant of Venice, which we were just studying in literature class. That's how it all started. I was browsing National Geographic and ethnographic websites day and night, scrounging for pictures of indigenous people, especially those from the many African tribes. I showed everyone (who bothered to look) my collection. And I showed them again and again till they got tired of me. I had these collections in my school uniform pocket - it was like a weapon I carried around.
It was a passionate few weeks. The topic was revived in 11th grade, when I submitted an article on "Tribal Appreciation" to the school's English magazine.
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