The river flowed north and south yet somewhere along the way made meanders west and east too. Yet if indeed it were true you could draw a perfect circle joining the four points. The Jacaranda tree stood in the middle of the river, this was the African statue, our very own statue of liberty.
This river was our river. When you went close to its shores you could feel the calming breeze and when n you looked deep into the blue waters you could see the beauty. There was calmness in the river and when you were there it was not overwhelming, it was not intimidating, it just was the river. No one could really put a finger on why it was special but everybody knew it was. No one had ever found a name for it, it was just the river and yet every one talked about the river. Read more