Dar es Salaam, Nov. 8 -- I had a dream that left me drenched in sweat,
A haunting sight I could not quite forget.
At first, its meaning lay beyond my sight,
But now I see, and everything is bright.

She walked the bridge, barefoot, her head held high,
A cigarette between her fingers, smoke against the sky.
She moved with pride, as though she feared no fall,
While I stood on the other side, beyond the call.

A cliff between us, a bridge of fragile wood,
And there I stood, uncertain where I should.
Should I take a step, should I cross the divide,
Or let her walk away, with nothing left to hide?

For every step I took, a drop of fuel would fall,
A little more upon the bridge, threat...