A fisherman rests after delivering the morning catch on Lake Victoria in Jinja,Uganda.
Notebook of a Return To My Native Land.
For it is not true that the work of man is finished,
That we have nothing more to do in the world,
That we are just parasites in this world,
That it is enough for us to walk in step with the world,
For the work of man is only just beginning and it remains to conquer all,
The violence entrenched in the recess of his passion,
And no race holds a monopoly of beauty, of intelligence, of strength, and,
There is a place for all at the Rendezvous of Victory.
Aime Cesaire
Posted on September 6th, 2009
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