The screen shows the Statue of Liberty. bloke walks in from the audience, looking around for numbers on the door. He knocks on one door, and langston comes to open it. He is surprised to see bloke.

LANGSTON: There you are! How did you get here?

BLOKE: I’m a Bantu from Africa, my animal instincts are still intact. I can sniff and follow the trail of an American Bantu whenever there is one in town.

LANGSTON: How are you? I’m so glad to finally meet you. You are looking good, man.

BLOKE: They don't call me Debonair for nothing. [bloke swings stylishly, touching the collar of his jacket with both hands.] Why are you firing a barrage of questions instead of offering me a drink? This behaviour is not what I was told about folk from Harlem. Did the English affect your morals already?

LANGSTON: Never! I have a martini here for you. I was worried that since I changed hotels and I didn't have your number, you would not know how to find me.

BLOKE: Trust Bloke to find a Bantu even in a forest. [They both laugh.] I had to come and thank you personally for publishing my story. It means a great deal to me.

LANGSTON: Thank you for supporting the project, man, it's very special to me. You know, I’ve been trying to put this publication together since 1954. To finally have writers from across the African continent in a single publication is beyond serendipity. This is a very personal treasury to me.

BLOKE: We are all honoured to be published by you, Langston. Many of us in Johannesburg have been following your work since we were young. It was our greatest honour when you joined the judging panel for the Drum short story competition in 1954.

LANGSTON: The pleasure was all mine to be exposed to the kaleidoscope of exciting South African writers. And thanks for sharing your story with me. ‘Why I Ran Away’ really touched me and opened my eyes. It's a good motivation for people around the world to form solidarity with those fighting for freedom in South Africa. I think the world needs to hear more of your voice.