Cupid’s Fault
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UNDER THE PROTECTION of a banana tree, I wait for the downpour to pass. The motorbike has drunk a toast to the health of Togo and, like a drunkard hanging on the bar, she refuses to leave. She sees the dark sky and waits for the second round, but the calm will come after the storm and my engine valves should sing again.
The conditional is never too prudent as my battery falters after so
