Spending even the briefest amount of time in an expensive neighborhood is usually sufficient stimulus for a full-fledged philosophical/political debate within me. My pan-African socialist idealist self will make a grand statement about rejecting individualized opulence in a reality of starving masses, and just as I begin to bathe in the glow of my own self-righteous magnanimity, the ever-lurking westernized capitalist cynic in me whispers “is that true Muna? Let’s take a look at your life…”
Portraits of Malagasy girls of different ethnicities. Names unknown.
Photos by: Frans Lanting
The Lord has promised good to me.
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Be still o my soul
Rest, and wait upon the LORD
Your God will answer