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| Rainbow Baobab, courtesy of National Geographic |
My africa.
Some say the African soil is magical
and that once it has colored the soles of your feet,
you will never be the same again.
Others talk of a magnetic force
that exists from the moment
you touch down on the continent
that will leave a void in your soul
until you return.
I refer to Africa as my first love,
the type that only comes around once
and the type where no distance or time
could ever truly separate you enough to forget.
The type that shades in your dreams
in such a way that everytime you dream,
you are reunited
and everything feels right until dawn.
The type where nothing
and no one else
could ever replace
the way it made you feel.
My Africa is passionate,
Vibrant and colorful.
My Africa showed me love for the first time
on red soil under Boabab trees
where chongololos curl
and the sun sets on the horizon,
taking you to a place in your heart
that will never be lit by any other light
the way it does there.
My Africa is a constant unconscious force
behind everything I see or do,
a spirit that is giving and kind and genuine,
a light that guides me through dark winters
reminding me that this light will never go out.
Sometimes,
my Africa feels like just a distant dream
but when I feel I’m too far in distance or in time,
I go through the hectic,
gray streets of this town
and I buy myself a Savanna and somehow,
it always manages to bring me right back
to my happy place.
Africa.----------------------
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