From Sandton, South Africa is more beautiful than all those places newly weds in Ghana scavenge to take pictures at on Saturday afternoons. High rise buildings are being demolished at alarming rates. In their wake, more dignified ultramodern ones rise. My escort repeated countless times “Don’t confuse the opulence in Sandton for the standard; it’s not. Don’t form an opinion of an entire country from the extravagance of a single city.”
I was most impressed by the Michel Angelo. To call it breathtaking … I don’t knoooww, I don’t think you paused your busy day to read about buildings and bland tourist impressions you can find on Google maps, did you? Especially since I have juicier gists I’m itching to teeelll!!
Eheeh, so I stayed at the Maslow. It’s the ultimate residency! You don’t stay at the Maslow and return to your boys’ quarters the same man. It ignites in you dreams and ambitions and gives you the taste of a life only grace can enable. If I described the room to you, I’d be doing you an injustice. It’d be as unfair as Megan Goode’s husband describing the intricate contours of her body to students of an all-boys boarding school. So rather, I’d just tell you about the bathroom.
The shower was, it was, it was an addiction. It was like Read More My Sins In S.A.