From loveafrican.wordpress.com I am very bothered when I think of the bad things I have done in my life. Not least that time in the chemistry lab when I held a pair of scissors by the blades and played the handles in the naked lilac flame of the Bunsen burner; then called your name, and handed them over. O the unrivalled stench of branded skin as you slipped your thumb and middle finger in, then couldn’t shake off the two burning rings. Marked, the doctor said, for eternity. Don’t believe me, please, if I say that was just my butterfingered way, at thirteen, of asking you if you would marry me. SubscribeLooking for calming books, feel-good books, or books to help you through tricky times? We've got you covered. One email, once a week. Can you confirm you would like to hear from us? We will only deliver you our best content and you can unsubscribe at any time. Invalid email addressGreat! We hope you love our emails.